Billy and Warren, Backdated to the party
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ax_mainDrunk Billy and Warren share a dance--and some sass. And lightning.
More than a few vodka-and-cranberries deep, Warren rolled up behind Billy and held out his fist for a bump. "Kaplan, man. How's the party treating you? Did you get a drink? Even Thor deserves a drink now and then."
Billy blinked when there was suddenly a fist offered to him and then grinned when he realized who that fist belonged to, offering his own and exploding it with a laugh. "Oh, I have had plenty!"
He was on his fourth and he was really wondering if he should stop since his limbs were starting to feel a little light and he was getting pretty goofy. Last thing he needed was to make a bigger fool of himself....or maybe drink more. "You are quite the host, sir. I applaud your skills to get teens drunk and dance."
"Honestly, the parties at my old school had nothing on this, but they did teach me some awesome delegation skills." Of course Warren had been at the forefront of society there--but that had been kinda shitty and expectation laden and... heteronormative. This school? So much more awesome. And less with the 'rent out the most expensive club in the City for the night or it's a shit party'. "Terry's the brains tho. I just did the liquor and a few general ideas."
"Ah. I knew this was too good to be only you." Wow, show him a smile to know you aren't being a dick! Billy turned a teasing smile on Warren and shook his head, but it came out a little too much like a grin since he was a little too far gone. "I'm joking! You guys did good."
He took another sip of his drink before raising an eyebrow at the winged boy. He felt brave. "So, you and JP?"
Warren laughed happily at Billy's crack, then looked a little goofy as his gaze drifted to JP in the crowd. "Yeah. Crazy, right? It just kinda clicked when we first met--I mean, met here, we met once before at a skiing thing but he didn't remember me. It's nice tho. That he like. Goes out with me."
Billy watched Warren then glanced out to see where his gaze was, a huge grin formed on his face when he saw what was holding the other's attention and whistled softly. "Well, well, as Owl from Bambi would say you are looking mighty twitterpated, Angel Boy."
This was good and it seemed like no one really cared about it so that was even better. "JP seems nice, you picked a nice boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend," Warren said with a smile. "Just a--you know. Dating friend. But the twitterpation is legit, not gonna lie. I mean, look at him. What the hell man. How is that fair?"
"Wait what?" Billy gave Warren a look. "You mean to say you guys look at each other like that, but you aren't...together like that?"
He took a long gulp of his dream. "I'm sorry, Warren. But that's stupid."
Warren, well buzzed himself, found Billy weirdly disarming in that moment. He slung an arm over Billy's shoulders and said, "Part of me agrees, bro. But there's also the fucked up part of me that recognizes the fucked up part of him and knows we're on the same speed setting, you feel me? Wounded souls or some shit." He gave Billy a squeeze and rustled his feathers.
Billy raised an eyebrow at that explaination, opening his mouth to disagree, but then he just decided that right now really wasn't the time. He smiled at the squeeze around his shoulder and shook his head. "You do you, bud."
He finished his drink and placed the empty cup on the table. Well, he had danced already tonight so why not conquer another fear while inebriated! "Do you wanna dance, Mr. Wounded Soul?"
"There is nothing my wounded soul needs more than dancing," Warren assured him. He set down his drink and took Billy's hand, then pulled him toward the dance floor. "It's even better than walking along the edge of the lake reading Lord Byron in a ridiculous voice to myself, if you wanna know the truth."
"I will pay you fifty bucks if you do that while I tape you." Billy answered in as serious a tone as he could manage before grinning and pulling close to Warren. This was...different than Kitty and Yana, but he wasn't going to let that stop him, so he let his hands move to Warren's hips and started moving.
Warren moved his hips with the beat--or close enough anyhow--and enjoyed the warmth of Billy. He wasn't cold, being shirtless never bothered him, but hey, he liked the touching people thing. "I'd do it for free. I mean, get me regency wear tailored for the wings. I think I could rock that look--super romantic poet."
Billy couldn't help the laugh that came up out of him at the image of Warren in regency period outfit and shook his head, having a hard time finding a place where he wasn't accidentally touching Warren's skin. "Why do you have so much skin? You look like you came from the shooting of Magic Mike three: Angels Edition."
"That is the nicest thing anyone's said to me all night." Warren grinned, wings fluffing with pride. "Though I'm not half the dancer Channing Tatum is. I'm more on Pettyfer's level. God he was terrible..."
Billy made a face and shook his head, finally giving up and just letting his hand go wherever. "Yeah, Pettyfer isn't that pretty either, he's got a weird douche face. Now, Tatum?"
Billy let out an appreciative whistle.
"I mean, I wouldn't kick Pettyfer out of bed," Warren reasoned, wings getting into the movement now, too--he was too buzzed to remember to keep them tight against his back. "You know who I like? That dude from True Blood--Mangiello? Mangenello? The beefy one. He's fine."
"Yeah!" Billy had never seen True Blood, but his foggy mind picked up on the name pretty quickly and he remembered the face. Nice face and nice body, Billy threw his head back and laughed. "Maybe he's a mutant, since it seems like being attractive is mostly a running theme with the gene!"
