Re: James/Fisher
Lyle was drinking a lot tonight, and not saying anything, and Fisher was going to the bar to order for the mute kid and stealing sips of the whiskey when he brought the glass back. Having a few sips of alcohol wasn't going to throw him off the bandwagon, and he needed to feel more at ease. The wedding had been nice, as far as weddings went, and Nox looked really happy. It was nice to think that two good people could be happy with one another, could have a bright future. It gave him hope for himself, though he didn't think he was as good or deserving as someone like Nox.
For awhile, he had been happy to stand around with Lyle along the wall, but after his last drink run, his brother had seemed to disappear onto the dance floor with Frankie Vallario. Well. Wasn't that just... typical. Even mute and moody, Lyle had people wanting him. Not that Fisher wanted to dance with some girl but still. That wasn't the point. He was alone, and he was standing here holding a glass of whiskey and he kinda wanted to drink it. Mulling it over, he was about to raise the glass to his lips when a pair of arms wrapped around him, making Fisher nearly jump out of his skin. "Wh-" he gasped, turning to look over his shoulder. James. With a flower. How in the hell... what was he doing here? "You... what... oh my God..." Turning in the demon's arms, Fisher slung one arm around the man's neck and hugged him tightly, shocked and pleased and mostly shocked.