Gulp that Pride Down (Clockwise Dream)

Samael sighed quietly as he closed the somewhat heavy dishwasher door, the last of the previous night's glasses, and his own's family's breakfast dishes, having finally been dealt with. Wiping a few drops of sweat from his forehead, he stood up, stretching his back and arms as he did so, the muscles in them hurting lightly from supporting his bent form for so long. Taking a look at the clock above the fridge, he saw it was still morning, though the hours of it were getting late. He had time still, he thought, considering that his first class didn't start until late in the afternoon. For what though, he wasn't sure. He had done his homework for that day and did no need to start on any other projects for a few days more. Most of the chores around the house were done as well, and though he could do with a walk it was just a bit too late to go out to the forest now. Sighing again, he left the kitchen heading out for his room. Some too early early studying seemed to be his only choice.

Half way there however, he heard someone opening the bar door downstairs, a voice calling for someone not a few moment's later. His parents out and his brother still at school with no plans made to visit soon, and the bar itself closed he assumed it was not anybody he knew. Someone got lost, most likely, he thought, as he ran down the stairs connecting his family room and the bar, still in the light gray tank top and sweatpants he wore around the house when he had no plans of leaving soon.

''I'm sorry, we're closed, but...'', he started, even before he opened the door, somewhat needlessly as it turned out. ''Well'', he said, a grin spreading over his face as he leaned onto the bar, the door he had just burst through being near the end of it and all. ''Look what the cat dragged in'', he joked, as his eyes ran up and down Deith's form. The man was just a bit overdressed for coming to the bar after all. Not that he looked bad, Samael decided. Just overdressed.

''You finally managed to get rid of the demon hangover?'', he asked, his eyes now focusing on Deith's. The man had left about a week ago, still hurting from his hangover even though he had spent almost eight hours comatosed in Samael's room, and even though Samael had not expected to see him again that night, he had not though he would be proceed to hide for almost close to a week either.

''This is the first time it took a week for someone to come to their senses, I must admit'', Samael said, still leaning against the bar and staring at Deith. ''I must tell my old man, he'll be really proud.''

''Yeah, you were a bit of a mess'', Samael said, his grin loosing some of its brightness as it shrunk in size. It was still there, twitching on his lips, but more in the form of a fond smile than a giant, teasing grin he had worn just a second before. Seeing Deith's reaction though, he couldn't help but want to smile more yet actually do quite the opposite, for it was obvious that for all that they teased and bickered with each other when Deith was drunk-or on the way there-when sober Deith blushed and was ashamed much more easily. And Samael wasn't cruel, or a bully, and he would not tease when he knew that the other person would sooner blush than teas him right back. Thus, he toned his behavior down immediately, sitting down a few seats from Deith, his body angled slightly towards the other man so that he could look at him as he spoke.

''I've seen worse though'', he said, shrugging his shoulders, as he thought about the many nights he had spent in the bar, and people who got violent rather than sleepy, horny rather than friendly when drunk, and off the regular alcohol at that. Demon tended to make people worse, for a little while at least, right before they would pass out, unable to stay up or awake. Compared to that, Deith's behavior was nothing. A little troublesome because he had had to drag him all the way up to his own room, but a lot more amusing before that.

''And there is no way I would have let you, or anyone sleep in their damn car '', the lynx shifter growled in a low tone, frowning at the other man before straightening his expression back into a neutral zone, though his eyes still showed a bit of sharpness, and his irritation at the fact that Deith would even suggest something like that.

''For one, my parents would kill me if I even suggested it'', he said, trying to lighten his own mood first before focusing back on Deith's. ''For second, I would never suggest it in the first place. Not when there is more than enough beds around for everybody to sleep comfortably.''

And even if there weren't, he thought, he would still not leave someone to sleep in their car. It was uncomfortable, and dangerous, and was just not going to happen on his watch. It wasn't even a last option, it was no option at all.

''So, relax, really'', he said, smiling a bit back at Deith again, before straightening up from where he was leaning against the bar, and reaching carefully with his hands to pray Deith's fingers away from his face. He couldn't help but chuckle though, thinking how the man looked like a child, hiding behind his hands, yet still sneaking glances at Samael between his fingers. It was really cute, in a way, he thought, before settling his eyes on Deith's.

