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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Mar 31, 2013 23:59:45 GMT
 What the fuck was this idiot chuckling at? He better not be snickering at him otherwise Alex would have a good few verbal beatings for him. They wouldn't be, like, too bad though. He still didn't want to exactly, yeah, entice out an angry vampire. An angry, drunk vampire. Who knows what those biters got like when they were in that kind of state. Alex underlined the mental note that reminded to "never find out" as he cupped his hands on the end of his gasper and let it, watching Milo all the while with those same distrustful eyes.
But... Alex supposed he could sympathize in a way with whatever shit Milo was going through. If you were single, you slept with whoever you wanted, you weren't the one with someone tying you down. In the end, sex is an agreement between two people, not just one. Otherwise that's, like, rape, kids. "Tch..." Alex scoffed, jerking his head to the side to sassily swish his fringe out of his amber eyes. "...sure, you shouldn't've maybe done that but... yeah. His fault, too. He had to be willing to, like, get it up."
For the record, he wasn't taking Milo's side. Because he didn't do that shit with vampires. He just understood his situation. "It's not exactly fair that they be givin' you shit... vampire or not." Pfft. Alex just didn't know that the man that Milo had slept with was his dad. If he knew... his reaction would, undoubtedly, be much, much different. And definitely not so understanding.
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Apr 4, 2013 2:23:43 GMT
Milo propped himself up on his elbows, looking at Alex with surprised gratitude. "Thank you!" he declared, indignant that everyone else shouldn't be as sensible as this kid."I mean, fuck, the dude topped and everything!" But it seemed Alex was the only one on his side. He groaned and dropped back to his back.
"But I guess I shouldn't be surprised. He's got friends here, I don't. Bunch of bullshit." He scratched his balls carelessly and eyed Alex's cigarette. "Bum me one of those, bud? I'll give you a nip of this stuff." He held up the flask in offering. He didn't care how much Alex hated him. He needed someone to get drunk with.
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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Apr 4, 2013 3:01:49 GMT
Okay... that sudden show of gratitude for some simple words definitely caught Alex off guard. One of the last things he sort've ever expected to get from Milo was an honest thank you. As much as he disliked admitting it... the vampire wasn't the bad guy of whatever situation had gone underfoot. Although, ugh, it'd be nice if he didn't openly scratch himself so crassly like that. Kinda gross on the eyes, y'know. Alex looked away pointedly and sucked in a lungful on his tab. "A taken teacher topped you... and you're the one being chased? Nuh-uh." The fae almost went cross-eyed as he watched himself breath out a thin stream of smoke. "It's like... some fucked up way of pickin' on the novatillo."
To share or not to share? Alex gave Milo a close, calculating look... "Don't call me 'bud'." He muttered before tossing him the packet and lighter and taking the flask in exchange. "This better not have blood in it..." He murmured, almost to himself as he unscrewed it. Ew. He was actually sharing a drink with a vampire-- no, don't think about that. Drink. This was probably the only drop of alcohol that was willingly being shared with him within a decent radius. Alex decided to not give it a sniff or wipe the opening with his sleeve... and just take a gulp, swallowing and squinting at the familiar warmth as it seeped into his stomach. Coughing dryly into his fist, he handed it back. "Is the fucknugget, like, tryin' t'pin the blame on you fer all this? Like... tryin' t'salvage his relationship or whatever the fuck ee'has?"
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Apr 4, 2013 3:16:39 GMT
The cigarettes and lighter landed on Milo's chest with a thud. He pulled one out and slid it between his lips before lighting it and letting out a positively pornographic noise of contentment as he sucked on it. His eyes slid shut lazily for long moment while he simply enjoyed the warmth in his lungs. Oh, cigarettes. May we never be apart again.
Milo opened his eyes and looked over at Alex, considerably closer now, and shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe. Preggo made it sound that way. Was all 'blah blah blah you're a little slut.'" He mocked a high-pitched voice. "What a bitch." He sat up suddenly, remembering another key part of the story.
"And! And!" he cried. "I actually tried to apologize to the douchebag! And I don't do that!" He shook his head in disgust. "And what do I get? I get 'rawr, don't even look at me, don't come to class ever again, blahhhh.'"
