"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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"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."