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too nice to have his display name bastardized (hopped) wrote in foltlins,
@ 2008-10-18 02:32:00

lolololloollsdfhs drunk.
Who: LINDY AND DAX
When: OCTOBER 18 1978 EARLY MORN
Where: JACK AND LINDY'S FLAT SO JACK CAN HEAR THE SEX
What: DRUNK
Why: CAUSE WE ARE :D

As a rule, Lindy did not drink. This was because as a rule, when Lindy got drunk he was A Bad Drunk and got, at turns, mopey, pessimistic, and temperamental. Lindy did not like any of these moods, so he tended to stick to chainsmoking. However, every now and then would come a magical night when Lindy was in exactly the mood where drinking would make his spirits soar, and tonight had been one of those nights.

Oh, had tonight ever been one of those nights.

Naturally Lindy had gotten Jack to encourage him, as Lindy's closest alcoholic friend. There had been a gathering of various persons of high importance, and a lot of drinking, and then more drinking, and then some more drinking. Lindy had toasted to an extraordinary number of things. At some point, he had had an intense 3 minute discussion with Benjy of the nazis and why they should get fucked. Now, having successfully made an ass of himself on a public forum, he was looking for Dax.

"Fuck the nazis," he said by way of greeting, having stumbled over to the general area of Dax and sitting heavily down beside him, letting himself fall sideways onto Dax's shoulder because he leaned on Dax at the best of times and these, my friends, were the best of times.

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daxbax
2008-10-18 03:47 am UTC (link)

There was an itch on the tip of Dax's nose. He scratched it and sneezed, not quite feeling the burning that a bit of white powder had left there because, oh my, he was drunk, too.

He smiled as Lindy approached, in spite of watery eyes and sniffles, and watched him with hazy-eyed amusement as he sat and rested his head upon Dax's shoulder. "I imagine they aren't very good in bed, you know. The lot of them," he quipped, running idle fingers across Lindy's neck. "Grow your hair out, please. So I can run my fingers through it."

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hopped
2008-10-18 03:51 am UTC (link)

"I can't do it on command, Dax, it takes a while for it to grow," Lindy mumbled by way of reply, entirely neglecting to theorize on the bedroom proficiency of the nazis as a whole. "I like your hair, though," he added, drawing his legs up onto the couch and sliding an arm around Dax's chest. "S'good," he added, grinning somewhat stupidly (but adorably nonetheless).

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daxbax
2008-10-18 01:50 pm UTC (link)

"They should make an instant hair-growing potion, because I would give it to you. Right now. Against your will, even. Not that I'm complaining about your grooming, love, just the running-fingers-through-it part. S'pose this can suffice, though," Dax noted, fingers toying with the hair near the nape of his neck. Though he should have been sluggish and slurring, Dax was wide-eyed and felt perfectly and blissfully aware of all around him. And the feeling of Lindy's strands of hair on his fingers was positively wonderful.

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	hopped 2008-10-18 02:00 pm UTC (link)
	"I like my hair this way it looks stupid when it's'all long," Lindy mumbled in return, adjusting himself slightly against Dax to get more comfortable. "Don't give me things against my will." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	daxbax 2008-10-18 04:34 pm UTC (link)
	"I don't think it would look stupid," Dax argued, grinning, "I think it'd probably be, as the French say, très sexy. Yes, did you know the word 'sexy' is the same in French and English? I find that bloody remarkable." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hopped
2008-10-18 05:40 pm UTC (link)

"There are charms for that, isn't there?" Lindy wondered, running his fingers up and down Dax's chest because if there's one thing public drunkeness is good for, it's forgetting the entire concept of privacy and appropriate public behaviour and not traumatizing Jack (wherever the hell he was; who cared? they were talking about Important Hair Business. it was very absorbing).

"Sexy isn't a French word. Is it? Maybe they just took it from us. The English. That sounds very... xenophobic," Lindy mused on. "'M sexy anyway, though," he added contentedly, closing his eyes.

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daxbax
2008-10-18 06:35 pm UTC (link)

"No, it's obviously a French word since French is the sexiest thing one can be. Aren't you French? I wish I were French. When I was twelve I learned how to count in French because my best friend was French. Her name was Elyse and I thought I was in love with her until I realized I enjoy putting it in men."

Dax smiled and closed his eyes, allowing his head to fall back against the couch. "That feels all too nice, you know." Dax's fingers fell to Lindy's collar, toying with the material there a bit, slipping a finger underneath every so often. "Your skin feels hot. I imagine you're incredibly intoxicated or turned on."

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hopped
2008-10-19 04:57 am UTC (link)

"The French do not have all the sexy words," Lindy replied, feeling vaguely-but-not quite nauseous (he wanted a cigarette). "Eloquent. Eloquent is a sexy word. It can't possibly be a French word. It's a big sexy English word.

"'M probably both," he added, in response to the intoxicated vs turned on argument. "Definitely intoxicated. Slightly nauseous. Incredibly turned on. Always am, around you. Need more you in my life. Need a lot more sex. Definitely."

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	daxbax 2008-10-19 05:07 am UTC (link)
	"That can be arranged." And that was all Dax said. Fuck French words. Fuck words in general. That was all that needed to be said. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hopped 2008-10-19 03:35 pm UTC (link)
	"More you?" Lindy asked, tilting his head up on Dax's shoulder to look at his face, his hand momentarily forgotten at Dax's hip. "More sex?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

daxbax
2008-10-20 03:04 am UTC (link)

Dax smirked. He greatly enjoyed Lindy when he was drunk. All pretence and social decorum was stripped away, and all that remained was pure honesty. It was nice and refreshing, and brought out the best in Dax (such as his own, purely honest responses). Using his hand to cradle the back of Lindy's neck, Dax leaned forward and kissed him, slowly and deeply. When he paused, his grin was wide against Lindy's lips and he mumbled, "They go hand in hand, don't they?"

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	hopped 2008-10-20 07:05 am UTC (link)
	"Sort of," Lindy conceded, half-grinning full-stupidly right back against Dax's grin, staring in mild wonder into Dax's eyes, which like most things were bewilderingly different this close up. "Right now they do, I suppose." (Reply to this) (Parent)