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Lucas frowned petulantly as Nathan stripped him of his gifts and coat. Good thing it was warm. Glancing at the mirror to his right, he saw his reflection. His shoulders looked banged up, purpling under the skin with bruises. He really couldn't find it in him to care anymore though, as the other man led him through the elegant apartment. Lucas drank the sight in, the gleam of the clean chestnut floors, the intimidating glass windows (they were more walls than windows) that gave a magnificent view of New York City. Even as he plopped his drunken ass onto the couch, his eyes were busy taking in the luxurious apartment. He settled into the couch, feeling the soft leather mold to his form. 

"Wow", he breathed. Lucas felt all at once in awe and completely out of place in Nathan's apartment. Maybe if he wasn't wearing something so trashy looking he would match the decor better. Distantly, a pang of guilt struck him. If he was sober he would probably think he was making a complete fool of himself, just inviting himself over. Too bad he definitely was not sober. At Nathan's questioning, he just smiled lightly. The alcohol allowed him to do that, but he still felt like the lowest living creature on earth. His eyes betrayed that feeling. 

Hiver was a wonderful break of tension though, crawling into his lap sweetly, sniffing at his palms. He petted her, and the feel of it was soothing.

"I like Hiver a lot too, maybe even more than... you?", he said, giving a roll of his neck and pointing at Nathan with a small flourish. He grinned. He was being careless with his words, and he should have known better. It was liberating though. He didn't know if it was the liquid courage or the company. Everything felt very light, even if his heart still felt immeasurably heavy. 

"Eh, how about both! Alex told me about it once... It's called... it's called uh, a Bloody Pepper?", he quirked a brow, trying hard to reach the memory he wanted. It was harder when you were drunk. He didn't even register the fact that Dr Pepper probably wasn't Nathan's typical staple drink. All he could think about was getting more alcohol in his system, and maybe petting Hiver a bit more. 

"I'll get it!", he proclaimed as he stood up, Hiver still in his arms. He made his way back to the foyer and retrieved the wine. With an armful of wine and fur, he came back, grinning. Hiver, smart cat that she was, leapt out of Lucas' hold before it was too late. 

"Let's drink, yeah?", he said, settling himself back on the couch. Cheers to a terrible night. 


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Lucas Odierno