Futuristic Come on! Not agaain! -Sincerely, Adrian.

[Laine]

Ade pouted. He couldn’t complain – at least they weren’t tearing at each other’s throat like they were earlier. But it still bothered him intensely that Cas felt entitled to go off with other people, while Adrian would feel guilty if he did (and didn’t want to anyway). “I don’t care if they’re archaic. They’re my views.” He grumbled miserably. Ade started fiddling with his right hand, which he had been holding horizontally just above his waist. The once pale skin had turned a dark purple hue, and although Ade later found out it was fractured, not broken, it hurt so bad that the slightest knock or movement would make his stomach quiver.


“Well, I for one would love to take these…‘binding vows’,” he muttered sarcastically, keeping his eyes on his hand. “I assume it’s something you future people do to cement my position as your prisoner?” He bit his lip, knowing it was a low blow.

 

[chellemrys]

Cas shrugged at Adrian's grumbling, frowning in an 'oh well' manner; he was taught that binding vows were what put an end to a fun social lifestyle. He would take them when he was ready, or maybe never. It didn't make a difference to him. I probably won't live love enough to take them anyway.





Furrowing his brow, Cas took Adrian's hand, observing it in silence. He gentle traced the discolored skin, vaguely remembering how he squeezed Adrian's wrists earlier. He grumbled, cheeks drawing red as he dropped the hand, feeling shame rise in his chest. His eyes flew up to meet his partner's green ones, a tiny bit of surprised taking over, before dropping out of sight as the prisoner comment reared its ugly head, again, and he recognized the sarcasm that had graced the phrase. Spitting in disgust, he backed away, "Let me be, Ade."

 

[Laine]

Adrian felt the dark tone to Cassidy’s voice, and was tempted to murmur ‘sorry’ straight afterwords, but the word never materialized. Instead he folded his arms, cradling his right hand in his left elbow as he frowned at the Lieutenant. What, so you can go back to making out with your buddy over here? I don’t think so. He cast a dirty look to Keve, before sighing, “I can’t exactly go anywhere, can I Cas? I’m sure if I stepped outside I’d be beheaded for being an Earthling and I don’t really feel like going back to that bedroom right now.” He did feel tired and giddy, but was too embarrassed to mention that the room reeked so much of his own sweat and vomit it was difficult to breathe.


He slowly stretched an arm out towards Keve, who was still supping at the bottle, tapping on his hopper lazily. Ade narrowed his eyes, clearing his throat obnoxiously, “Are you at least going to share that? Considering you didn’t buy me a drink at the bar, I’m sure you can spare a mouthful now.” Keve regarded him for a second, looking the taller man up and down, before deciding that giving him a drink might not be such a bad idea. It might help him loosen up a bit. He leaned over and handed Ade the bottle, watching as he creased his face at the taste of it.

 

[chellemrys]

Cas rolled his eyes, "...Yoou could go baack to de room. And hiide." He whispered, huffing before backing away to the bar. He felt so stressed out, having these... Relationship problems. The Lieutenant took a long swig, straight out of one of the bottles. "Yoou brought that on yourself, Ade. I told yoou not to briing too much attention to yoourself. But whaat diid yoou go doo?" He made a 'tsk' sound, shaking his head.


Cas turned back to Keve, and began speaking in the universal tongue, "Got any flavoring?"


********


After nearly an hour, Keve and Adrian were thoroughly drunk. Cas more than the alcohol-hardened Keve. They were beginning to talk about the threat to Vos again, and were starting to outline a proper plan. The Lieutenant was concerned for Vos, and its people, and brought up the point that they were only two agents. He knew they could do it, but he knew it would be easier to get help. Cas held up his wrist, "I tink I will call Lyd, get zome back up." He began pushing at buttons, cheeks rosy red and a serious look plastered on his face- he wanted to save this world.

 

[Laine]

Ade's eyes were sullen, and he was sat at the breakfast bar, lining up rows of voffy cases before flicking them onto the floor, one by one. Cassidy and Keve were practically ignoring him, and he huffed miserably, dragging his hand through his hair. The caramel-esque flavoured Vaask that Keve gave him was taking the edge of the pain of his hand, but he was bored out of his mind. So he continued sipping and stacking voffs, giving the two Time Agents an occasional glare.


At the proposition, a slightly more sober Keve straightened up, tapping the side of his head. "Who needs backup, when you have..." he belched loudly, "...us, Petar?" he nudged Cas hard, distracting him from his hopper. "Hmm? Hmm? We - we took on a whole tribe on Sessharrim single handedly, remember that?" His eyes glazed over at the memory, and he sniffed as he pulled out another bottle.

