11-26-2009, 03:52 AM
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An almost disgusted look crossed Strel's face, wondering why the hell Leroy was not back home and being his grumpy self there. Instead, he was here, drunk off his ass and probably half-way to passing out on the floor. Hell, maybe the fire would light the house on fire. Then what? The drunkard would burn to a not so delicious crisp. And what would he, Strel, say when they found out he did not stay to help the poor guy out? What would his children do? Oh, the redhead could not just leave, not with Leroy like this.
It was hard to compare though, this guy to the guy Strel had first met not terribly long ago. He'd been manhandled then. He didn't particularly care for the manhandling. But it was a huge lot better than this....mess. Why was Leroy out here to drink something that seemed hidden and secret? Shaking his head, the redhead gently pushed the husky back, aiming to get the guy down on the couch and off his feet. Who knew how stable he'd be on them. Though even if the big male missed the couch, he'd probably be safe on the floor, and away from the fire.
Surprise crossed the younger male's face at the tone those words carried. An eyebrow was raised and Strel shook his head once more, droplets falling from the strands of hair. "You, are drunk off your sexy ass, and you need to sleep to get rid of it. Useless drunkard," he laughed, trying to rub away water from his clothing, which clung rather tightly to his form. More water pooled around his legs as it ran down his body. Lord, it had been pouring something fierce outside. Strel was quite glad Leroy had somehow managed to get a fire going. Warmth after that saunter outside was definitely very welcome.
An almost disgusted look crossed Strel's face, wondering why the hell Leroy was not back home and being his grumpy self there. Instead, he was here, drunk off his ass and probably half-way to passing out on the floor. Hell, maybe the fire would light the house on fire. Then what? The drunkard would burn to a not so delicious crisp. And what would he, Strel, say when they found out he did not stay to help the poor guy out? What would his children do? Oh, the redhead could not just leave, not with Leroy like this.
It was hard to compare though, this guy to the guy Strel had first met not terribly long ago. He'd been manhandled then. He didn't particularly care for the manhandling. But it was a huge lot better than this....mess. Why was Leroy out here to drink something that seemed hidden and secret? Shaking his head, the redhead gently pushed the husky back, aiming to get the guy down on the couch and off his feet. Who knew how stable he'd be on them. Though even if the big male missed the couch, he'd probably be safe on the floor, and away from the fire.
Surprise crossed the younger male's face at the tone those words carried. An eyebrow was raised and Strel shook his head once more, droplets falling from the strands of hair. "You, are drunk off your sexy ass, and you need to sleep to get rid of it. Useless drunkard," he laughed, trying to rub away water from his clothing, which clung rather tightly to his form. More water pooled around his legs as it ran down his body. Lord, it had been pouring something fierce outside. Strel was quite glad Leroy had somehow managed to get a fire going. Warmth after that saunter outside was definitely very welcome.