The tiny ginger pounced, and he practically pushed Horas down into the booth and he wanted his marker dammit! Straddling mustache man, he reached his hardest for that damn marker, laughing all the while, and yup.
Horas's eyes nearly crossed when Hanna landed on him. He wasn't pulled from his stupor but he was suddenly lucid enough to know that he was in a pretty undignified position. But Hanna wanted the thing. And he was having fun. If he gave him the thing, the fun would be over!
The vampire stretched his short arms as far out of Hanna's reach as he could and laughed. Considering Hanna was now sitting on him, that wasn't very far.
Maurice was in the middle of standing up and reaching for Hanna so that he could physically remove him from the situation when a shadow fell across the table. Wesley and Josh deflated but Matt looked mortified. He was team mom and his kids were not behaving.
"Alright, alright, that's enough." Patty had arrived. Her head came maybe to Hanna's middle but she was thick and broad with an updo and WAY TOO TIRED to deal with these overgrown hyena children. She looked between the two offenders and then her eyes landed on Josh. "This isn't your doing, is it, Meeks? I'm disappointed in you."
"Disappointed!" squawked the scarlet macaw on her shoulder.
"WHY DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS BLAME ME!" Josh's fuse finally ran short.
"Out, out, out," Patty waved them toward the door. "And you had better tip, you animals."
"AHA!" Hanna finally shouted, practically smothering Horas with his chest to get his marker. He raised it triumphantly, turning around only to see that hey, there was a lady there, his blue eyes bright, heart thumping from all that excitement.
"I got my marker." He told the lady proudly as he was ushered up, stumbling into Maurice and laughing, "Whiskers ain't got nothing on me" His lean because a little more of a problem, an arm coming around Maurice's to help him walk. though, now that he was standing? His head was pounding. "Reeces, need the bathroom before we go, man."
Horas got a faceful of weird rune magic then, and not the fun kind. The stench of death suddenly assaulted him and he flailed, giving up the stolen marker. He gagged and sat up, running his arm furiously under his nose.
"DIOS MIO!" Horas coughed. For Maurice's sake he hoped he didn't eat that. He'd get sick and DIE! He blinked furiously and noticed the blurry form of Patty. Uh oh. Recess was over.
"Yes ma'am," Matt said, with a bowed head. Wesley was gathering up his homework and Josh was just beaming.
"Out out out!" The parrot bobbed on Patty's shoulder. Patty, meanwhile, was eyeing the two newbies. She hadn't met Maurice the last two times he had been to the Lorikeet and she most certainly didn't know the little wobbly ginger. Hmm. That fat boy didn't look so good. Awful pale, even for a basement mushroom.
Maurice supported Hanna when he hung onto him. He had half a mind to scold him and drag him out into the parking lot anyway, but he siiighed and gave Patty a properly ashamed look before steering the wild child to the restrooms. They were labled 'eh' and 'whatever'. He just shoved Hanna through one of them and waited.
Yes, this was why Hanna was not a cute midnight snack. You don't eat stuff that smells like that. Definitely. Not. And while Hanna was perfectly fine with it at the moment, if he remembered giving Horas a face full of his chest, even if he was wearing two layers, he'd feel the need to apologize later.
He followed Maurice into the restrooms, getting sick as quickly as the sickness had come on when he stood, but it was over soon enough. He wiped his mouth as he got out of the stall and stumbled to the sinks, washing hands, face and rinsing his mouth out. "I'm a light weight and you're going to kill me." He said in a moment of still drunk clarity.
Maurice hung by the door, glad to be alone with Hanna for the moment. He puffed his bangs out of his face and shook his head. It was so strange to be the sober one.
"I aint gonna kill you...but I got half a mind to make you sleep in the truck bed. Is that marker really magic? I thought it just helped you do the spell."
Maurice opened and closed his mouth a few times. "You work at Target. You can get like six for a dollar!"
