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over a drink

The OVER A DRINK Meme

1. Post with your character.

2. You're at a bar. What kind of bar? Any kind you want. From fantasy taverns where various species mingle to futuristic space bars where half the drinks will probably kill you, or even an overly kitsch themed place where everything is overpriced, it's all good as long as there are drinks and company.

3. Respond to other characters. Perhaps you want to buy them a drink. Or perhaps you're inclined to be bought a drink. Maybe you saw someone you knew, or maybe you just want someone to talk to. Could be there's nowhere else to sit, and could be you want to drag them out to dance.

4. Get drunk. Or don't! Be the guest, or the bartender, or the newcomer, or even the janitor. Mingle, make friends, or lurk in a corner.

5. They say alcohol lowers one's inhibitions. Might just be time to find out how much.

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[ Well, nothing smashes into his already bleeding skull, no knife or shard of glass draws across his throat or gets jabbed into his spine. Carver hums and considers that as he steps outside, taking in a deep breath of cold, sobering air before he turns and ducks into the alley. The other man will follow or he’ll go his own way, but Carver’s got a feeling he’ll follow. They’ve had plenty of opportunities to disengage. Might as well play it out, right?

He knows something about boredom and soldiers and the moments when the two collide. ]

So, [ Carver drawls, turning back to face the other. ] Inquiring minds wanna know. How come you didn’t take that ball and crack my skull open?

[Dex followed. Fuck if he knew why but he did. He gave Carver a withering look like the answer was already obvious.]

Killing you is more trouble than it's worth.

[Despite the satisfaction and happiness it would bring Dex, the consequences that would follow would outweigh that brief period. It was the only way Dex managed to rein in his darkest impulses, knowing that each hastily made decision would end up with him having to face far worse things down the line because of it.]

[ Carver just shrugs at that, flicking his hand out. A careless gesture on the surface, but it’s one Sergeant Shaw taught him specifically. The human eye’s attracted to motion behind even conscious thought. And if somebody’s watching his hands, then they aren’t watching the rest of them. ]

Sure, [ he agrees, because he’s bleeding something fierce and he knows a thing or two about how these moments can turn. There’s always a chance a fight will kill him, Carver knows. He accepts that. On some level, he welcomes it. ] But you still followed me back here.

[ Carver grins. ]

And I’m not that pretty. So, what’s your play?

[The roundabout way of flirting made Dex feel a touch off-balance and it showed on his face. He certainly hadn't been expecting that, even if he had been the one to suggest a hookup in the first place before the fight had started.]

You've gotten my interest. And that's not an easy thing to do.

[It made people more real into Dex when he became curious about them or they could hold his attention, allowing someone to come into focus instead of just being another faceless blob in the mass of humanity he saw through his point-of-view otherwise. That didn't mean he still wouldn't kill Carver if it came right down to it, it just meant he might actually give a damn if he did so.]

Mhmm-hmm.

[ Carver tears a strip from his shirt, watching the other man close as he fashions himself a makeshift bandage and ties off the worst of his fun new stab wounds. Some of them, he knows, will need to be stitched properly. Hopefully he’ll be sober enough to crack out his medical kit when this is done.

Then again, maybe they kill each other after all.

Carver steps forward, into the other man’s space. ] You wanna fuck, or you wanna go a couple more rounds?

[ Making people blanch in back alleys is always fun. And if the other guy doesn’t blanch but takes the bait and flirts back, well, that’s fun too. ]

[This guy was crazy. For most people, that would have been enough to create a hard pass on the idea of banging him. But Dex was not most people and definitely wasn't above wanting to fuck someone he'd just been trying to kill only a few minutes before.

He smirked a little, a wicked glint entering his eye, and didn't back down from the proposal.]

Depends. Do I still get to stab you while we're fucking?

[ That's a nice smile, Carver thinks. Sharper than before, like back when they were fighting. Real. It cuts through the bullshit, all that noise that makes Carver want to slam his head into a wall. Everything's so goddamn loud here and he's always checking his corners, always on alert in case somebody pulls a gun or he spots an IED or a tripwire, just in case. And he hasn't been in the Army for a bit now, hasn't been in Korengal for even longer, but the instinct remains. It drowns everything out until he finds a different game. A distraction.

Well, here's one.

Carver clicks his teeth, taking another step closer. They're almost face to face, now. This fucker really is handsome, he thinks. He hadn't been looking for it earlier, had noted it only distantly. They haven't exchanged names, though the bartender was screeching something fierce about Carver being banned; they're a little more than just strangers to each other now. There's blood on the ground. And that makes it interesting, doesn't it? ]

Maybe. I'm not into necrophilia, though. That gonna be a problem?

