11PM: Ryan and Sasha
"I think everyone carries a gun, these days." It wasn't said meanly, just matter of fact. Ryan smiled at Sasha nonetheless, adding, "Tattooing is a pretty big responsibility, though."
“True, you’d probably be stupid if you didn’t carry a gun now,” Sasha agreed with a nod. “Well, I mean, I like to think it is. Someone’s letting me permanently mark them up with ink with a needle, that isn’t exactly a small thing.” And if he fucked up there wasn’t any erasing it. “Now I suppose it’s my turn to ask if you’re sober?” Sasha turned Ryan’s question around on him, mostly out of curiosity. Because of the people in attendance Ryan seemed to be able to still manage normal motor functions, which was more than could be said about most of the people still around the Bonfire.
Ryan leaned back in his chair, arms on the rests, and tilted his head back up to look at the sky. It was a clear kind of night; the stars were perfectly visible out here in a way they never were in Chicago. "I wouldn't drive," he said, "but I'm not about to pass out or anything." He turned his head to look over at Sasha, his tipsiness causing him to unconsciously study the features of the younger man's face. "Why do you ask?"
Sasha laughed. “Just trying to figure out if you’ll remember we had this conversation in the morning or not,” he answered with an easy smile. “And I can’t lie, I’m glad it sounds like you won’t be passing out either. Although if you did I’d make sure you made it to somewhere comfortable to sleep it off.” Sasha is leaned in closer to Ryan by this point, unafraid to openly study the other man and the way he looked in the light of the bonfire. “We're are you staying here tonight?” He asked, realizing that if Ryan was here this late than the Hellhounds must have set him up in a tent or vacant trailer.
Ryan laughed, the sound muddled slightly by the music that was still playing near the bonfire, and shook his head. "They gave us a tent to share, over…" He tilted his head back again, this time in search of their temporary housing instead of the night sky, and pointed to his right. "Over there. A green one next to a blue RV. Just in case you're seeing the future right now and in a few hours, you'll need to help me over there."
When Ryan laughs, though the sound is muffled, Sasha can’t stop himself from letting a faint smile flash across his features. He likes the sound and he’s not certain he’s ever heard the other man laugh like that before. “Share?” Sasha questions before the answer clicked in his brain. “Oh, you mean with Violet right?” He had seen Ryan’s friend around earlier, though hadn’t yet had a chance to talk to her. “Didn’t I tell you? I’m totally psychic?” Now it’s his turn to laugh.
"You didn't mention it, but since you guessed right, I'm starting to definitely think you are." Ryan sometimes forgot that other people weren't always with their best friends to the extent that he and Violet were. A sheepish smile settled on his face once he realized he hadn't even mentioned her by name, just assumed Sasha knew who he was talking about. "The one and only."
“Seriously though, I was just curious. And maybe I wanted to know where I should bring you coffee in the morning to help take the edge off of the post-bonfire hangover,” Sasha paused. “These things have a way of wearing a person out, even without the moonshine.”