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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck does not stagger downstairs. He ambles. There is a difference.

He also is not wearing a shirt.

He also has a bottle of absinthe drawn on his back.

The fae ambles over to the bar and drops his head onto the countertop.

Oddly enough, he may have had a few absinthe hallucinations last night.

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[oneman_onevote]

A slender hand smooths a particularly noticable spike of hair.

"Coffee?"

Assassin on the next barstool.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Nmph," is Puck's eloquent reply from his facedown position.

After a moment, however, he raises his head gratefully and says, "Yes. And pray be very quiet."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock nods once and a large mug of very strong coffee appears before the fae.

The assassin says nothing further.

Quiet, he can do.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

The fairy seizes it and sips as quickly as he can-- which isn't very.

He is not, for the record, slumped against Havelock at this juncture. It's called leaning.

[oneman_onevote]

The arm around Puck is not for support, it's... affectionate.

Yes.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

About halfway through the mug, Puck is better able to form multiple coherent thoughts in a row.

"Good morrow," he murmurs, looking up at Havelock through his lashes.

[oneman_onevote]

"Morning," he says.

Quietly. If he has thoughts about how very long Puck's lashes are, they are not apprarent. The assassin is made of ice.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

He smiles lazily. No, not in pain.

Lazy.

"Do you fare any better than I feel?"

[oneman_onevote]

"A little, I imagine," he says dryly.

He runs light fingertips through Puck's hair again. "Have you eaten anything?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"... Yes?"

There were, if he recalls, cupcakes.

[oneman_onevote]

"This morning?"

Blood sugar doesn't have to be literal sugar, Puck.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Oh, shut up, you ... person. Thing.

"I fear not."

[oneman_onevote]

"Perhaps it would help?"

It's a suggestion, not an order. Havelock doesn't do that. To Puck.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck shrugs, head on Havelock's shoulder.

"I do feel I could have a bit of snake ..."

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio traces the drawing with a curious finger and fades into view.

"Good day, my lord fae."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck glances up at him.

"Oh, is it?" he mumbles. "I am so glad. It was in doubt."

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio raises his eyebrows.

"Bitten by he demon drink?"

The corners of his mouth curl.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

The fairy snorts.

"Oh, you haven't any idea."

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I certainly do."

Mercutio slides onto a bar stool next to Puck and pats his head.

"What was the occasion?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

With a little effort, he raises himself up on his elbows into a more upright sitting position.

"Spin the bottle, it's called," he says with a grin.

That's how it began, anyway.

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"And what happens when you spin this bottle?"

He looks curious.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"When you spin the bottle, my dear sir," the fae replies, "you are under oath to kiss whomever it points at."

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"It sounds like my kind of entertainment."

Mercutio grins.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"No doubt," he says with a fainter version of the grin. "Whyever didn't you appear?"

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"I had no notion such fine entertainments were provided."

He looks mournful.