 

[chellemrys]

Cassidy was upset at Adrian, and elected to pretty much ignore him, and instead focus on the mission. They had not even told Adrian about the danger to this planet, and he could care less at this rate. If I tell him, he will just get really upset over it. He'll beg to go home, and make an even worse situation- and a distraction for me.





The agent giggled when Keve belched, and jumped when he was nudged. He nodded in remembrance, grinning into his drink after a loud hiccup. In his native tongue, he began enthusiastically speaking louder, recalling out loud some of their many adventures. He brought the hopper back up to his face after a few minutes of this, and began pushing buttons again, "I remember that, but we had to take them on alone. Comms were down, remember? It made a good memory, but it was a close call. And... I must admit, although Adrian is being a pain in the ass, I can't leave him alone in this universe."

 

[Laine]

Keve shook his head, “Naah, it was no close call. They were eating out of our hands by the end of it.” He looked over at Ade, whose face was a grimace as he heard his name amongst the slurred alien speak, “He’s a bit…Well, he’s not the sharpest, is he?” Keve chuckled, remembering the incident in the bar. He didn’t think to question their history together, having heard enough from their conversation in English figure it out –for the most part. He looked Ade up and down, and nudged Cassidy again with his elbow. “If you let him out of your sight here he’s going to get eaten alive. And not just by me.” He winked, pulling out a voff and vaporising it.


Keve noticed Cassidy frowning at his hopper, and the smile on his face only grew. “Something wrong, Petar?” He asked innocently, although he knew full well what was wrong.

 

[chellemrys]

The time agent didn't turn to look at Adrian, but kept talking to Keve with amusement ringing in his voice, "Hey, hey- he's... He's just not used to... This traveling gig." He yelled a loud, 'Stop~', when Keve cracked the 'eaten alive' joke, and he glanced over at Ade, giggling, "I'm sure Adrian would appreciate... you making those advances." Cas also drew out a voffy, still chuckling over the joke as he tilted back his head, drawing on the lit voff.


He immediately went back to his hopper, frowning at it when it rejected his request, beeping loudly and angrily. He re-entered the communication command, and his device glowed red. He narrowed his eyes, and did it again. Still, it did not work. He growled, and smacked his wrist, confused. "Yeah... Yeah, it won't put me through." Cas stood, giving the device vocal commands. Nothing. He raised both his brows, muttering under his breath. It took almost three or four minutes of fiddling, before Cas' eyes shifted to the silver-y blue cuff on his other arm. With a nervous laugh, he tugged at it, "Must be this thing... I forgot, these interrupt technology sometimes... Could you remove it, Keve?"

 

[Laine]

“Oh, it isn’t? How odd.” Keve couldn’t keep the smirk off his face as he heard Cassidy hitting the hopper in frustration. As he continued to fiddle with it, Keve cast his eyes again at Cassidy’s auburn-haired lover. He had his head slumped on the table, and was breathing softly – not quite asleep, but on his way. For the first time since Keve had met him, his face was relaxed, the more softer features highlighted, despite the harsh lighting from above. Keve tutted to himself, disappointed that in person Adrian seemed to be such a small-minded idiot.


Cassidy’s nervous comment shifted his attention, but he didn’t turn his head until after he finished the request, remaining as casual as possible. “Hmm? Oh, yeah. That’s a prisoner’s cuff, that’s why. Cost me a pretty penny.” He leaned over, tapping it with his fingernail to prove it was genuine, “I would struggle to kidnap you from Earth if you could just rip the bracelet off and stop it with your hopper, wouldn’t I? And then you wouldn’t be here, reliving the glory days. You’d be stuck at home, with no voffs to smoke or Vaas to drink, no planets to save. Miserable.” He commented, purposely dodging Cas’ request. “It’s got a good charge on it, too.” He sniggered, pressing a button on his own hopper, sending another electric shock to Cas’ cuff.

 

[chellemrys]

Cassidy thought that Keve was reaching to undo the cuff, with a key or something, but instead he only tapped the silver and blue bracelet- leaving Cas dumbfounded, and standing there with a blank stare, listening to Keve continue on. Slowly this blank stare of confusion was chased away, by a wary narrowing of the eyes.


