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Post by Nathan Leopold on Jan 12, 2010 21:21:24 GMT -5
The sunshine was glaringly harsh, shining through the cracks of a four finger and one thumbed hand until he had attempted to seek the safety of the apartment building. But light was there too. So it had been for naught. More stumblings. . . People asking him odd questions. . Mr. Leopold, I'd be glad to assist you upstairs if you do not feel able. . . And then he was in the elevator, pushing several buttons at once and then flying, flying, flying up and up and BING.
He fell out of the elevator and on to an incredibly sandpaper-rough carpet that, he now noticed for the first time, was an alarming and headache inducing magenta. Good for Babe: he had one already. Also good: he was certain that one of these doors would get him to a room he could sleep in. There were only four after all. As if the floor was but four corners, each huge and spacious in it own right. One of theseeee. . . Yes. About to make a choice what doors -not- to go in, he threw up on the first one to the right. Nope. The . . Next. . Door. Key. Fit in hole. Yes, good key. Proceed to stumble into the place where the magenta ended and an ocean of clean and sparkling hardwood began, dark and shadowed by tastefully placed furniture that had come with the place.
He went into the kitchen directly to the left, wanting water. Water would clear his headache right up,. Yes, yes, yes.
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Post by Richard Loeb on Jan 13, 2010 0:01:50 GMT -5
My, my, Richard, such a good little boy you are. Points for being creative, though. Getting into the hard liquor before it was even noon, though, that takes dedication. Just something to wake him up after, swear to God, practically a whole damn week stone sober. Well, less than a week, but it made for a good narrative estimation, didn't it? Long enough that Nathan apparently got sick of holding his breath for a chance at a little quid pro quo and disappeared for the night. Without warning. How careless of him.
Richard had his arms tightly crossed, best sneer of general disapproval turning his lip.
"What'd you go pulling a stunt like that for, Babe? I was worried sick."
Yeah, that his partner had sudden proven the less uber of their respective men. That he'd passed out in a gutter somewhere. And from the looks of him, he probably had. Holy hell.
(Richard instinctively moved aside, though, setting his own glass of personal restorative aside. If you're going to go out and get drunk, Nathan, at least leave a note. He was good at leaving notes.)
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Post by Nathan Leopold on Jan 13, 2010 0:50:34 GMT -5
Nathan was not good at being surprised.
"Shit," he muttered, having jumped at the sudden realization that he didn't live alone. No, of course not. Not that he couldn't afford it: his family sent enough money per year to feed a third world country. No. It was probably distrust on Richard's part. Wanting to keep track of the one thing that could truthfully damn him and all. Yeah. That was it. Why Nathan, a somewhat inconsequential sap, was about to do that . . Ugh.
His head was blurry and, if one were to look into his eyes, they'd probably find them glazed over. He turned said eyes towards his roommate.
When he had woken up, the sun had been up. He'd been at home the last time the sun had been up. Then things got a bit iffy. But the sun had been new, the morning fresh and somewhat confusing. Almost confusing was where he had woken up, for it had been that morning that he had woken up with his face almost touching a grimy puddle in some alley, a few empty glasses tossed about him and a rather greasy looking young man sitting a few feet behind, smoking something that smelled like sweetness and lost hope.
Not that he knew what that smelled like.
"Not any of your damn business," he muttered, realizing his mistake quickly after making it. "I was. . " He stopped, his voice sounding heavy but a bit apologetic. "Out."
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Richard Loeb
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Post by Richard Loeb on Jan 13, 2010 22:57:16 GMT -5
How the tables have turned. Huh. Richard sauntered forward a bit and tried to manage something vaguely resembling the appropriate concern. Came out looking every inch as disdainful as he felt. And Nathan kind of liked that, to be honest.
Glassy-eyed, hung over as hell, and smelling like a distillery. The conquering hero returns. The Continent was a little more liberal, but really, Nathan, really. Your poor mother would die of shame if she saw you.
"Out? Passed out in a gutter somewhere. You're lucky if they didn't take your wallet, too." Clapped him on the shoulder, looked him in the eyes and... leant in, just a little, to study those eyes of his more on the level. "You smell like a French cathouse, Babe." (Not so meaningful when you're actually in the country in question, but he grinned anyway.)
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Post by Nathan Leopold on Jan 14, 2010 1:04:41 GMT -5
A muscle twitch involuntarily lifted his upper cheek, just for a moment. Then his left eyebrow. Damn it, he could take care of his own damn self. He could show him. Yes. Yes. Reaching into his back pocket, he felt for his wallet with what he thought was a discreet touch. Nothing was there. He tried not to show his utter disappointment in himself . . And the horror that he had lost over four hundred dollars and his library card from home. At the moment, he was more worried about the library card.
"Didn't take my wallet. I'm fine, Richard," he groaned, looking up into his eyes for a moment before losing focus. He pulled a hand on the side of his face, dragging it across vertically. He needed a nap.
. . . French cathouse? Why would he smell like a . . .
Oh. Shit.
His brain beginning to pull itself together, he blinked several times in silence. The night began to piece itself together. The minor argument, walking the streets until he had come across some random joint. . The beautiful young dancer who he had adored, if not for just a very fleeting second when he first saw her. . . And then. And then it was like when he was a child back in Illinois during the winter. He would go out and feel the chill, know the cold was there and then . . Then there would be a sudden snap as a snowball hit him directly in the face.
His moments with Salome in that bedroom were that snowball and, just as he had as a kid, he shivered and recoiled, all at the same time, as if something had hit in straight in the face. And he was too close to Richard. He noticed that now. What he didn't see was how incredibly guilty he looked all of a sudden, there in the kitchen with Dick.