"Seriously, why are we so fine?" Warren asked with a laugh. "Man, it'd be epic if he was a real life werewolf playing a werewolf on TV..."
"He would have landed the role of a life time. Just have to figure out those pesky full moon times, but hey maybe the crew would know so they give him the night off." What were they even talking about right now? Billy didn't really care, he was having fun and he loved the way Warren's wings moved with him. "Your wings know how to dance better than you. I think you should feel jealous."
"They show me up in everything," Warren said with a fake sigh and a hip shake. "That's the real reason I'm always shirtless. I need some attention too.
"You have that problem with the lightning ever?" He grinned.
"Like you don't get enough attention." Billy rolled his eyes and shook his head, but couldn't help the grin. "You mean my lightening showing me up? No, hate to say it, but there are very few lighteningphiles out there. Unless you're talking about it blowing something up, then yeah all the time, the damn attention whore."
"Enough is such a relative concept." Oh god, now he sounded like Shinobi. Just kill him now. Warren snorted out a laugh all the same. "I think blowing shit up counts as being an attention whore though, yeah dude. Can you do like tiny shocks too?"
Oh. He should not be doing this while having been drinking, but he couldn't help it as he placed both hands on Warren's bare sides and concentrated. His hands sparked to life with small sparks of blue electricity and he grinned as he sent a small jolt into Warren's skin. "Your own personal TENS unit."
That had been such a bad idea, but Warren wasn't dead! So, it was fine! It was fine!
Warren's lips formed a little "o" as he sucked in a surprised gulp of air... then laughed. "Holy shit, it tickles!" He had the goosebumps to prove it now--though he suspected any hair on his torso would be standing up now anyhow. Also, nips. "That's awesome! You could do sports therapy. Or just, you know, date someone who's into that. It's totally a thing. Everything's a thing." Thanks, internet.
Billy burst out laughing and he took his hands away from Warren's sides to push his hair out of his eyes. "That's what everybody wants to hear, that their power could be used for sex play. Awesome."
The idea of him doing sports therapy also made him chuckle, he had no real interest in sports and wasn't that something you had to have to go into that field? He realized then that they had been dancing for a little while and he reached up to pat Warren's chest. "How 'bout one more and then we go get another drink?"
"Sounds good!" Warren moved a little closer and grinned. "And hey, don't knock the powers for sex play idea. Not until you've tried it. Then get back to me."
"You will probably be waiting a long time for the info, bud." But Billy nodded all the same and kept dancing.
More than a few vodka-and-cranberries deep, Warren rolled up behind Billy and held out his fist for a bump. "Kaplan, man. How's the party treating you? Did you get a drink? Even Thor deserves a drink now and then."
Billy blinked when there was suddenly a fist offered to him and then grinned when he realized who that fist belonged to, offering his own and exploding it with a laugh. "Oh, I have had plenty!"
He was on his fourth and he was really wondering if he should stop since his limbs were starting to feel a little light and he was getting pretty goofy. Last thing he needed was to make a bigger fool of himself....or maybe drink more. "You are quite the host, sir. I applaud your skills to get teens drunk and dance."
"Honestly, the parties at my old school had nothing on this, but they did teach me some awesome delegation skills." Of course Warren had been at the forefront of society there--but that had been kinda shitty and expectation laden and... heteronormative. This school? So much more awesome. And less with the 'rent out the most expensive club in the City for the night or it's a shit party'. "Terry's the brains tho. I just did the liquor and a few general ideas."
"Ah. I knew this was too good to be only you." Wow, show him a smile to know you aren't being a dick! Billy turned a teasing smile on Warren and shook his head, but it came out a little too much like a grin since he was a little too far gone. "I'm joking! You guys did good."
He took another sip of his drink before raising an eyebrow at the winged boy. He felt brave. "So, you and JP?"
Warren laughed happily at Billy's crack, then looked a little goofy as his gaze drifted to JP in the crowd. "Yeah. Crazy, right? It just kinda clicked when we first met--I mean, met here, we met once before at a skiing thing but he didn't remember me. It's nice tho. That he like. Goes out with me."
Billy watched Warren then glanced out to see where his gaze was, a huge grin formed on his face when he saw what was holding the other's attention and whistled softly. "Well, well, as Owl from Bambi would say you are looking mighty twitterpated, Angel Boy."
This was good and it seemed like no one really cared about it so that was even better. "JP seems nice, you picked a nice boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend," Warren said with a smile. "Just a--you know. Dating friend. But the twitterpation is legit, not gonna lie. I mean, look at him. What the hell man. How is that fair?"
"Wait what?" Billy gave Warren a look. "You mean to say you guys look at each other like that, but you aren't...together like that?"
He took a long gulp of his dream. "I'm sorry, Warren. But that's stupid."