The Lieutenant stood completely still, watching Cas with a nervous and wary stare, eye brows furrowed. He tried to interrupt the other, "Keve... I'm here of my own free will, right now. I want to help- why do I need t-!" The shock traveled up his arm rapidly, spreading to the rest of his body. Cas' mouth flew open wide in silent shock, and he fell to the ground, lacking balance because of how drunk he was. After a few moments of writhing and convulsing in silence, Cas let out a raspy screech, curling up into a ball with his eyes clamped shut, mouth open in shock, seemingly choking on his own cries.


After the shock passed, he gasped for air, eyes flying open to find an unfocused mess of colors around him. "O-Oh, Oh- Helmi, Keve!! What the fuck are you doing?" Cas knew they were in danger; it of course hit him, in that moment, that he was not there willingly, and that they needed to get away, and quick.

 

[Laine]

The sudden cry startled Ade from sleep, and he lifted his head, furrowing his brow as he saw his lover in a crumpled heap on the floor, shaking and gasping for air. At first he thought he was laughing, and he drunkenly slid his head back onto the table, groaning as a headache started to dawn on him. He sat up with a start as he heard Cas’ exasperated voice, a distinct paniced tone to his voice, despite the foreign words. “Cas- what’re you doing?” He slurred, resting his head on his good hand. His eyes were clouded in confusion as he tried to read the two’s facial expressions.


Keve stood over him, rolling the voffy between his lips. He watched the dark-skinned other convulse on the floor with a sterile curiosity, mentally noting the voltage he'd set the bracelet at. “Oh, come on Petar, it’s just a prank. A joke. It didn’t hurt that much.” He sounded mildly irritated, and he held a hand out to help his comrade up. "Don't be such a baby."

 

[chellemrys]

Cassidy rolled around for a few minutes, before regaining control of his motor skills again. He listened to Keve's voice, scowling through the echoing waves of pain that remained. Between heavy breaths he spat, "That was not a joke; what are you playing at, Keve?" A panic rose in Cas' chest, knowing he was totally helpless with this bracelet on. The only thing he really had was his plasma gun.


He glared up at Keve, before he slapped his hand away in defiance, rolling towards Ade sloppily, and drawing his gun. Shakily, he held the gun on Keve, but hesistated, not wanting to shoot his friend.

 

[Laine]

“What am I playing at, Petar? We’re just having fun. Like old times, hmm?” He tapped the button on his hopper that controlled the shock threateningly, but didn’t press it. “Want another taste?”


He didn’t falter as Cas drew the gun. He was no threat to him – the alcohol and electric shock made sure of that – but his noncompliance and questioning was beginning to irritate him. He looked over at Adrian, raising his arms slowly as if he was surrendering. “Remember, Cassidy, that’s a prisoner’s cuff. It picks up stress hormones in my sweat and will automatically deliver a shock if it thinks I’m being threatened.” Despite the threat, he purposely tailored his voice to sound worried, scared even, and Ade instantly picked up on it. “Cas, what the hell?” he hissed, tapping the Lieutenant’s back with his foot. Keve continued, “And don’t think I won’t find one for Adrian if I feel like I need to. I can send as many shocks as I like, powerful as I like, to either of you. Do you want that?” He murmured, knowing full well that Ade would be sent into a panic if a cuff was clipped onto him. He nodded over at Adrian as he spoke and Ade nodded back, as if he understood.


“Oh Cas, stop it.” Adrian scolded, his words still heavily slurred, “It’s not like it’s…point-a-gun-at-your-friend-day…” He added. He started giggling, genuinely impressed with his joke. He held his hand over his mouth as he chuckled, grinning at Keve drunkenly, “Oh, watch out, Keeve, next he’s gonna get real angry and wrestle you onto the bed.” Keve started fake-laughing with the drunken Ade, his expression dark as he locked eyes with Cassidy.

 

[chellemrys]

Cassidy growled at Keve, knowing what he was doing. He groaned in his throat, squeezing the trigger a little tighter. "If I kill you right now, it doesn't matter what hormones you release." The only problem with that was, he would have no way to get the cuff off, and therefore to get home. Without a ton of digging, and research on this strange planet, on how to get it off his wrist.


"You won't touch, Adrian." Hissing the words, before he shouted 'catch!' to Adrian, and tossed the gun towards him, glowering at Keve, Directed towards Adrian, he warned, "Ade, don't bee a drunk fool. No matter what he doees, keep da gun on 'im." He flashed Adrian a dark glare, to show he was completely serious.

