Iris | Ιρις (thousand_hues) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-11-05 13:29:00 |
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Current mood: | tired |
Entry tags: | hypnos, iris |
Who: Hypnos & Iris
What: Old friends reuniting
When: Monday night
Where: Some bar, then Iris' place
Notes: I feel like writing adorable, fluffy Iris/Hypnos being the awesomest of friends, apparently.
Trying to plan two weddings, a bat mitazah, a cristening, and a retirement party all at once was taking its toll on Iris. She'd finally told her assistant she was taking the day off, or head was going to explode. If it was really an emergency, she could always be reached on her cell phone.
"And I mean dire, as in, you broke your leg and need a ride to the hospital, or the florist burned down and we need to find a new one," she added. "Something like that." Her assistant just shook her head. "You need a vacation, that's what you need."
Iris snorted. "Maybe I'll have time for that three years from now," she joked. "I'll see you tomorrow." She hung up and promptly went back to sleep, finally waking for good around noon. She hadn't done that for months, she'd forgotten how good it felt. She made herself some lunch and watched bad daytime TV, and then better cartoons. (She loved Adventure Time, and The Amazing World of Gumball.)
She hopped in the shower around 6, deciding to head out for dinner and a few drinks, because reasons, that's why. That's what days off were for. She turned on some cheesy pop while she got dressed, humming along as she did her makeup and smoothed down her hair. Satisfied, she grabbed her purse and headed out the door.
Hypnos had really needed to get out of his apartment, or he was probably going to start going mental. He really had to start harping on Phobetor to get his own place, because his brother's presence was leaving him constantly on edge. He'd escaped to a bar near his place, taking shots of tequila like they were water. Which is where Iris found him, four shots in and looking considerably more relaxed.
"Well if it isn't my favorite little sleep god!" she exclaimed, dragging him into a hug and ruffling his hair.
"Do you know any others?" Hypnos asked, laughing into her shoulder.
Iris tilted her head, pretending to think. "Nope," she said, grinning. "Doesn't mean you're not my favorite though. Come on, come sit with me! Have you eaten? We should get nachos. Ooh! And wings."
Hypnos really couldn't do much besides follow her. (She still hadn't let go of his sleeve.) They sat down at a booth near the back, ordering lots of appetizers, plus a beer for Iris and more tequila for Hypnos.
"I saw you at the party, but we never really crossed paths," Iris continued. "Not surprising, really, that thing was huge. I did see you went as yourself, though. Very you."
Hypnos laughed, rolling his eyes. "Say what you want, it was nice to be able to stretch my wings again, without having people running scared. I saw your blue hair, what were you even wearing?"
"Knockoff Katy Perry costume. They couldn't say that, of course, but when you read the description, it was pretty glaringly obvious that's what it was supposed to be."
Hypnos nodded, falling silent as their drinks arrived. "Either way. Also very you."
Iris grinned. "So, what've you been up to lately? Still living with Thea?"
Hypnos sighed, drinking more of his tequila. "She's not here anymore," he said heavily.
"Wait, what? Why not?"
And, almost against his will, Hypnos just started to talk. About Thea leaving, about Phobetor, about how jumbled up his head was, about how his apartment felt almost unwelcoming anymore. And when he was done, he threw back another shot, snorting at the dumbfounded look her face. "You did ask," he reminded her dryly.
"Yeah, I did, I just didn't know you'd done a total 180 since we last talked," she finally managed. "Geez, man. I'm sorry. Can I do anything?"
He shrugged. "Drink with me some more. Tell me stories about your ridiculous clients. Let's have some nachos."
Iris nodded, pushing the plate between them. "There was this one woman who was just insane, nothing was ever good enough for her..."
They managed to while away the hours, drinking and eating and shooting the shit, until they were full of greasy bar food and laughing at everything. Iris paid, waving him away when he tried to get his wallet out. "Seems like the least I could do," she said. They went outside and she asked, "You gonna be OK to get home?"
"Yeah, probably," he sighed. "Much as I don't wanna go back."
"Come back to mine," she offered.
"Iris-" The two of them had been on-again, off-again before Hypnos had reunited with Pasithea, but he didn't know if he could handle that right now.
"Not like that," she went on. "If you're concerned about my virtue, or yours, or whatever, you can have the couch. But your place is not conducive to anyone getting any rest right now, if he's as bad as you're telling me."
Hypnos hesitated for a few moments before saying, "Yeah. OK. Let's go."
They got a cab back to Iris' building, stumbling into the elevator and then down the hall. Iris flipped on the hall light, toeing off her shoes and hanging up her jacket. "I think there's some blankets around here somewhere," she muttered, opening her hall closet and rooting around. She located two and handed them to Hypnos, who'd settled onto the couch, his head lolling to one side. Iris shook her head, smiling fondly. "Shoes off," she told him. He complied, laying down and throwing the blanket over him. Iris draped the other one over him as well, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. "Sleep well, Poppy," she told him, and he smiled faintly.
"Haven't called me that for a while," he murmured.
"Haven't seen you for a while," she reminded him.
"Fair enough," he said around a yawn. "Just leave me here for a week or so."
"I'd laugh, but I know you're halfway serious," she said, yawning herself. "We'll talk later, alright?"
"Alright. Hey, Iris?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
"Any time, Poppy."