Make the Most of the Night || Alex

[Zephyr Israel Wallace]

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It was cute, he would of added. Key word: would of; but smiling to himself, he notice that the other was maybe annoyed by the comment? It was an exaggeration, there wasn't too much photos and honestly... some were pretty decent and came out really good. Then again, if he said all that was true, where would the fun of teasing Airhead? "Aw, did I offend? Well, at least its something normal, oppose to something weird..." He offered with a shrug and small smile that wasn't at all apologetic, "...So, did'ya ever have your own, then? A cat, I mean. Back home, I got one- well, its more my sister's now than mines, seeing that I'm here now."

Maybe a reason why he wasn't all out addicted to smoking, was his lack of tolerance for doing it long. Sure, one or two puffs were okay, but... eh, quickly, he gotten sick of it. He killed the cigarette, before flicking it away. His smile dimmed a little, noticing the surprise- maybe he should just tell a white lie and say it wasn't the case anymore? Because if it was ruining his chances with Alex...

Ze scartched his head giving a small shrug, "Yeah, I can go for girls, too. But..." He pursed his lips with the pause, his gaze averted to the darken sky above, "I'm more of the type to go for what I like- no matter the gender. If I like 'em, I want them." It was really simple as that- he was a simple guy, but his parents were making out to be that he was just in that experimenting age. He wasn't sure why- but a label annoyed him, since he wasn't gay or straight or even bisexual. Sure, all sex was nice but he's a bit more picky about what he thrusts into, y'know.

And Hephaestus. The morning after that time... "Pft, if you have a twisted sense of fun." He snorted, since getting chased out of the room, trying to cover up his naughty bits a best he could as every hung-over occupant that was around giggle at.

....Did he hit the wrong cord? He must of... something was off. Eyeing him, Ze pressed his mouth into a small frown- there was an urge to give some comfort, hold his hand and given it a squeeze even, before the brunette mutter the first words... but he stayed obediently leaning on him and didn't make a move. "I know that they happen, I can give you that much. My father might've told me something but..." Didn't give it much thought...

So Alex was a part that? He remember there might of been a time when his father was ranting about something that was happening the world of supernatural.... but, now he was wishing he payed attention. He felt a sort of shift in him thought, a twinkle of respect. He knew the other was strong but... "You're a good person, Alex. Doing something like... coulda gotten kill, if it was that dangerous to cancel... Heph, I didn't know, I'm sorry for asking." Sure, what he was saying were barely passing as compliments- but he was sort of at lost for words. "Yeah... we can drop it."

Well, damn- this is how you kill a mood. Not that it was the air fae's fault...

Ze lifted his hand, at first it seem like he was attempting to reach for the other's hand as comfort- and he really was- but... he second-guessed himself, and instead, he moved the cooler closer with his feet and dug in for a beer can. Sitting up, he pulled up one, deciding best to continue with conversation somehow, "Well, then what's your favor--"

Son of a gun.

He sputter, dropping the spraying can and shut his eyes to prevent any of the alcohol from stinging his eyes. He face lit up, out of embarrassment, as he wipe his face with the sleeves of his jacket. "...." God, now he smelled like cheap beer- just freaking great. He felt like some comic relief almost- was this God's way of chiding him with the stupid question? Because he was already regretting.

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[alexander jay garcía torres]

Alex didn't think he was such a good person really. But, y'know, if Zephyr wanted to think that, he wasn't exactly going to correct him. The Games had sucked big time and thankfully he hadn't had to see them until the end. Who knows what would've ended up happening if they hadn't have been cancelled. It was something Alex didn't usually think about seeing as, like, it was in the past and didn't bother him now. The faerie just rolled his shoulders and gave Ze a small smile for agreeing to drop the subject.

Talk about mood-killer though. It air even felt awkward as Alex calmly breathed it in. How was Ze to know though that his question would have a serious answer like that? Alex figured that he should've played it safe and just lied about it. He could've said something stupid along the lines of... scariest thing he'd been made to do was, uh... go and venture into the vampire management class to do a class survey or something? Ze might've bought that.

Out of the blue, the faerie heard an angry hissing and spitting noise off to his side and he whirled his head around. Immediately, he cringed and recoiled backwards with a protective hand over his face from the stray froth that peppered his face from the can. "Fuck, man!" Alex gasped, wiping his face on the bottom of his blue Frosties shirt which he pulled up to expose his bellybutton. He let it fall and opened his mouth to make a snip at Ze's stupidity for opening a shaken can but... he laughed instead. A light, genuine and very amused bubble of laughter burst in his chest as he pointed at Ze.

"Idiota. Don'cha look a sad, soggy sight!"

[/b] Alex tittered at the wet-looking fire fae, still keeping his distance though so not to get his own clothes wet. "Here, toma." He pulled out of his pocket a bright canary yellow handkerchief and offered it to Ze, his amusement still firmly plastered on his face with a large smile. He started to dab at the guy's face for him with a roll of his toffee coloured eyes. "Trust you t'grab a shooken one."

Aether, Ze didn't half stink of beer now. And he looked pretty wet still. "Uh... y'betta not get a cold." There was still that bitter night wind blowing about. Alex supposed he could negate them for the fire fae buuuut... that required effort. And Alex was lazy.
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[Zephyr Israel Wallace]

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He wasn't expecting that. Honestly, he wasn't expecting Alex's answer to be... well, as crappy and equally awkward as that, but what else could he say? Fuck, what else could say? That he couldn't do something like, volunteering for friends- no matter how close, something stupid like the games? The odds of him volunteering would be slim...

Sigh. Seriously, he was hoping something simple and able to laugh, possible teased about- maybe tell his own, 'scariest experience' but... well, Ze didn't need to be bother with that now. Saved by the bell... or shaken up can, taking away the awkward moment and changing to one of he's embarrassment.

As the terrible beer rolled off his face, his eyes squeezed shut, and while he saved his eyes from the sting, the cheap alcohol manage to find itself up his nose... He's fault for breathing in at the wrong moment- or Alex's, for shaken up the stupid cans of beer. Dying with a small, sneezing fit, he gave a small glare. "Yeah, yeah, please laugh it up--" He cut himself off with another sneeze, his cheeks flaring up a bit from embarrassment as he felt something dabbed up his wet face. "Shush, its your fault anyways- I didn't shake up the stupid can." Ze snatched the handkerchief, but dammit... the laugh was infectious. A small and annoyed smile formed on his lips, as he wiped away the beer before tossing it back at him, but a shiver went down his spine when the wind suddenly picked up.

He tugged his coat closer, "Damn weather. I can't wait 'til summer really kick in and these random chills stop." Ze grunted with a bit of a whine, rubbing his hands together; seriously, he picked a wrong night to come up- would it kill whoever up there to make it a little bit... y'know, warmer? But then again....

He scooted closer, hoping Alex wouldn't question- he was just sharing some body heat, so what? He was a fire faerie, and while he could do a little effort, warm himself up- ain't anybody got time for that. Easier to just share. "Airhead, M'bored still. Any ideas? 'nother dare?"

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