 

[Laine]

Keve didn’t need to put much effort in to sound disappointed. “That’s a shame, Cassidy. Because if you killed me, that’d be two less left on our squad. Me from your gun, and you, from being sent into a black hole within the next month. It doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to be so rash, when you think about it.”


Adrian heard his name, and moments later he yelped as the weapon was thrown at him. It crashed against the table, sending the Vaask bottles and voffy tubes clattering. He sloppily tried to pick it up, before holding it out at arm’s length in Keve’s vague direction. “You’re the drunk fool – your accent is getting worse and worse,” He remarked, taking a few attempts to get the sentence out. The glare in Cas’ eyes spoke of the seriousness of the situation, although Ade was still struggling to understand what was going on. “But, Cas…he’s from your squad, isn’t he? Isn’t he your…your friend?” As he spoke, he was gradually lowering the gun away from Keve’s body without realising. Before Cassidy could reply, Keve sent out a voice command to electrocute Cas again, sending him shivering and colvulsing in a heap.


Adrian stared down at Cas in shock, and Keve mirrored his expression with flawless acting skills. The worried tone emerged in Keve’s voice once again, and he pleaded with poor pronunciation to Adrian. “Pleease, Aderian. Put da gun down. Cassidy – he is naht mekhing any sense. He nee-ds help.” Ade had not yet noticed that the electric shocks were being sent by Keve, and it looked as though Cassidy was having a fit – not unlike his panic attack earlier. He placed the gun on the table, and sunk down from his chair, scrambling drunkenly to his lover’s aid. “Cas-Cas please calm down,” He murmured, feeling tears prick at his eyes. He tried not to make it seem like there was anything wrong, knowing Keve probably did not know about his attacks. “That is Keve over there, he won’t hurt you, he is your old comrade, remember?” After a few moments he started scambling for an unused voffy, and awkwardly placed it in Cas’ mouth, forgetting completely to light it. “Take a dee-deep breath, Cas.” He slurred, patting his head gently.

 

[chellemrys]

Cassidy cursed out loud, "Fucking, fuck, Ade-!" As Ade scrambled for the weapon, and he squeezed his eyes shut- unable to look at the embarrassing display. Oh, Helmi, just.. Please get the fucking gun. Please. Please. Please. Once Adrian successfully had the plasma pistol pointed at Keve, Cas was sighing in relief, a bit too soon, despite the dangerous situation. At least Adrian would be able to protect himself against Keve. Cas knew he very well couldn't, with this cuff attached to his wrist.


The time agent focused back on Keve, glaring daggers into his comrade. "No, Ade- Ack!" He choked on his words, curling into a helpless convulsing ball again, as he silently screamed, kicking and thrashing at Adrian's feet as he was shocked by the cuff. After a minute, that seemed like it had been swallowed by forever, and a stronger than usual shock, Cassidy calmed- spitting out the voffy, producing a vicious, guttural scream. With sloppy words, he grabbed at Adrian, "No- zhock... Zhock bracelet!" He hissed, barely able to get the words out from between his shaking lips.

 

[Laine]

Ade was beginning to get more and more agitated as Cassidy let out yet another blood-curdling scream. His partner grabbed onto his, squeezing his shoulders, and Ade leaned into him, kissing his head and using his good hand to stroke at his hair, “Shhh, shhh, dooon’t worry Cas, I goot you,” His eyes were sad and full of concern as he was under the full belief that he was having another attack, wrestling with an imaginary creature centuries ago. Ade usually became more irritable under the influence of alcohol, except when he was around Cas, for whom he turned into a hopeless romantic mess. He didn’t notice that Keve was slowly moving towards them, or that he had slid Cassidy’s gun from the breakfast bar and slipped it into his jacket pocket.


“What does Zhock mean, Cassidy?” He crumpled his face in confusion, suspecting that Cas was trying to speak to him in Kershaanile. As Cas shakingly repeated the words, he kept hearing the word ‘bracelet’, and Ade stretched over to the cuff on Cas’ wrist, blinking at it. It didn’t look like the one Cassidy had used to take him into space, and the flesh around it looked red and irritated, with several marks where Cas had fruitlessly tried to claw it off. Ade looked up at Keve, “I thin…I think something is wrong with this bracelet,” He murmured, curiously poking it, “He doesn’t like it.”


