week 3; after the trial; private to Bull

[tevinteriscoming]

[Well, this time, instead of going to the chapel after the trial, he's returning to his room. But he's also not stalking off in quite the mood he was in last week. He doesn't actually want to be alone so much as seeing just how far he can push this coy pretending they don't have plans bit. Will he actually come by if Dorian isn't in the usual spot? After everything else this week, Dorian sort of feels like Bull deserves to have to put a little extra effort in. And if Bull decides not to, then he'll be where he prefers to be, drinking alone in his room and not having to talk to anyone. Either way, it works out.

Of course, after enough time has passed, he starts to feel a little antsy.]

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[tevinteriscoming]

[He is impressed. All that beer, just for him, carted one armedly by his own personal alcohol valet. Not bad. But moving out of the way to let him in.

Dorian's room is reasonably neat; a few bottles stashed on his shelves, a tablet out on the desk, his cape artfully drapped over the chair, as though to say 'I wasn't expecting company, didn't have time to pick up.]

Whatever could you be making amends for. Not that I would ever protest being owed a drink.

[qundercover]

Few things. First, you looked like we needed it after that trial, and second, for the shit hole of a week it's been.

[And the whole. Missed opportunity. Making his way inside and putting the keg down, going ahead and pulling out the chair to sit - making himself right at home.]

[tevinteriscoming]

It has been a shit hole of a week, hasn't it been? I can't wait to see what's in store next.

[The keg is great, but it's wine time, bro. Pulling one of the smugged bottles out from under his bed and handing it his way, before sitting down on the bed.]

[qundercover]

[Putting his feet up on the bed, it's his one opportunity to stretch out in these rooms okay. Give him that. Deal with the stupid curly shoes being in your personal bubble.]

Going to take a wild guess, more murder. Maybe some tricks with eyeballs. Couple of demons.

[tevinteriscoming]

Oh, but all of that sounds just like home.

[Tolerating it, because that's what's going on here tonight. Taking a swig of wine.]

It's the mind tampering that is much more my concern. That was. Exceptionally unpleasant.

[qundercover]

[Holding a hand out for the wine. He needs some swigs to think about the mind tampering too, you know.]

Yeah. Some real demon shit that. Almost . . . Hm. [He doesn't finish his thought. He definitely needs more alcohol to deal with it.]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Passing the wine, of course. And giving him a look with just a flicker of concern, the sap.]

Yes, quite. Are you...are you all right?

[Wait, no, shit, that wasn't a sexy thing to say. What's wrong with him.]

[qundercover]

[. . . Oh. He does care. That's. Actually pretty cute. Lifting the wine bottle in thanks and then downing like a quarter of it, hope you got plenty in storage there Dorian.]

Yeah, it's alright. Just wondering about some shit. [Then again, seems a little insulting to not share his thoughts. Pausing for a second before he continues.] Makes you think a little though. If they're making us feel paranoid, or have been making us feel calm.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Well. He does, thanks to the keg, but maybe they should open the beer? Just in case? Oh well.]

They were making us paranoid. Believe me. I know very well when thoughts are mine and when they aren't.

Oh, unless, that is, you ordinarily think me the sort to slip into my target's rooms at night, up to some no doubt sinister machinations? In which case, I admit, I'm a little flattered.

[qundercover]

Taking your word for it, then.

[They'll get to it. Gotta save it.]

Don't seem like the type to slip into a room at night for sinister shit. You're more obvious than you think.

[tevinteriscoming]

Am I? I must be incredibly obvious, then.

[Making a play for the wine!]

[qundercover]

[Making him reach for it a little. For old times sake. Three weeks ago is old times now right.]

Hey, said yourself they weren't our own thoughts.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Is that right? In that case, getting up and going over there to take it from his hand.]

I said they weren't then. They are now.

[qundercover]

[Allowing that, because apparently Dorian needs the wine to get through this.]

Right. Well, know where my head's at today. That's what matters.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Don't take it too personally. He needs the wine to get through most things.]

Oh? And where is your head at, then?

[Because he's pretty sure he's being exceptionally attractive right now. But if you want to talk about demons all night, that's cool, too. (It actually is, but only because he seems a little shaken.)]