"French cathouse?" he replied with what he hoped was a smile. "No, no, no." With each 'no,' his head pounded more and the lie seemed more of a lie than ever. "No cats were involved in my activities last night."
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Post by Richard Loeb on Jan 19, 2010 22:12:52 GMT -5
"Wow. Nathan made it with a girl. Red letter day. How much was she, Babe? You've got to pay rent somehow. Hope you haven't overspent your budget." He smiled, for real this time, came this close to tousling that hair and calling him 'sport' like somebody's unfavorite uncle. Rubbing a bit of dirt off of Nathan's shoulder with a positively motherly affection. Leaning in really close, because hooker perfume and bourbon made such a charming combination this early and he really didn't give a damn if his shoes ended up thrown up on.
Far be it from him to criticize the lengths somebody like Nathan would go for sex. And he didn't really believe it, anyway. Much more likely he spent the night in some holding cell with... oh, damn it. Damn it to hell. Great theoretical concept, hell, not one he believed in but excellent to swear by. And if their whole little arrangement had gone off the rails-- if he'd lost his nerve-- if some dumb bitch had gotten the truth out of him... well, shit.
"Let me get a good look at you." His tone was cold.
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Post by Nathan Leopold on Jan 19, 2010 23:11:21 GMT -5
Nathan said nothing in reply, still feeling that incredible oncoming train called guilt as it moved first from his chest and forward, each car running him over with equal force.
He felt sick again. Not sick as in 'Let's throw up on Richard's nice shoes' sick ( Though why he was wearing shoes would later be a question for good ol' sober Babe to ask. Hungover and slightly drugged Babe was too busy holding back said sickness to think about that ) but more like 'Let's throw up on Richard's front' sick. Which he did. Promptly.
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Post by Richard Loeb on Feb 14, 2010 21:22:09 GMT -5
"Aww, Christ--"
Lovely how the first impulse was to shove the poor hung-over bastard away from him with a noise of perfect disgust-- even when the poor hung-over bastard was his best friend and entirely literal partner in crime. Very sympathetic, Dickie. He pulled at his shirt in utter disgust, practically gagging himself out of some sympathy.
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Post by Nathan Leopold on Feb 27, 2010 21:28:39 GMT -5
It took Nathan a moment to realize what, exactly, he had done.
He had thrown up. On Richard Loeb. Thrown up, fowled, soiled and possibly besmirched Dick Loeb. By throwing up on him. It was almost enough to shock him out of whatever stupor he had been sent into by the previous night/morning events of utter unintentional debauchery. This, to put it lightly, took it way too far.
"Richard!" he cried, speech a bit slurred but all-in-all worried. Pushed, he lost his balance and had to use the counter to keep himself up. He was soon back and examining the damage. "Are you alright?"
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Post by Richard Loeb on Mar 29, 2010 21:09:22 GMT -5
"You threw up on me, what do you think?"
It's not like it hadn't happened before. Everybody getting all nicely tipsy and social tended to segue swiftly into everyone getting argumentative and throwing up their accounts pretty damn quickly, especially with, y'know, the boys of the fraternity. And Richard had tasted enough bile himself before he actually got the hang of the whole concept. But Jesus Christ, this was Babe here.
He stormed out of the room, peeling his shirt off and depositing it in the general direction of a hamper.
"Who got you drunk in the first place?"
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Post by Nathan Leopold on Apr 21, 2010 23:12:58 GMT -5
He stared. "I . . . I think. . . " He faded off, following with a somewhat uncertain gait after his friend.
"You missed." Babe looked at the hamper, staring at the fouled shirt that rested now on the floor. He took the shirt and spent a moment trying to put it in the hamper without touching the sick that now stained it.
He froze in his position, leaning against the wall half bent over and muttered, "No one. Party. . . Frat party. Good times."
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Post by Richard Loeb on May 22, 2010 22:14:01 GMT -5
He snorted, but his attitude had lost some of its sting. It was really hard to be the arrogant asshole when Babe was looking just that pathetic. And at least he wasn't covered in puke any more.
"I get you. Look, do you wanna sit down or something?"
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Post by Nathan Leopold on May 24, 2010 1:15:08 GMT -5
Nathan's face broke in half. A smile. There wasn't enough heart in that snort for him to actually be angry! Wave of nausea. That passes, breathe, breathe.
"I'm. . . set," he said, obviously not being 'set.' "Wild, wild, party," Nathan added, trying to keep his story straight. He finally ended up on the floor. "But your night! How are your night?" There was a hidden question under his words, a 'did you?' hidden under layers of haze and exclamation points.
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Post by Richard Loeb on Jun 9, 2010 10:52:15 GMT -5
If you didn't actually know the guy, the general impression of what a wild party would constitute for Nathan would be lemonade and a frenzy of nonstop no-holds-barred birdwatching. Brilliant he was, but -- timid, yet to break free. Not any more. Richard paused, uncertain of whether this new development was something to congratulate or show concern about. Or continue ribbing mercilessly on.
"Fine, if you don't count having no one to talk to. You want to sit down?"
Casually unaware of shirtlessness, he ambled over to put a hand on Nathan's shoulder. Yes, yes, try to take his temperature, that obviously had so much bearing on a hangover. Like soothing a startled animal, strange little bug that Babe was.
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Post by Nathan Leopold on Jun 30, 2010 20:09:16 GMT -5
Nathan frowned. "You could've gone out too, you know." But he didn't, and that fact made him feel a bit giddy. That and the fact that there was now a half naked Richard in the room. Yes, that definitely caused gid.
"Aren't I, already?" he asked, looking down. "Oh. No. I'm not. Imagine that
With that, he slumped to the floor, breaking contact with bare-Richard-hand. It wasn't intentional and, if he were drunk again, he probably would've had the nerve to put it back for him. But he didn't, so he didn't.
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