''You weren't that much of a bother, honestly, and my brother wasn't home anyway so I just crashed in his room'', he said, sensing somehow that taking Samael's bad was part of what was making Deith's so fidgety. ''And if it's any consolation, most people say just that after having tasted Demon for the first time'', he said, smirking at Deith's admission that he had never been that drunk before. ''And by most I mean everybody who returns. The rest of them die of embarrassment and never show their faces here again, or at least that's why we assume any way'', he said, joking again, before remembering to tone it down, again.

''So I'm sorry about the teasing, but I kind of thought after a week you were gonna be one of those people, you know, and well... I sort of didn't want you to be'', he admitted, shrugging his shoulders a bit awkwardly as he did so.

''I'll believe that when I see it'', Samael said, scoffing as Deith promised to be less stubborn the next time he visited the bar, though his tone was still fond, and his eyes have lost the last of their sharpness, going back to gleaming brightly, filled with mirth and fondness. ''And you haven't really insulted me'', he added, letting go of the other man's hands now that he had removed it from the said man's face so that he could focus on it. ''Just pissed me off slightly'', he explained, placing his hands on the counter as he did so. ''Just try not say anything like that again, especially if my old man is around, and everything will be fine'', he said, flashing a smile in Deith's direction, before suddenly rolling his eyes and huffing.

''Yes, of course, I make sure every singe of our many customers doesn't kiss the floor due to their own stubbornness'', he said then, obviously sarcastic. ''Like hell'', he then added, of course, for there was no way in this world that that was true. ''Not that you're getting that special of a treatment though'', he continued speaking however before Deith could get any ideas. ''I would do the same for all of our regulars. You know, those people I've known half my life and I actually like'', he joked, letting Deith know in a round about way that yes, he had grown fond of him, even though they have really known each other a few hours at best.

''Finally'', the young man said in the end, laughing, as Deith obviously tried to relax even further . ''It's far to early to be this tense in a bar, especially since I can't even offer you a drink.'' On that note, Samael finally remembered that he was sitting around in nothing but a tank top and some sweatpants, and even though they were inside, it was still cold outside and there wasn't any heating in the bar considering it was not due to open for some hours more.

''At least not here'', he amended, looking back towards the door which lead back to his family's apartment. ''Want to come upstairs?'', he asked, turning back towards the man and then pointing towards the door over his shoulder. ''I'll show you around, now that you're sober enough to realize where the hell we are going'', he said, grinning, knowing that he was teasing but unable to help himself.

''If I minded I wouldn't have asked you up'', the young man said, rolling his eyes as he jumped to his feet and reached for the door. ''Come on now, I'm getting cold here'', he admitted finally as he opened the door and then stood by it waiting for Deith to pass first. The stairs led straight up to the apartment so there wasn't really any room for anybody to get lost following them.

''And I'm not being soft'', he said, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned against the door. ''I'm just being me'', he explained. He was like that, he knew, soft yet sharp in different places, strong but accepting of the most out there things. It was the way he was raised, the way he grow up. The way he was, in the end, and he did not wish to change that.

''Come on now, honestly'', he said, urging Deith to move faster. ''I need to change out of this thing into something warmer if we're going to be hanging out out here where there is no heat.''

For a moment, Samael wondered what those words were supposed to mean. You're probably too nice for the likes of me Deith had said, and he could feel something there, something more than simply getting too drunk and being a bit of a bother, and he wondered. He didn't ask though. He never did. It was in his nature, but perhaps, he was starting to feel some of that which had made his father weary of feeding Deith too many Demons that night. He did not act on it, however. Instead he simply smiled and said: ''Don't worry about it. I got it'', before running up the stairs and caching up to Deith.

''You can sit down anywhere in the living room'', the young man said as he closed the door leading to the bar, realizing he had forgotten to turn down the lights in both kitchen and living room as he had ran down, thinking he would be back soon. All for the better he thought as he pointed Deith towards the living room. ''I'll be back in a minute'', he said then, turning around and heading for his room, pulling a long sleeved shirt and some jeans from his closet the moment the door were closed behind him.