Who: Jude C and Daniel W
What: Vampires
When: Current
Warnings: Crazy?
Whether it was Christmas savings or good cheer to all men
without healthy greasing of the cheerful passages with lubrication high in alcohol content, not known but Jude had cried off from the bar a good hour before closing given present company lacked things to do and there were plenty of them. Home then, please and thank you, in the rattletrap suicide-excuse for a car held together with faith, hope and a lot of tape. Smelled like a brewery just now, without the windows down (the desire not to be cold warred and won with the desire not to get merry off fumes alone) with the smell of booze and the bar, cigarette smoke and splashed beer gumming to his shirt. The night was quiet, thick black dark hung around the old house in the woods like virtual blanket and not a light was lit, which suggested Oliver was either elseways or not still painting. The windows were long licks of glinting black and so, alone then, heading in with a jangle of keys and the car left out-front.
The house was cold, but preservation of precious heat forever-and-always. A shower would heat things up considerably, but Jude's stomach rolled over with a growl that suggested demand rather than asking politely, and he ducked into the wide interior of a kitchen no doubt designed for staff rather than people. There was a wide island moored in the middle of the floor and not a table to be seen. Pizza boxes were stacked neatly by the door (ever the tidy one, Jude, always and forever) and the side was littered with implements for making tea, cereal and milkshake-powder from boy's own brother. Food then, and Jude rummaged in store-cupboard to retrieve apple and tea-mug, biting the apple to hold it conveniently between his teeth as he turned to stove-top to set down the kettle and proceed with gentlemanly art of tea-making. Showers could come after.