Huff huff huff. He dragged his hand down his face and turned to lead Hanna back out through the bar and out the door. And there, the Lorikeet boys waited on the front steps. The parking lot was misty from the street lights--the little bar being away from the road and the other buildings but easily reachable by a gas station on foot. Josh and Matt were holding Horas up by his arms because he had forgotten he had legs.
Wesley bounded up to Hanna like an overexcited puppy, holding out his marker cap. "Hey, man! Finish paying your respects? You GOTTA come back!"
"Oh, he's finished alright." Maurice answered for him.
"Not on me! That's all I got in these fucking jeans!" He pouts back, letting Maurice lead him on. Though, admittedly still drunk and stumbling, he hadn't expected Wesley to be excited to see him. With the cap held right between his eyes, he blinks at it and snorts, laughing.
"I wanna! This was fun." and, with a look at Horas, he winks at the man, "Give him two hours and he'll be good again, promise." And, leaning again, heavily against Maurice, "Tell Maury I did good. He wants to make me sleep in the dog house."
"Awww, what! Come on!" Wesley pleaded and shoved at one of Maurice's arms. He was also still quite drunk. "This is the most fun I've had in ages since those two started having their tizzies." He jerked his head back toward Matt and Josh.
"We are not having tizzies." Matt leaned around Horas and squinted because Horas had started patting his face fondly.
"You aaaaare," he said.
Josh had no comment.
Maurice looked stonily down at both of the tiny nerds on either side of him. Wesley had grabbed Hanna's head and turned it so that it was looking at Maurice. He squished Hanna's cheeks and skewed his glasses.
"Look at this face." Wesley pleaded. "Just...put aside whatever weird gland problem that makes your skin turn blue and let him back inside. I deserve to know this beautiful creature went home to a warm bed the night before I utterly fail half my classes."
"Oh my God." Maurice returned his hand to his face.
Hanna's lips looked kind of like a fish, still pink in his beer glow and his chunky glasses lopsided. He tried to smile but it didn't work so well. "Pweese mister bus dwiver! Pweese open th'dwore!"
Because that's the face you want to let back into your truck cabin and spoon you all night long.
Maurice parted his fingers and glared down at the two of them. It was hard to keep a straight face when up against...well. That. He heaved another sigh and grabbed Hanna by the shoulder to guide him to the truck.
"Fine. But you're still getting a time-out when we get home."
Time out meaning Hanna sits and shuts the fuck up so Maurice can drive them home for an hour. He won't admit it but that was pretty fun. The look on Horas's face. Worth it.
The Lorikeet boys waved goodbye to them, some more enthusiastic than others. Horas just stared at the moths circling the nearest telephone pole like they were tiny universes.
Hanna waves back, just as enthusiastically and when Maurice finally gets him in, all buckled and safe, and they are on the road, he leans in, gentle, half asleep already with the quiet of the country, and kisses his cheek.
"F'ai fall asleep on the way back, love y'ah and thanks." He needed this, as much as he had kind of fucked up, as drunk as he was, he had needed it, and Maurice gave him exactly what he had wanted. "You're the bestest Reeces."
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Hanna was going to get them thrown out.
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The vampire stretched his short arms as far out of Hanna's reach as he could and laughed. Considering Hanna was now sitting on him, that wasn't very far.
Maurice was in the middle of standing up and reaching for Hanna so that he could physically remove him from the situation when a shadow fell across the table. Wesley and Josh deflated but Matt looked mortified. He was team mom and his kids were not behaving.
"Alright, alright, that's enough." Patty had arrived. Her head came maybe to Hanna's middle but she was thick and broad with an updo and WAY TOO TIRED to deal with these overgrown hyena children. She looked between the two offenders and then her eyes landed on Josh. "This isn't your doing, is it, Meeks? I'm disappointed in you."
"Disappointed!" squawked the scarlet macaw on her shoulder.
"WHY DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS BLAME ME!" Josh's fuse finally ran short.