[Dex was still a little wary as Carver closed the distance between them but that was only just the instinct eternally just below the surface that had kept him alive since he was eighteen and a fresh-faced kid first entering that Army. When people got up close to one another, there was a very primal instinct that came up within them, something that said "Let's fight or let's fuck." They'd already done the former and frankly it had riled up something inside Dex that was very ready for the other option.]

Somehow I think I'll manage.

[Then he reached out, fast as when he'd been throwing those glass shards, and pulling Carver in for a bruising kiss.]

[ And they collide, again, exactly like Carver wanted. Nothing gentle, nothing quiet, their teeth almost clacking as they kiss. The other man reaches for him, viper quick, and Carver just laughs through the collision. Good, he thinks, good. He grabs the other man by the shoulders and shoves him back hard into the wall, smearing blood on his jacket.

This is just a moment. It means nothing and so it can mean anything and therein lies the beauty.

Carver draws back a moment, eyes bright, feeling somewhere beyond sober or drunk. And it’s easy to press in again, to go for a biting kiss, because why the fuck not? He wants to get his hands on this man and so he does, digging his fingers into the other’s arms and then his sides just to feel something, to make sure it’s real. ]

[There was nothing soft or gentle about what they were doing now as Carver kissed him back, but if that was what Dex had wanted, he wouldn't have gone to a bar where the chances of ending up in a fight had been extremely high from the moment he walked in through the door. He'd been looking for something to keep him from focusing on the buzzing and voices in his mind from the very beginning. Whether that had been a fight or a hookup didn't matter to him. The fact he had ended up with both was just a nice bonus.

He felt Carver's fingers digging roughly into the skin of his arms and it caused a small grunt of pleasure from him as they continued to kiss. When he put his own hands on the man, he could feel some of the blood from the injuries Dex had caused, sticky and finally starting slow a little despite still being hot against the warmth of his skin. Somehow, that was still a turn-on for Dex, desperate to feel someone physically.]

[ The air has a taste like old pennies now, something beyond the hint of whiskey and whatever the other man was drinking. And how many times has Carver pushed himself up after a fight to taste blood in his teeth? It's almost like prayer now, part of the process. Proof, in the end, that he's still alive enough to bite.

This is like Korengal, too. Brutal, but clarifying. No room for masks now. The other man has strong, clever hands and Carver licks into his mouth, still grinning like a maniac as he goes for the other's belt. Why the fuck not, right? The only real move now is to escalate. They'll fight again or they'll fuck and in the end maybe he'll feel something, quiet the noise in his head.

Maybe, if he's really lucky, he'll be able to sleep for a few hours afterward. That'd almost be a kindness. ]

[There was a great paradox in how carefully Dex otherwise liked to have order in his life, everything organized and with rigid structures to keep him in line and out of his own head. Then he'd deliberately seek out moments like this when everything was too overwhelming inside. He deliberately bit down on Carver's lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. He'd already caused the man to bleed tonight, so what was a little more?

He felt Carver grab his belt and undo it. Well, things were looking up now, even if he hadn't seen himself fucking a guy in a dirty alley at the beginning of the night. He slipped his hands under Carver's shirt, running his fingers along the hard muscles there.]

[ It stings, that sudden shock of teeth and blood. Carver grunts but doesn't jerk away, doesn't immediately retaliate with a blow of his own. This is just happening, a moment left to spiral and who's to say where it ends? He doesn't care, Carver realizes, he hasn't for a while now. Hands dig into his sides, skipping over old scars, and Carver just forges ahead. Only way out is through, same as it's ever been. And it's easy to work a man's belt open like this, natural as breathing. Easy, too, to shift and bite that fucker on the side of the neck because it's that sort of moment; getting a hand down a man's pants and bloodying him in the same breath. Why the fuck not? ]

[There's a sound somewhere between a gasp of surprise and pain mixed in with one that's also a moan of pleasure from Dex as Carver simultaneously bites him while slipping his hand down his pants at the same time. He won't lie, his sexuality has always been mixed up somewhere in that space that also enjoys the violence in his life, hurting and killing others for that fleeting feeling of happiness that happens afterwards.

Feeling the thin skin of his neck be pierced by teeth and some blood flow to the surface was definitely a factor in how he was starting to get hard. Of course, the friction of the hand on his dick had something to do with it too. His hands continued to grab at Carver's body, nails scraping over skin and feeling scars that told him he'd survived more than his fair share of fights.]

[ Been a while since he's fucked a sadist, Carver thinks distantly. In the morning, maybe he'll feel some kind of way about that. Right now, it's just a moment. One breath after another after another, and the thrill of someone's hands on him cutting so close to the bone. He grunts as the other man's fingers dig into the ugly dappling of shrapnel scars on his hip, but doesn't pull away. If this the only way he could justify touching someone tonight, in the aftermath of violence, then it's just what happens.