Keve leaned into the counter, watching the two and casually adding, “Eets probably because eets sending him eelectric shocks. Shock bracelet.” He emphasized the last two words, and Ade looked up at him in confusion. “Eets a joke. A gag gift. I tought he liked pranks.” Adrian breathed a sigh of relief, realising that Cassidy wasn’t having an attack at all, and was just miserably falling victim to one of Keve’s pranks – and he was sure that back in the day Cas had done a few mean jokes of his own. “It’s just a joke,” Ade repeated, smoothing his hand down Cas’ arm reassuringly. Keve smiled down at Cas, “Tat’s right, Aderian. At least your boyfriend can see the funny side of it.” The last part of the sentence was in universal tongue, and directed at Cas in a tone of dark humor.

 

[chellemrys]

Cassidy could no believe how drunkAdrian was, he thought nothing was wrong? His eyes frantically searched for the gun, but he could not locate it, nether on Ade or the floor, or the counter. The time agent had to stop himself from cursing; he needed to use his words wisely- it seemed he didn't have many to work with. "N-Not a prank!" He breathed, glaring at Keve with a new, strong hatred when he spoke to Cas in the universal tongue.


"Not. Prank." Forcing the words out, he tugged at Adrian's shirt, pleading, "Gun, Ade. Not a prank. Please- gun." At this point, it was apparent it would be hopeless. Me shad the gun, so it was too late for that. Cas forced himself upright, and got up, trembling violently, while using Ade's shoulder as a support.

 

[Laine]

Adrian held onto his lover’s arm as he tried to help him up, although his own drunkenness was not helping. He frowned, tried emerald eyes flicking between Cas and Keve. “What do you mean ‘it’s not a prank’…?” His voice was a drunken stage whisper. He turned his head exaggeratedly, looking for the gun, drawing a blank when he couldn’t find it. “…I lost it, Cas.” He said sadly, not understanding where it could’ve gone.


A sharp rattle soon caught his attention, and Keve pulled Cassidy’s gun out of his pocket. “Ee pointed it at me, Aderian. I will geev it too him when he is sober.” He spoke in English. Ade nodded in agreement, and he helped Cas over to a nearby couch, feeling slightly embarrassed that Cas was acting so poorly under the influence. He shook his head at Cas, “That’s enough drinking for you.” He slurred in a grumpy tone.


Keve lit up a voffy, feeling Cas’ dark eyes burning holes in his temples. “When I can trust you’ll co-operate on the mission, I’ll give you it back.” He dropped the gun back in his pocket, blowing out rings of vapour absentmindedly. Deep down he knew that Vos was a dangerous planet, and Cas would be no use if he couldn’t protect himself. He tipped his head back, sighing loudly, “And if you kill me with it, I will have my hopper send out a distress signal to say that a dark-haired Time Agent can be found at my location. And if there’s one thing I know about Vos, well…they don’t like Time Agents.” He snapped his fingers, his face devoid of the threat his words held. “They will not be polite either. I’m sure a specimen like Adrian would be a great source of amusement for them.” Adrian failed to pick up his name amongst the conversation, slumped in a drunken stupor, lent against Cas’ shoulder.


“And when we’re done, and Vos is safe, I’ll-“ He waved his hand nondescriptly, “I’ll take that thing off your wrist and you’ll be free to go. Sound good?” He cocked an eyebrow at the Lieutenant.

 

[chellemrys]

Cassidy began cursing as Adrian seemed to keep believing Keve, instead of him. He used the support to make it to the couch, and weakly pushed Adrian off him, in anger, once there. He was burning holes in Keve, in his mind, because of the intensity of his glare. He did his best to sit up strongly, defiantly spitting at Keve.


He bit his lip while listening to the threats. Fine, I'll kill you afterwards, Keve. "Why, Keve?" He growled, rubbing at the cuff that seemed dormant for now. "I would have helped you without all this? Have you gone insane?" Cas trusted Keve, he was an old comrade- and this comrade was betraying him. He truly did not get it, why he needed to do this. He sighed, guessing at a piece of it, "What have you done wrong? Something's up- why do you have to do it this way?"

 

[Laine]

Keve sighed. He started playing with his lazer lighter, burning shapes into the plaster wall, a faraway look in his eye. “Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn’t, Petar. I know that you’re loyal, but…well, you wouldn’t be the first to reject this mission. And I didn’t want to take the risk of you bailing on me.” His face twitched slightly as he spoke, and he refused to meet Cas’ eyes as he spoke.