"Out, out, out," Patty waved them toward the door. "And you had better tip, you animals."
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"I got my marker." He told the lady proudly as he was ushered up, stumbling into Maurice and laughing, "Whiskers ain't got nothing on me" His lean because a little more of a problem, an arm coming around Maurice's to help him walk. though, now that he was standing? His head was pounding. "Reeces, need the bathroom before we go, man."
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"DIOS MIO!" Horas coughed. For Maurice's sake he hoped he didn't eat that. He'd get sick and DIE! He blinked furiously and noticed the blurry form of Patty. Uh oh. Recess was over.
"Yes ma'am," Matt said, with a bowed head. Wesley was gathering up his homework and Josh was just beaming.
"Out out out!" The parrot bobbed on Patty's shoulder. Patty, meanwhile, was eyeing the two newbies. She hadn't met Maurice the last two times he had been to the Lorikeet and she most certainly didn't know the little wobbly ginger. Hmm. That fat boy didn't look so good. Awful pale, even for a basement mushroom.
Maurice supported Hanna when he hung onto him. He had half a mind to scold him and drag him out into the parking lot anyway, but he siiighed and gave Patty a properly ashamed look before steering the wild child to the restrooms. They were labled 'eh' and 'whatever'. He just shoved Hanna through one of them and waited.
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He followed Maurice into the restrooms, getting sick as quickly as the sickness had come on when he stood, but it was over soon enough. He wiped his mouth as he got out of the stall and stumbled to the sinks, washing hands, face and rinsing his mouth out. "I'm a light weight and you're going to kill me." He said in a moment of still drunk clarity.
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"I aint gonna kill you...but I got half a mind to make you sleep in the truck bed. Is that marker really magic? I thought it just helped you do the spell."
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He turns out his pockets, empty aside from his wallet. "I don't have another one." That's the depth of it Maurice. "I don't like being disarmed."
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Huff huff huff. He dragged his hand down his face and turned to lead Hanna back out through the bar and out the door. And there, the Lorikeet boys waited on the front steps. The parking lot was misty from the street lights--the little bar being away from the road and the other buildings but easily reachable by a gas station on foot. Josh and Matt were holding Horas up by his arms because he had forgotten he had legs.
Wesley bounded up to Hanna like an overexcited puppy, holding out his marker cap. "Hey, man! Finish paying your respects? You GOTTA come back!"
"Oh, he's finished alright." Maurice answered for him.
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"I wanna! This was fun." and, with a look at Horas, he winks at the man, "Give him two hours and he'll be good again, promise." And, leaning again, heavily against Maurice, "Tell Maury I did good. He wants to make me sleep in the dog house."
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"We are not having tizzies." Matt leaned around Horas and squinted because Horas had started patting his face fondly.
"You aaaaare," he said.
Josh had no comment.
Maurice looked stonily down at both of the tiny nerds on either side of him. Wesley had grabbed Hanna's head and turned it so that it was looking at Maurice. He squished Hanna's cheeks and skewed his glasses.
"Look at this face." Wesley pleaded. "Just...put aside whatever weird gland problem that makes your skin turn blue and let him back inside. I deserve to know this beautiful creature went home to a warm bed the night before I utterly fail half my classes."
"Oh my God." Maurice returned his hand to his face.
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Because that's the face you want to let back into your truck cabin and spoon you all night long.
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"Fine. But you're still getting a time-out when we get home."
Time out meaning Hanna sits and shuts the fuck up so Maurice can drive them home for an hour. He won't admit it but that was pretty fun. The look on Horas's face. Worth it.
The Lorikeet boys waved goodbye to them, some more enthusiastic than others. Horas just stared at the moths circling the nearest telephone pole like they were tiny universes.
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"F'ai fall asleep on the way back, love y'ah and thanks." He needed this, as much as he had kind of fucked up, as drunk as he was, he had needed it, and Maurice gave him exactly what he had wanted. "You're the bestest Reeces."