Flef

Reluctantly standing up straight again, the blonde surveyed the bar they'd exited. The lights coming from the windows were mostly blocked - by bodies, no doubt. Tuna raked a strand of hair back from her eyes and shrugged at his comment. "You never know. Reminds me of one time in Albequerqe." Smiling slightly at the thought, she peeked out of the overpass, noting that the rain had almost completely subsided. "Well, that was fast. Let's get outta here." Her good mood was slightly dampened by the thought of going home, but it was inveitable, she knew. Sighing heavily, the blonde stepped out into the drizzle and waited for Masque to follow.

Dannii

Smiling rather painedly, Tuna allowed herself to be hugged. "Too bad I'd have to kill you," she responded ruefully. By this time, they had reached the main door of the building, and she stepped over the threshold into the street, taking note of the pleasantly warm weather. "Oh, by the way - you taking that gig or not? I assume you haven't called the owner of the place to confirm yet."
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Bios

With only a slight drizzle now to brave, they both slipped out onto the street again, the man picking up his pace to catch up to her. Besides the commotion now fading behind them as they walked away, there was little other noise to be heard on the street, save for the occasional car sloshing through the slick pavement. They walked at a comfortable pace, silently for a while as words felt largely unneeded, until he felt a catch in his throat again and resumed coughing once more. It was starting to be quite the downer.
"So, calling it a night after this?"" He asked with a hint of solemness, once the ability to speak returned.

(-snortlol-)

A slow exhale left his nose as his eyes darted down to the pavement. There was a very distant rumble in the sky which seemed to last only as aftermath to the weather. "Well," he began offhandedly, "you could always come back to my place. Hang out for a bit."

(short post is short and too suggestive D8)

(O U GAIS. That was about as subtle as Jareth's pants. 8| SHORTPOST OF GREATER FAIL UP AHEAD.)

Fled

Looking over at him, Tuna smiled slyly. Alright, I'll bite. Raising an eyebrow, she responded "Now that sounds like a much better idea." Still, the innuedo didn't go unnoticed. Tapping her right heel against her left leg, she nodded at the dull thud of rubber hitting metal, and added, "Keep in mind that I've got a gun strapped to my leg."

Dannii

Looking over the car smugly, the woman unlocked it quickly and gestured to the passenger seat. "You're tellin' me. Hope you like the smell of cigarettes." The park was a short drive away - perhaps they could grab some dinner on the way back.

(-FLEES FOR TAI ROOM FOODS-)
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Bios

(-makes chikn noodle soup for Dannii- Plz to feel better, love. <3)

Her comment made him chuckle with a broad smile. "Hope you won't need that, sweetheart." He remarked with a raspy tone returning to his voice, and turned his head to cough once more. "Thought you'd like to avoid going home for the time being." In what felt like a short amount of time, they turned the dark corner onto the block where he resided while a damp breeze blew in between the looming buildings. The blond man hardly minded the atmosphere, being used to much windier conditions in his former years. Taking into account the night itself, it seemed nearly pleasant.

Ascending the dreaded stairs, he pulled off a lousy attempt to appear completely unaffected by it. He simply flashed a sneering smile up at her, fingers wrapped tightly around the handrail as he tried to continue on without looking winded. It was impossible. By about the fifth floor, his lungs were burning, begging to stop, while the relentless coughing started again. Goddamn cancer sticks.
"Jesus Christ, woman, you're going to kill me." He breathed heavily, still forcing a look of amusement and watching her effortlessly climb up and finally stop at the eighth floor. When at last he painfully pulled himself up the few remaining stairs, the man slipped by her, ignoring the faint expression of smugness, and exited onto the hallway while muttering playfully, "You smoke a pack a day for twenty years, then we'll call it even."

He followed her inside and closed the door, locking it as per usual, and tossed his jacket over the arm of couch. It seemed that the combination of slight inebriation, warm air flushed through the building, and the hours starting to drag later into the night was bringing a level of tiredness to him. Clearing his throat as he stepped by Tuna on the counter, and patting her once on the knee as he did, Masque reached for a bottle of red cough syrup sitting on the countertop beside her.
"Psh," he scoffed, twisting off the cap and standing opposite of her before knocking back a few swigs of it, "I make enough to manage that."
After screwing the cap back on and tossing the nearly-empty bottle back in its place, he moved over to the couch and collapsed onto it, picked up the remote and halfheartedly flipped through the channels on the small tv across the room.
"Bet I could find a bad movie to watch."

"Hmm?" He questioned blankly before realizing what she was talking about. "Oh. Well I don't know why either; guy sounds like an asshole. You got a good reason to- I don't see why not." He said, shrugging, and shooting a curious glance up at her while the grainy television screen displayed cartoons.

(-Brain cannot functionnn-)

Giving up on finding a better channel than what they were on, he tossed the remote gently onto the table next to Tuna's shoes and leaned back, propping his feet up in the same manner. He was genuinely surprised how much the thought of a cigarette wasn't driving him insane just yet. No doubts it would kick in soon enough.
"By the way, you want anything?" He asked, nodding back to the kitchen. "I've got more than just alcohol, surprisingly- in case you're hungry or something."

Masque put on a hint of a contented smile and drew a long exhale through his nose as she closed the gap between them. "Same." He said quietly, with a certain drowsiness settling in. The diminished voices of cartoons and the gentle rush of air from the overhead fan were the only things to accompany them in an otherwise silent room. He moved his hand across the back of Tuna's neck and it came to rest on her shoulder, followed by a brief smiling kiss to the top of her head with which he took notice of the pleasant fragrance of her hair. His own eyes drifted shut while the reassuring prospect of finally getting this right was enough to match the comfortable arrangement they found themselves in.



(-pokes- How cute. :3)