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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Apr 4, 2013 3:52:16 GMT
Milo's imitation of a girly voice actually managed to entice out the lightest of chuckles in Alex. But as soon as he realized that he'd snickered, he quietened down. It wasn't exactly a laughing matter. "Sounds like he's been tellin' the story in his favour then... 'cause, like, you ain't the one datin' someone. Y'don't have t'hold back if y'don't wanna hold back." He made a little snorting sound. He thought he had a pretty good understanding of Milo's position and it was unfair as it was stupid. A single person is free to do what they like. They're not the ones tied to someone. A taken person however is meant to take care of themselves and not expect every carnal temptation to stay out of their way for them. Ugh, even just thinking about it was getting him all bristled.
Wait. Milo... apologized to the dickwad? Alex began to not-so-subtly cough on the swig of drink he was taking. He handed the flask back with a shaking hand while he covered his spluttering mouth with his other. "Joder... he sounds like a right asshole." Alex muttered, killing the burning in his throat with a pull from his cigarette. "Immature definitely. 'Cause... fuck... I think even one of us would have more of a head than he does. And he calls himself a teacher?" Cue a scoff noise and a shake of his head. "Seriously."
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Apr 4, 2013 4:00:37 GMT
Milo snorted. Yeah, he was obviously telling it in his favor. But, what else was new? "Right? Y'know, you're not half bad for a fuckin' racist, Alexa," he said with a smirk. He sucked thoughtfully on his cigarette, blew a smoke ring just for fun. He could only do them when he was drunk, for some reason. One of those selective learning thingies, like on TV when people could only do art when they were high.
He crossed his legs, resigning himself to a bit of uprightness. He had grass in his hair. Milo lifted his eyebrows in agreement. "Joder is right. Damn, and it was the only class I was doing any good in, too." He made a face.
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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Apr 4, 2013 4:48:34 GMT
Alex wasn't too sure how to take that exactly because... Milo just said he wasn't half bad, which was alright, he supposed... but, at the same time, Alex wasn't a racist. His unease and fear was just misinterpreted and his stubborn pride to not admit such a thing didn't help it. "Thanks... supongo." He muttered, taking the flask and swallowing a mouthful of the stomach warming liquid.
Alex had to chuckle now. Milo was actually good at a class? Shaking his head lightly, he paused to screw the cap back on the flask and toss it back on the vampire's lap. "Thought the only class you weren't crap in was Spanish?" He teased light-heartedly, unaware of how close he was to figuring an ugly thing out. He ran his tongue over his teeth under his lips and snuffed through his nose. "What is it then? Art? Vampire management?"
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Apr 4, 2013 5:18:48 GMT
Milo froze when Alex brought up Spanish, suddenly remembering why discussing this with Alex of all people was a bad idea. He sucked in a long, long drag on his cigarette while he waited for his brain to reboot. Oh, boy. Well, maybe he didn't have a great relationship with his dad? Or maybe...maybe he would just leave and never talk to Milo again instead of staking him? Or maybe...um...
Maybe Alex would still understand? Well, it wasn't like the little Mexican didn't have quite the reputation on his own. From what the rumor mill churned out, he was the free rides version of Milo. Open-minded, sex-crazed guys like him had to be understanding...didn't they?
Which gave him an idea.
"Doesn't matter," he said quickly, then scooted toward Alex. "Hey, wanna fuck? Promise I'll keep my teeth to myself."
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Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Apr 4, 2013 5:54:45 GMT
While he waited for Milo's answer and, thus, the name of the fucker that was being such an ass to him, he sucked the last flicker of life out of his tab and killed it on the sole of his shoe before flicking it away. But, the answer Milo supplied hadn't exactly been the one he was expecting. Alex blinked at him and mimicked the vampire's actions; except scooting away instead of closer. Sudden advances from biters weren't exactly... welcome.
"Heh." He tried to play it off with a false smile and a chuckle. "Haven't drank enough to do it with someone with that kinda face you got." The faerie supposedly teased innocently. What he really meant to say was... that he definitely hadn't drank enough to do it with a vampire. Alex rubbed the back of his neck and eyed the distance between them. "As you were sayin'...? This other class teacher thing dude? Yeah?"
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Apr 4, 2013 5:59:24 GMT
Fuck. Racism ruined everything, didn't it? Even plots to distract people with sex so they wouldn't find out you had sex with their father. "Not even a blow job?" he offered with weak hope. He would so blow Alex if it meant not giving up this information. But Alex seemed pretty dead-set on not touching Milo. His face fell.
"Uh, well..." He cringed and grabbed the flask, taking a long swig before sticking his cigarette back in his mouth. He mumbled quickly around it. "Not art or anything, you're right it's Spanish. Don't kill me please."
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