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Who: Margo Hanson, Eliot Waugh and Felix Dawkins
When: Backdated: Saturday, August 19th. Late Evening
Where: Outside, near Margo & Eliot's apartment
What: Zombies appear and so does Margo's magic
Rating/Warnings: Mostly Family Friendly
Status: Complete

While Saturday nights were usually a much busier night for clubbing, Felix enjoyed the push and pull of the crowds around him and of course he enjoyed it even more with Eliot on his arm. They hadn’t gone to a club or bar in awhile, so having no other obligations for the evening, Felix had made plans with Eliot to go to one of Felix’s favorite clubs where he knew the bouncer so they hadn’t had to wait in the very long line outside. And because he wanted to get to know her better, he had also invited Margo along.

Most people might have felt like a third wheel, being invited along somewhere with a couple, but not only would Margo not allow herself to become a third wheel, but Felix had managed to split his attention quite well between her and Eliot. She had certainly been impressed.

After a long night of drinking, dancing and generally having a good time, they had finally left the club in the wee hours of the morning and were currently walking back to Eliot and Margo’s apartment, which wasn’t very far from the club; besides none of them were really in any shape to drive.

***

Eliot was definitely feeling no pain as they walked home from the club, he wasn’t quite too drunk to walk home in a mostly straight line (there were some things about being a functioning alcoholic that weren’t all bad) but he knew his limits and that he was way over where he could drive safely. Even without two of the people who mattered most to him in the car so - walking since there was no point in paying for a cab for that little distance to their apartment. He came to a stop and reached out to grab Felix’s arm to bring him in close for a kiss. “You’re staying tonight right?” He whispered. He knew Margo wouldn’t mind.

He let Felix go and reached out for Margo’s hand pulling her in close for a hug. “You had fun tonight right?” He asked knowing she’d give him an honest answer about it no matter what it was.

***

Felix laughed into the kiss, “You can bet your sweet arse I am,” He smacked Eliot’s ass as if to punctuate his response. After all, going back home meant not being with Eliot and honestly, why would he choose an empty bed over a night with Eliot.

Margo smiled at Eliot as he enveloped her in a hug after he’d broken away from Felix, who continued to stumble along beside them, his boots making the occasional scruffing sound against the pavement, “As if you need to ask. There was dancing and alcohol, how can you not have fun with that combination?”

***


Eliot grinned and stole another kiss at Felix’ response. “What do I get if I take you up on that bet?” he teased, hand slipping down to squeeze Felix’s ass through his pants. He always enjoyed going to bed a lot more when Felix stayed over. And when they did finally go to sleep, he slept better. Or at least he thought he did.

Eliot let his gaze follow Felix as the other man walked beside them, a small smile on his face as he kissed her forehead before letting her go. “Had to ask Bambi. And we both know that the answer to that question is - horrible dancers.”

***

Felix thought for a moment, “My sweet arse.” It wasn’t one of Felix’s better comebacks, but he was rather drunk so he wasn’t as quick as usual. Reaching behind himself, he took Eliot’s hand that had just squeezed his ass and laced their fingers together as they continued walking, now passing a cemetery.

“Ugh, if you’re a bad dancer, just don’t even try. You’re just taking up valuable space on the dance floor.” Margo rolled her eyes then glanced over at Eliot and Felix as they walked beside her. She was happy to see that things that worked out quite well for her best friend after the talk they had had about Felix.

***

Eliot squeezed Felix’s hand as they walked past the cemetery. “I’ll take you up on that bet then. It’s got one of my favorite stakes after all.” He murmured. “Did you ever hear that old story that if you breathed walking past a cemetery you’d be the next to die?” That one had scared the hell out of some of the kids he’d grown up with although it had never really bothered him. There had been times he’d deliberately breathed walking past one almost as if trying to tempt fate.

“Not to mention making it painful for the people who have to watch you trying.” Eliot added on to it, noticing someone coming towards them in a kind of shuffling fashion. “Speaking of bad dancers - doesn’t that look like one of the guys from the club? The one who looked like he was trying to audition for a remake of Thriller or something?”

***

“Oh, please do,” Felix laughed as they continued walking then nodded in response to Eliot’s question, “I did, but I never believed it.” Most people couldn’t hold their breath for very long which meant that most people who passed a cemetery would die. And what about funerals? They were usually fairly long. No one would be able to hold their breath for an entire funeral.

Margo was about to respond to Eliot when another person shambled up behind the first one, causing Margo to stop walking, “El…” As they shuffled a little closer Margo noticed the torn clothes as well as what appeared to be decaying look to their skin, “Am I that drunk or do they look like they should be dead?”

***

“I never did either. I knew people growing up who did and would actually deliberately breathe walking past a cemetery when I was them sometimes. Just to mess with them.” Eliot confessed a little smile on his face as he glanced over Felix’ shoulder at the fence and the outline of the stones he could see through it.

Eliot didn’t think as he reached out to grab Margo’s hand with his free hand, pulling her close to him as he was finally able to get a good look at the approaching figures. “Margo...I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to be that drunk. There’s no costume parties going on around here is there? And it’s nowhere near Halloween.” His alcoholic buzz was fading fast as he watched the now tripled zombie crowd approaching them, eyes going to the cemetery almost without him realizing it. These...definitely didn’t look like they’d just crawled out of their graves in there.

***

Felix took a step back as the whatever they were shuffled closer, his hand tightening slightly around Eliot’s, “You’ve got to be bloody fucking kidding me.” Felix had seen quite a lot over the last few years, but there was something about zombies that freaked him out more than anything else.

For once Margo had nothing witty to say in response and was also taking a step back when her foot hit a crack in the sidewalk, the heel of her boot causing her to stumble slightly. In an attempt to steady herself, she pulled her hand from Eliot’s, both arms shooting out in front of her and to her complete shock, two of the creatures burst into flames.

***

Eliot squeezed Felix’s hand back as he pulled him closer, wanting them both as close to him as he could get them with this threat in front of them. “This...was definitely not in the brochures about this place.” He said, trying to make a small joke. That seemed to be a thing around here. All the things that might make people think twice about moving here weren’t advertised.

“What the fuck was that Margo?” He asked, surprise in his voice as he watched the zombies go up in flame. “You got your powers?” Was there a little envy in his voice? Definitely.

***

“There’s a lot that they left out of the bloody brochures.” Felix had seen quite a lot over the last few years that wasn’t normal to any place, let alone Orange County. He was also staring at Margo as Eliot was, his alcohol fogged mind trying to make sense of what he’d just seen her do. He new that there were magic wielders as a result of the dreams, but he’d never seen anyone do it before, outside of a movie.

“I...I don’t know how I did that,” Margo’s hand were still outstretched and she was staring at them as if she had never seen them before. She could feel something, most likely the magic flowing through her, but she had no idea how to do that again, “We should probably go.”

***

Eliot gave Felix a sort of forced smile at that comment. “Maybe we should figure out who it is and take over the job of printing them? Make sure the accurate information is published from now on,” he said, trying not to let how much seeing those things had unnerved him. Almost as much as seeing her using magic had.

“Probably. We can figure it out at home. Tomorrow.” Once he’d had a few more drinks. Or took advantage of some of the pot that he’d put in the drawer of their bar. “Right now...let’s just get home. Where those...whatever aren’t.” Tonight was one of those nights he was going to insist on double or even triple checking their door to make sure it was locked. And the windows too.