“I haven’t done anything wrong. Well-“ He chuckled, the sides of his eyes creasing, “You know what I’m like.” He diverted his gaze to Adrian, who was now snoring quietly. “In reality, I just don’t want the damn hopper-brigade on my back the whole time.” His words were beginning to slur, party from the alcohol and partly from the irritation he held for the Time Agency. “Don’t you like freedom, Cassidy? Not having to constantly check in with a Commander, getting to decide your own weapons inventory, choosing your rewards – trust me, it’s a much nicer way to live.” He started gathering empty voffy tubes in his hands, dumping them into an incinerator on the wall. He realized how ironic he was sounding, since he had the two as basically his prisoners, “I’ve worked out how to get what I want from life. And I figured I’d give you a taste of it. Who knows, maybe after this mission, you decide you…want to stay on Vos with me.” His eyes were miles off, lost in some kind of deep fantasy.

 

[chellemrys]

Cassidy listened with disgust. If Keve wanted sympathy, he should have told this story before betraying him. He scoffed at Keve, "So this is how you get that?" He shook his head, chuckling in disbelief, "By kidnapping people, forcing them to do what you want. By being a criminal." He swept his eyes across the room, at all the fancy devices and food machines, "I bet all this is illegal." He pressed his lips into a line, looking disappointed at Keve.


He rejected his fantasy immediately, "I've got my freedom. I don't want anything to do with your dream world. You're a traitor, Keve." He spat, leaning towards Keve from his seat, "You've betrayed us, you lied to your agency, and then you've done this. What's in saving Vos for you, then?"

 

[Laine]

Keve snorted, “Lighten up. I’ll have you know I’m a hardworking man. I earned all of this stuff.” He fiddled with his hopper, and was tempted to shock Cassidy again for being so negative about the whole situation. “I haven’t betrayed anyone. The Time Agency declared me dead – I had nothing to do with that. You’re just sour because I gave you a little shock by turning up on your silly 21st century doorstep. And I suppose, a few shocks after that.” He chuckled at his own joke, turning down the voltage on his hopper and sending a pulse of electricity to Cassidy's cuff.


He lowered his eyelids, scratching his chin in deep thought. “What’s in saving Vos…? Well, nothing in particular.” He lied, chewing on his lower lip. “It’s like an ugly duckling. You pity it. The people here are nothing but poor, depressed freaks. I was just looking for something to save, at the end of the day.” The hopper on his wrist started buzzing violently, and he tutted, pressing on the buttons to make it stop. He cast a suspicious lok at Cassidy, answering in a strong Vos dialect. The voice on the other end sounded panicked, and Keve's face turned to one of irritation as he listened. After a few minutes, he stalked out of the room, gritting his teeth and kicking a chair over on the way out. Both of the doors in the room snapped shut awkwardly and slowly, locking with a distinct click.

 

[chellemrys]

Cassidy felt compelled to strangle Keve, but instead sat next to Adrian, breathing deep in anger, and unable to wipe the glare that had etched itself into his face, like stone, practically permanent. "You had everything to do with that. Otherwise you would have reported yourself alive, Keve." He remarked in slurred speech, crossing his arms. If it was possible to scowl even more intensely, he did at the ill-humored joke.


The shock that came was not nearly as powerful, but he tensed up, doubling over and groaning in his throat, shuddering from the muscle cramps it was causing in his arm. He growled through gritted teeth, "Yeah, right, Keve." Before the hopper sounded, and Keve answered it, leaving the room.


Turning his attention to Adrian, the Lieutenant shook his love, urging him to awaken. But it was to no avail, Adrian only slumped into Cas' lap, causing the agent to groan, and pinch the bridge of his nose from stress. He silently waited, slumped into the back of the chair, half-drunk and keeping himself awake. Waiting for either Keve to return, or Adrian to awaken.

 

[Laine]

Adrian grumbled, gradually stirring from his sleep. He winced at the bright lights, turning his head and looking up at Cas with some degree of confusion. He was nowhere near sobering, and the excessive alien alcohol was beginning to make his head hurt. “Cas…are you…feeling okay?” He mumbled, sloppily patting his lover’s cheek with his left hand. Ade groaned and bit his lip, letting his head fall heavily back into Cassidy’s lap. “…I don’t feel okay. Have I drunk a lot..?” He slurred.


He dropped his hand, and felt around for Cas’ own hand. He squeezed it, lifting it up so it was in line with his eyes. He tapped on the hopper, pushing random buttons with a furrowed brow. “Can we go home now?” Obviously, he had no idea it was broken, and his drunken state was making him less than sensitive to Cas’ own desires to stay.