Warren, well buzzed himself, found Billy weirdly disarming in that moment. He slung an arm over Billy's shoulders and said, "Part of me agrees, bro. But there's also the fucked up part of me that recognizes the fucked up part of him and knows we're on the same speed setting, you feel me? Wounded souls or some shit." He gave Billy a squeeze and rustled his feathers.
Billy raised an eyebrow at that explaination, opening his mouth to disagree, but then he just decided that right now really wasn't the time. He smiled at the squeeze around his shoulder and shook his head. "You do you, bud."
He finished his drink and placed the empty cup on the table. Well, he had danced already tonight so why not conquer another fear while inebriated! "Do you wanna dance, Mr. Wounded Soul?"
"There is nothing my wounded soul needs more than dancing," Warren assured him. He set down his drink and took Billy's hand, then pulled him toward the dance floor. "It's even better than walking along the edge of the lake reading Lord Byron in a ridiculous voice to myself, if you wanna know the truth."
"I will pay you fifty bucks if you do that while I tape you." Billy answered in as serious a tone as he could manage before grinning and pulling close to Warren. This was...different than Kitty and Yana, but he wasn't going to let that stop him, so he let his hands move to Warren's hips and started moving.
Warren moved his hips with the beat--or close enough anyhow--and enjoyed the warmth of Billy. He wasn't cold, being shirtless never bothered him, but hey, he liked the touching people thing. "I'd do it for free. I mean, get me regency wear tailored for the wings. I think I could rock that look--super romantic poet."
Billy couldn't help the laugh that came up out of him at the image of Warren in regency period outfit and shook his head, having a hard time finding a place where he wasn't accidentally touching Warren's skin. "Why do you have so much skin? You look like you came from the shooting of Magic Mike three: Angels Edition."
"That is the nicest thing anyone's said to me all night." Warren grinned, wings fluffing with pride. "Though I'm not half the dancer Channing Tatum is. I'm more on Pettyfer's level. God he was terrible..."
Billy made a face and shook his head, finally giving up and just letting his hand go wherever. "Yeah, Pettyfer isn't that pretty either, he's got a weird douche face. Now, Tatum?"
Billy let out an appreciative whistle.
"I mean, I wouldn't kick Pettyfer out of bed," Warren reasoned, wings getting into the movement now, too--he was too buzzed to remember to keep them tight against his back. "You know who I like? That dude from True Blood--Mangiello? Mangenello? The beefy one. He's fine."
"Yeah!" Billy had never seen True Blood, but his foggy mind picked up on the name pretty quickly and he remembered the face. Nice face and nice body, Billy threw his head back and laughed. "Maybe he's a mutant, since it seems like being attractive is mostly a running theme with the gene!"
"Seriously, why are we so fine?" Warren asked with a laugh. "Man, it'd be epic if he was a real life werewolf playing a werewolf on TV..."
"He would have landed the role of a life time. Just have to figure out those pesky full moon times, but hey maybe the crew would know so they give him the night off." What were they even talking about right now? Billy didn't really care, he was having fun and he loved the way Warren's wings moved with him. "Your wings know how to dance better than you. I think you should feel jealous."
"They show me up in everything," Warren said with a fake sigh and a hip shake. "That's the real reason I'm always shirtless. I need some attention too.
"You have that problem with the lightning ever?" He grinned.
"Like you don't get enough attention." Billy rolled his eyes and shook his head, but couldn't help the grin. "You mean my lightening showing me up? No, hate to say it, but there are very few lighteningphiles out there. Unless you're talking about it blowing something up, then yeah all the time, the damn attention whore."
"Enough is such a relative concept." Oh god, now he sounded like Shinobi. Just kill him now. Warren snorted out a laugh all the same. "I think blowing shit up counts as being an attention whore though, yeah dude. Can you do like tiny shocks too?"
Oh. He should not be doing this while having been drinking, but he couldn't help it as he placed both hands on Warren's bare sides and concentrated. His hands sparked to life with small sparks of blue electricity and he grinned as he sent a small jolt into Warren's skin. "Your own personal TENS unit."
That had been such a bad idea, but Warren wasn't dead! So, it was fine! It was fine!
Warren's lips formed a little "o" as he sucked in a surprised gulp of air... then laughed. "Holy shit, it tickles!" He had the goosebumps to prove it now--though he suspected any hair on his torso would be standing up now anyhow. Also, nips. "That's awesome! You could do sports therapy. Or just, you know, date someone who's into that. It's totally a thing. Everything's a thing." Thanks, internet.
Billy burst out laughing and he took his hands away from Warren's sides to push his hair out of his eyes. "That's what everybody wants to hear, that their power could be used for sex play. Awesome."
The idea of him doing sports therapy also made him chuckle, he had no real interest in sports and wasn't that something you had to have to go into that field? He realized then that they had been dancing for a little while and he reached up to pat Warren's chest. "How 'bout one more and then we go get another drink?"
"Sounds good!" Warren moved a little closer and grinned. "And hey, don't knock the powers for sex play idea. Not until you've tried it. Then get back to me."
"You will probably be waiting a long time for the info, bud." But Billy nodded all the same and kept dancing.
