Church of the Whiterose Complex

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

He blushed. "Well... sure. Why not? Just... try not to get as drunk as last time, okay? I'd like to remember what I'm doing, even if I can't control really myself in the moment..."

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

“Okay, that’s good with me, but it’s too early. I refuse to get drunk any earlier than eight.”

@ShadowLord_Lith

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

He nodded, chuckling. "Alright...  what should we do until then?"

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

The first idea that came to Dan’s mind had required a different time of day and Shae’s permission, neither of which he’d get for a while yet. “Ooh, right, we could go work out.”

@ShadowLord_Lith

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

He chuckled, nodding. "Sure. I'd love to see you salivate over me as we both become aching, sweating messes of skin, muscle and bone." He winked at Dan,  meaning it as a joke and not realizing that winking could have other connotations. 

Edited March 7, 2019 by ShadowLord_Lith

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

“I mean, yes, but you’re attractive when you are,” Dan said, getting the meaning that Shae had not, but also knowing that Shae probably hadn’t got it.

@ShadowLord_Lith

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

He blushed, rolling his eyes. "Half as much as you. Let's get going already- I'd we finish early, we can spar until nighttime. Sound good?" He smiled, stretching and sighing as his back popped. 

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

“Okay,” Dan said, then brought Shae over to the gym building and started. 

He noticed, several times, that Shae did now have bigger muscles, and he didn’t have to work as hard. He certainly thought that that was sexy, at any rate. 

When they were done, Dan brought Shae over to the recreational field. “Okay, try me.”

@ShadowLord_Lith

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

He smiled, breathing and forcing himself to calm down. Then, he ducked forward, feinting a pouch to the gut as he ducked past Dan and turned to pull his leg back. 

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

Dan knew that Shae was feinting, so he swung around and put his momentum behind a kick to Shae’s gut.

@ShadowLord_Lith

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

He grunted as he got kicked back, hiting his back and rolling enough to push with his arms and spring back into a standing position, albeit a distance away. He ran forward, ready to react to whatever Dan did. 

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

Dan sat down.

@ShadowLord_Lith

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

Shae was not expecting that. Shae was shook, and tripped over him, scrambling to get to his knees and look at him as he moved into a defensive position. 

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

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Oddly, I found a way to stand up while kicking someone during climbing. Food for thought.

Dan swept around to stand back up, sweeping his leg out and kicking Shae.

@ShadowLord_Lith

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

Shae moved into the balls of his feet, almost kneeling as he forced his torso back, leaving him almost horizontally, perfectly straight with all his weight on the balls of his feet and his fingetips. He felt Dan's kick scrape his skin, and he shoved himself back up to his feet while doing what Dan had done and trying to kick his chin. He was flexible enough to do so. 

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

For the next two hours or so, they fought sporadically while talking and laughing most of it. Dan was quite convinced that his life had never been better, and when the sun started setting he was eager to go sit and drink. “Hey,” he said to Shae after pinning the smaller man, “it’s about the right time? Ready to go?”

@ShadowLord_Lith

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

Shae nodded, grinning and breathing heavily. "Yeah... let's go." He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, surprised he'd been able to keep up with Dan as well as he had. Dan still won every time, but at least he was learning how to keep the fight going longer. 

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

Dan walked over to the mess hall with Shae, since he was honestly too tired to fly, then went to the bar and sat down.

@ShadowLord_Lith

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

Shae sat next to him, smiling happily. "Well, what should I get? You know liquor far better than I do." He hummed, tired but vibrant with life. 

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

"I'm going to just get tequila," Dan said, "but you... mm... wine? Wait, that's too expensive." It wasn't like Dan was poor or anything, he was paid well for doing a lot of nothing, but he'd been raised to be frugal, so he was. "Just beer again for you." He waved the barmaid over and asked for the drinks, then picked up the shots as he got them and threw one back, enjoying the blaze of fire it made in his throat.

@ShadowLord_Lith

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

He nodded, chuckling. "Alright... how can you enjoy that stuff? It's so... bitter. Sour. I mean... like rotten fruit, but without the sweetness. It's just... weird." He shook his head, chuckling as he forced down the drinks he'd gotten, still not a fan of the color-forsaken liquid.

Edited March 8, 2019 by ShadowLord_Lith

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

“Certain kinds of kisses are weird,” Dan printed out. He leaned over and breathed softly in Shae’s ear. “That’s weird,” he said lightly, then sat back and took another shot. “Just because it’s weird doesn’t mean it doesn’t make you feel good.” He gulped down another shot.

@ShadowLord_Lith

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

He shivered, blushing and glaring at Dan, though it was kind of a weak glare that didn't have any real force behind it. "I hate to admit it, but you're right..." He sighed, finishing the drink he had and grimacing as he waited for it to be refilled, watching Dan. "What is this stuff even supposed to do?" He had felt more dehydrated after drinking it than before, is it didn't hydrate the body- and he couldn't remember the first time he'd been drunk, so he didn't know what else the point was.

[Sherlock Holmes he/him]

“It’s just supposed to make you lose focus,” Dan said. “It makes you feel good after it sets in.” The barmaid walked over and refilled Shae’s glass. Dan took another shot. Tequila, thankfully, wasn’t expensive here.

@ShadowLord_Lith

[ShadowLord_Lith he/him]

Shae rolled his eyes, continuing to drink. "Why do people want that? Isn't focus something that people try to grab... and hold onto?" He looked at Dan, somewhat lightheaded. Or, well, the drunken equivalent. No... he was barely beginning to feel a faint taste of what Alcohol was going to do to him that night.