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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 16, 2009 18:45:23 GMT -5
Ariel's eyes narrowed dangerously and he breathed heavily through his nose as he uncrossed his arms to free them. He stepped closer to the guy when he looked over. "Well you know, I'm actually on the job right now, and the faster you let him go, the faster I can make some money," he said, thinking of the tall man he had left on the dance floor. He didn't intend to go back and leave Markise, but as he balled his hands into fists he couldn't help but feel the money leaving.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 16, 2009 19:06:55 GMT -5
Markise didn't need to hear that from Ariel. His stomach roiled, and before Robbie could think up a retort, Markise was sick down the front of his shirt. The immediate result was a sharp expletive and Markise's release, so suddenly that he found himself on his ass all over again. The redhead brushed ineffectually at his shirt with one hand, swearing at nothing in particular. Markise lay down, curling on his side with arms over his stomach, trying to keep himself from vomiting again and groaning softly with the effort.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 16, 2009 19:09:31 GMT -5
Ariel wrinkled his nose and stepped to the side, away from the guy and closer to Markise. "Get out of here," he said, then glanced down over his shoulder at Markise. He hadn't expected Markise to already be getting sick, and he certainly didn't know that what he did would have such an effect on him itself. "Go change clothes."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 16, 2009 19:19:47 GMT -5
The redhead didn't need to be told twice. He wasn't attached enough to the kid to stick around if someone else was going to take care of him. He was stopping by the toilet immediately, intending to wash up enough not to puke himself. He left, leaving the door open behind him and Markise still curled miserably on the floor.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 16, 2009 19:23:33 GMT -5
Ariel glared the guy out of the room and shut the door, then turned to squat behind Markise. "Come on, let's get you to Diagon Alley," he said softly, reaching a hand out to lay on Markise's shoulder. He wanted to ask, to demand why Markise had let himself end up in such a situation, but he also recognized that Markise wasn't in any condition to be interviewed.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 16, 2009 19:37:22 GMT -5
Markise shrank away from Ariel's hand, then shifted enough to actually push at it. "I don' need your help," he insisted, annoyed. He struggled to sit on his own, hating that it was Ariel who had found him. Ariel who was being nice to him again after being so upset that he was cutting into his whoring time.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 16, 2009 19:46:21 GMT -5
Ariel rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Come on, let me get you to the Leaky Cauldron." He still didn't make any connection between his words and Markise's actions; getting money wasn't important enough for him to just leave Markise there in the club in the state he was in. Some part of him did care for Markise, there was a measure of attachment that wouldn't let him leave Markise.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 16, 2009 20:12:44 GMT -5
Markise couldn't put up much of a fight against Ariel either, but that didn't mean he would go willingly. "Lemme alone and go make some money," he spat, then froze up, working to hold down another wave of vomit. He couldn't think of how he'd manage to get anywhere on his own, only that he was upset by everything, and at the moment, especially Ariel.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 16, 2009 20:16:29 GMT -5
Ariel rolled his eyes again. "I just said that to say it, needed something to get him to stop thinking about you. I'm not going to leave you like this." He wasn't going to leave Markise anywhere, not until he knew Markise would be able to make it back to the school okay. He put his hand back on Markise's shoulder. It wouldn't be fun escorting a drunk Markise through London, but that was preferable to letting Markise go on his own.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 16, 2009 20:49:51 GMT -5
Markise shuddered at even the vague reminder. "You could've said something else!" He accepted Ariel's help just long enough to get to his feet, then shook him off. He didn't need Ariel helping him. He needed to plant his feet firmly on the ground and zip up. "Ow!" Preferably without pinching anything again. Markise's eyes teared up, and he bent forward, hands braced on his legs as he let go of another of the drinks he'd had.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 16, 2009 21:01:29 GMT -5
Ariel had shook his head at Markise's first comment, then wrinkled his nose and winced at what happened next. He gently pulled Markise away from the mess and tilted his head down to see if he needed to help. "Fine, it wasn't a good choice of words. Here, let me help," he said, reaching out a hand though he thoroughly expected it to be batted away.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 16, 2009 21:20:04 GMT -5
Markise still hurt enough that he didn't want to try it again just yet, and as much as he didn't want Ariel's dirty hands anywhere near that part of his body, it was a better option than hurting himself even worse. He pouted and tried to cross his arms over his chest, but discovered his balance wasn't up to par, tipping for just a moment before he gave up and braced himself with his hands on Ariel's shoulders. "Don't try anything while you're down there," he warned.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 16, 2009 21:32:04 GMT -5
"I won't," Ariel said, though had Markise been sober he might have had a much different answer. He knelt, since he had both of their balances to keep, and started working on Markise's zipper. "Really, Markise," he grumbled as he jerked it down and set in to fixing the pants to where they wouldn't catch anything again.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 16, 2009 21:40:06 GMT -5
Markise's hips shifted with that sharp tug, and he spread his feet a bit further against the floor to lessen the chances that he'd fall anyway. "You wouldn't be bitching if had money would you?" he asked, not a single thought put toward censoring his words. But Ariel had said he wouldn't take money from him. His pout deepened.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 16, 2009 21:46:58 GMT -5
"I have money," Ariel pointed out, glancing up at Markise before he tugged the last little bit of fabric free and pulled up the zipper carefully. It wasn't like he needed money to help Markise, anyway. He wasn't about to say that, though, it felt too much like admitting he felt protected or attached or whatever it was that he felt. He took one last look at Markise and then stood.
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