Carver crowds him back against the wall, sucking a mark into the side of his neck. Sometimes it's nice not to think so goddamn hard. No excuses, no moralizing. Just a moment. The sensation of someone else getting hard to his hand. He doesn't let up. ]

[Later on, Dex was going to wonder if this was the wisest idea, agreeing to have sex with someone he'd definitely been keen on killing not fifteen minutes earlier. But he needed something to bring everything into razor-sharp focus right now in his mind and this did it in almost the same way as the fight itself had done.

His nails continued to dig into Carver's skin, though he traced the scars he felt with a more gentle hand, something that spoke of respect for a fellow soldier; someone who knew had survived things that normal civilians would never fully understand. One of his hands comes up, winding its way into Carver's hair and grabbing none too gently onto the strands there as Carver went to work on giving him a handjob.]

[ That's almost funny, the care the other man takes with Carver's scars. Maybe he can tell what they came from, maybe he doesn't care; either way, he doesn't dig his nails in, doesn't make it hurt fresh. And that's interesting, isn't it? A contrast from before, and all the ways this fucker bodied him. Whatever it means, Carver can't say.

Maybe it doesn't matter.

Carver hisses a little as his hair's grabbed, but he doesn't bite again, doesn't bare his teeth and fight back. It feels good, even, that shivery, pinprick pressure drawing him back to the moment. Back to the body. He can feel the other reacting to him, even though his hand's rough and callused, cut through with fine scars Carver doesn't even remember taking. But he thinks he'll make this man come, maybe bite the shit out of his neck and leave him with some marks to remember. Maybe, maybe, maybe. And he puts his teeth to the other's neck again, feeling the pulse jump, and just exhales. He feels like a person for a moment and that's a blessing, that's a rare thing now. Something to treasure, however briefly. ]

[Winding his fingers into the hair on the back of Carver's head, he pressed the man's head forward as Carver put his teeth up against Dex's neck. He gasped a little at the pressure there and feeling his hot breath against his skin. His other hand remained under the other man's clothes, paradoxically gentle as he ran his fingers over his skin even as there was an almost violent push and pull between the two men right now.]

Yeah, like that....

[He said with a moan as Carver's hand moved over his dick, the roughness of his skin just adding another good element that made Dex feel this had been the right call all along. He was certain it was when he was finally tipped over the edge and came, spilling his seed into Carver's hand.]

[ There you go, Carver thinks, hissing out a breath against the other's neck. There's come on his hand, now. And satisfaction in this. He shivers a little at the feel of fingers ghosting over his scars and doesn't care to name whatever's behind that.

It's a moment. It'll end, as moments do.

He bites the other man again, then draws back and wipes his hand off on the wall. Eyes bright. ]

Mhmm. Gonna return the favor?

[Dex thought about truly being evil for a moment and leaving Carver with some blue balls instead of offering any sort of reciprocation. But considering how close they were, that wasn't going to end well for Dex if he did. He figured it was better to be a gentleman and give back what he'd received.

He moved towards Carver's pants with his free hand while the other remained entwined in his hair, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper before he stuck his hand down and reaching for Carver's dick.]

[ Oh, that’s nice. That hand in his hair, the feel of familiar calluses against sensitive, heated skin. Carver hisses out a breath and presses into it, one hand braced against the wall and the other gripping tight to the man’s shoulder. There’s blood in the air, an understanding between them as much as two people can ever understand each other after a fight. And it feels good. Maybe, just this once, he can feel good. ]

[Dex was good with his hands in more ways than just throwing things accurately. He stroked Carver's cock like he'd had a good amount of experience with this sort of thing, making sure he'd be able to give him a lot of pleasure even before he tipped him over the edge and made him come.]

[ He's already worked up, adrenaline riding high from the fight and bringing the other guy off. It doesn't take much to get him worked up even more, hissing out a breath and pressing closer, dragging his teeth against the other's neck without quite biting down. They haven't exchanged names, probably won't. Carver doubts he'll ever lay eyes on this fucker again. But there's an understanding, one soldier to another. They've bloodied each other and that connects them, even if only for a moment.

Symmetry, Carver thinks. He closes his eyes and bites off the noise he would've made as he comes, shuddering. ]

[Dex didn't usually like touching other people or being touched in return. His mind had come to associate that mostly with fights instead of any pleasurable experiences and so he liked to keep his distance from people in general. Of course, that was impossible if he was fucking someone else like right now. Then some of the tension got released and he felt like he could breathe a little bit easier.

He felt some satisfaction in that he'd been able to get the other guy off as he felt his cum all over his hand. Dex removed it from his pants, and being a bit of a shithead, wiped it off on Carver's shirt. Suddenly, the adrenaline that had gotten him riled up seemed to drain away all at once and he felt exhausted.]

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