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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 9, 2012 22:46:44 GMT
Alex couldn't help but feel envious of Brent's luck. Maybe things now were proving to be rocky for him but, in the end, he had always had Chase. Alex on the other hand, who did he have? Just his pet cat Tootie. Was that what his life was destined to be like? A lonely man in his small flat, incapable of serious relationships and proud owner of half a dozen cats. Alex shuddered visibly. No. He didn't want that.
"Trust me. I've given hints. We even kissed once but..." Alex scrunched up his nose and shook his head. "I think he was just experimenting or something. He said after that he didn't mean it. That he didn't roll my way. Or something like that.... I was pretty smashed. I just remember a drunken kiss and words." The young chap drawled, not impressed in the slightest with Reid's excuse. Sure, it might of happened a while ago and Alex had had many kisses like those since. But he would never forget that one.
The spaniard decided that he was going to have that sixth beer, talking left his mouth dry. Then he'd have no more. At least until the evening. Maybe he'd have a shot of Firewhiskey to help him drift off for a siesta. Alex frowned at himself. Or maybe he would stop drinking so much. Some day.
"This is my last." Alex said out loud opening the can. "I can't be bothered to walk down all those bloody stairs so... I gotta be in shape to fly."
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on May 10, 2012 5:46:25 GMT
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 10, 2012 12:47:29 GMT
Alex almost laughed out loud when Brent mentioned to give the mystery guy some time to think it over. It wasn't as if he hadn't. The Spaniard felt like muttering "he's had years" under his breath. But then that would probably be too much of a giveaway. He didn't want Brent knowing who it was if nothing was destined to happen between them.
"Yeah. I guess." Alex forced himself to say quickly in a small, high pitched voice. He then drowned whatever he was going to say with a long slew of beer. He didn't want to talk about this anymore. He could feel it getting awkward.
"You and Chase'll work out. If you don't..." Alex raised a bunched fist in threat. "I'll knock some sense into the both of you." Okay, so maybe it was an empty threat. Somehow Alex couldn't see himself landing a single blow on Chase. Brent, maybe. But definitely not Chase. He was a giant stood next to the Spaniard.
"Gah... can't I just sleep if off here?" He whined, the mere thought of getting up making him groan lazily. Alex scratched his stomach and pressed more weight into Brent's shoulder. "Or can't you carry me? That sounds pretty good.... Carry me?" The whine in his voice persisted and Alex pressed yet more weight into Brent, almost to the point that he was flumped against him. It was that time of the day when doing anything whatsoever seemed a chore, even flying to the edge of Hogwarts to apparate away.
"Why do I live so far awayyy."
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on May 10, 2012 15:25:59 GMT
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 11, 2012 13:21:24 GMT
Alexander groaned loudly when Brent said he wasn't going to carry him. He already knew anyway that the answer would be no but he still felt the need to complain audibly about it. Alex guessed that he'd be flying it back. But that meant getting up... and the stone floor was oddly comfortable all of a sudden.
"Bah. Fine. I pick flying over those stairs." Alex was having a lazy day. And he hated stairs. One of the reasons why he picked the flat where he lived was because it had an elevator. One of these days he was going to have to start thinking about taking up some form of exercise. Just eating healthily probably didn't cut it.
"I should probably get up soon..." He sighed, leaning all of his weight on Brent for a moment before pulling away. "Tell Chase I said hola and all that." Alex heaved himself to his feet with a click of his knees, making a tired, groaning noise as he did - it sounded like standing up was the hardest thing in the world. It was in a way. He'd been pretty comfortable sat there in the sun. Six beers and Alex was nothing but a little light headed. He stretched lazily and rubbed his eyes. He was totally ready for a nap right now.
"Try not to gross the world out with your lovey-ness, m'kay?" Alex snickered, swinging an arm at his backback and catching it on its strap. In the same swooping movement he slung it onto his back with a small rattle. "And don't let things with Maryn bring you down, Brent. If you need someone to get completely wasted with - soy tu hombre."
ooc:: "I'm your man."
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on May 12, 2012 7:10:56 GMT
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 12, 2012 16:48:58 GMT
Alex just chuckled when Brent told him to be careful - when wasn't he? Well, when he was sober(ish) at least? The man reached backwards into into backpack a pulled out what looked like a smaller version of his usual broom. He gave it a quick tap with his ebony wand and it doubled in size. Alex had been meaning to use an Undetectable Extension charm on his backpack but... he couldn't be bothered. He just kept on putting it off.
"I've done this plenty of times before, Brent." Alex said climbing onto his broom. As soon as his feet lifted off the ground he wobbled around, losing his balance with ease. "Wo-oah." He muttered, gripping the handle and trying not to flop around.
Alex looked over at Brent and smirked. The broom suddenly became still and Alex looked rather comfortable on it.
"I'm only playing." He snickered evilly. "I'm not that bad." Alex kicked his feet at nothing, swinging them lazily underneath him. He listened to Brent with a roll of his eyes - of course they were going to go grossing people out with their saliva.
"Do that infront of me and I'll glue your tongues together with a hex." Alex nodded. He was serious. "And I'd pay to see you try to give class like that.... "Shutdennnsht. Thish ish Phofesshor 'Hase" The man mimicked, sticking his tongue out while he spoke and talking with a very heavy, slobbery lisp. He stopped and laughed. The hex seemed like a fun idea now. He'd write it down on his hand to remind him.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on May 13, 2012 19:54:05 GMT
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on May 14, 2012 20:46:47 GMT
"Maybe?" Alex repeated, raising a questioning eyebrow. Still perched on his broom, he whipped out his wand and tapped his other hand. He narrowed his eyes and let blue sparks glitter and fall from the tip.
"I am being serious, Brent." Alexander reassured him, he waved it at the pile of cans and the whole thing fused into a single mesh of tin. "Don't put it past me to do that with someone's tongue." Alex snickered and slid his dark hued wand into his pocket. He would honestly do it just for laughs.
"Well, I should be off. If I don't see you... owl me with when we have practice next. M'kay?" The Spaniard gave his friend a wink before stretching once again. If he wasn't so darn tired and slightly tipsy he would probably offer to walk down with Brent.
"Catch you soon, Brent. Cuídate." Alexander sang before kicking up and off the astronomy tower floor and flying away with a whispering whoosh of his clothes.
{ e x i t t h r e a d a l e x a n d e r }
ooc: cuídate - take care
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