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[fifth_garde]

[He'd drove all night, habitually remembering to drink from the cold flask of cheap coffee he'd picked up from a diner and even more habitually to chew on aspirin. He had to keep the pain in his arm at bay, occasionally it would spasm causing him to jerk the wheel to one side. His eyes were aching, and either that was because of the exhaustion or the emotions which were rattling around in his head, both of which weren't things he was able to take care of right then.

He'd eventually caved in and put on the radio, listening to some random popular music station so he wasn't left with just his own thoughts. He didn't exactly enjoy the music but it was better than utter silence, every now and again he'd press a wad of napkins against his temple, which had crusted over but wasn't entirely finished bleeding yet.

Finally reaching the town he'd left Owen in earlier that day, or actually the day before considering it was now five in the morning, he could've simply ran but he'd either end up running into a wall or phasing half way through one and winding up dead.

He parked the car in the same car park he'd left the BMW and transfers the chest from one trunk to the other, after all he'd rather ditch Al's car for the stolen motor, regardless of the convenience of having a car with actual insurance papers.

Finally he drags himself into the corridors of the hotel, it seeming deadly quiet for the fact it was so early, he vaguely remembers Owen's room number having only seen it once before and slumps against the doorframe, tapping lightly on it and hoping Owen would hear.]

Owen? 's me... I mean, Five, y'there?

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[magicalmishaps.livejournal.com]

...Or that, if you prefer.

[So amused by the choice of words.]

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

I definitely prefer.

[You'd think he was insulted by the very idea of e-cigarettes.]

[magicalmishaps.livejournal.com]

All right, all right.

I had no idea you were so fussy about what you put in your mouth.

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

'm not really.

[He takes a sip of his drink before devilishly grinning at Owen.] After all, I remember somethin' of yours bein' in my mouth not too long ago.

[magicalmishaps.livejournal.com]

Git.

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

[Grin.]

Please, don' pull that face on me. [He slides his hand across the table to stroke Owen's arm.]

[magicalmishaps.livejournal.com]

...But it's so effective.

[Just like Jason's response. UNFAIR.]

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

's a pretty face. I've always been a sucker for puppy-dog eyes on a pretty face.

[He continues to lightly stroke his thumb on Owen's arm even though he's already received the response he wanted.]

[magicalmishaps.livejournal.com]

[Owen's pouting never lasts long... Fortunately for them both, probably.]

And apparently, I'm a fool for compliments from the right person.

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

Then I guess they're a good combination of downfalls.

[Smiiiile.]

[magicalmishaps.livejournal.com]

I think we need to discuss your definition of 'good'.

But you can ponder that while I go get us another drink.

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

[He smirks.]

Oh? I thought we weren't gettin' drunk. Y'changed your mind pretty quick.

[magicalmishaps.livejournal.com]

Two martinis are not going to make me drunk. You have a lot to learn about me yet, obviously.

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

Well considerin' we've known each other for a grand total of two 'n a half days you'd be pretty one-dimensional if I'd learned everything.

[magicalmishaps.livejournal.com]

Maybe I'm just an open book.

[He isn't. Or if he is, it's a very long one. Probably written in Aramaic.]

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

Somehow I doubt that. We've already decided you've got all kinds of nasties behind that sexy visage.

[magicalmishaps.livejournal.com]

[Owen will resolutely not comment, just go and fetch them two more martinis, returning a moment later.]

I'm concerned I'm going to disappoint you, now.

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

Maybe y'will, that'd be an interestin' turn of events.

[magicalmishaps.livejournal.com]

Maybe. But it bodes well to think you don't mind disappointment.

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

[He waves his hand.]

'm used to it. You're only human.

[magicalmishaps.livejournal.com]

You are so going to pay for that later.

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

Pay for what?

[PARAGON OF INNOCENCE.]

[magicalmishaps.livejournal.com]

Being a smartarse. A racist smartarse. I'm clearly very offended, as you can tell.

[fifth-garde.livejournal.com]

I think its specist, not racist... [Totally helping with the smartarse front.] 'n don't worry. I don't fault you for it...

[magicalmishaps.livejournal.com]

[He drops his voice a little and leans in.] I don't care what species you are. You're still a git.