Sequel

The amount of reviews from the last chapter were absolutely insane. Someone even emailed me and asked the question everyone has been asking. Is Mik still alive? Like I said before, I have no idea. What I was planning has changed and everything keeps changing. Like Talen was supposed to let a certain something be known in the last chapter but apparently he was too freaked out to do it even though he was fine in the first run of it all.

At least one person mentioned that Talen seems to be a bad guy. I have to ask why, what about him says bad guy? Just curiousity.

I must admit, there was a bit of amusement when I wrote part of this.

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Rel set a shot glass in front of Mari and one down for Muan, then one for himself. He dropped a bottle of flavoured alcohol in the middle of the table before he sat down. Mari had a blue bottomed glass, Muan a black bottomed glass and Rel had claimed the green bottomed glass for himself. The alcohol of choice was vodka, it had no flavour and, damn it, he enjoyed it.

Plus, drinking tequila made him argue... and made his clothes come off.

Mari looked up, eyes red and rimming with tears still. Rel pushed his emotions to the side and opened the bottle of alcohol.

"Someone delivered several bottles to the apartment," Rel muttered, pouring a shot for each of them, "and I have been through the death of someone who was kind of near me but not really close. This seemed to make the others, who knew the guy better than me, feel better. They sat at the table, me along with them, and poured a shot for each of themselves, and me. Then the leader of the group set the bottle in the center of the table like so. And he looked around the table and said, 'he did shots every Friday night' and everyone did their shot. And the next person took the bottle and poured a shot for each of us and said, 'he had the strangest obsession with the stone bench just outside the library' and on and on this went around the circle until we were all so drunk we forgot why we were sad."

"Drinking does not alleviate pain," Mari said, her voice cracking before she looked away, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes.

"No. But sometimes it can help your mind draw the closure that you need to move on or at least heal enough to continue with your own life," Rel said, lifting up his shot glass, "he smelt nice."

Rel downed the shot, burning his mouth with the straight alcohol. It made him cringe as he swallowed, but the lack of aftertaste made up for the burn. Muan downed his own shot, if only to do so because Rel had done it. The Sidhe looked unimpressed, looked upset even and gave Rel a look. Muan didn't want to do the shots. Rel conveyed to Muan that it was a people thing and that Muan was more than welcome to drink water instead and off the Sidhe went, filling a mug with water before returning to the table.

Mari, in the meantime, was crying and stifling a laugh at the same time. Rel turned his attention to her and made a questioning sound.

"You're right," she huffed, almost snorted, "you're so right. He did smell so good. It was that cologne."

"I think it was an aftershave," Rel murmured, "Paw seems enamoured with it."

Mari poured a shot for her and Rel and set the bottle down in the middle of the table. She swallowed hard and lifted her shot glass, "he was what my mother would call a well trained man. Let a woman run his affairs, didn't question her intelligence at every turn and never once tried to take advantage of me."

"Never?" Rel asked, surprised at how shocked his sounded.

"Never," Mari responded, doing her shot. The woman winced at the burn, shuddered and smacked the shot glass down on the table. Rel did his own shot and shuddered. Second shot didn't go down any easier, it burned more and twinge was twice as much as it hit his stomach. Because he was expecting it.

Muan poured the next shots, set the bottle in the middle of the table and looked between Mari and Rel, “Mik te… lifer.”

“Mm, so true,” Mari muttered.

“Lived life to some kind of extreme,” Rel muttered, downing his next shot. He swallowed hard and watched the world do a little crinkle thing around him. Of his mind going blurry from the alcohol. Twenty minutes and they’d be so out of their minds drunk that it wouldn’t matter if someone was dead.

Who was dead? Right. Mik. Damned mind. Rel poured the shots and smacked his lips together. Muan stood and wandered off to the kitchen. The Sidhe returned a moment later with a box of crackers, the only thing that was in the apartment that was suited as a drinking snack. Rel ate one before he picked up his shot glass.

“He… was a good looking man.”

Down the shot went and then they ate a few crackers before Mari said, “I’d do him.”

“Shot worthy,” Rel muttered, watching Mari pour the shots. Rel picked his up before he said, “I did do him.”

They downed the shots and Mari squeezed her eyes shut, cringing before they popped open before she said, “you just broke the line. Do another shot.”

“Fuuuuuck,” Rel poured himself another shot and downed it, cringing at the two shots so closely together, “you catch on fast. Sure you never played this before?”

“Variation of…” Mari paused and laid her hands on the table, considering them for a long moment, “Chain Line. I say a fact and the next person has to connect that fact with something completely different. It’s a game disciples play.”

Disciples were not members of the priest lines. Disciples were those who the priest lines accepted as temporary priests, they were given power based on their capability as breeding partners with the priest lines. Members of priest lines and disciples usually only interacted with one another for breeding purposes.

Rel swallowed hard and plucked up a cracker. He wasn’t going to mention to Mari that he knew… sparkly red light.

The drone floated along the window, infrared camera flicking through the apartment. Rel and Muan watched the thing float on by as Muan thought mean, nasty things about the hunk of metal.

Someone in the government would have control over the drones and the drones would have had to have flown over the farm at one point or another.

Mari rapped her fingers on the table, drawing Rel and Muan’s attention back to the bottle. There was a funny taste and a tingle at the back of Rel’s throat. His head was feeling light and there was heat in his veins.

Muan poured the next round, considered the table for a moment then said something in Sidhe about Mik being a prick of a bastard and stealing someone else’s pleasure and freaking well…

Rel looked at Mari and said, “He said Mik was nice.” Down were the shots, but Muan gave Rel a nudge with his mind, an understanding that Rel had just lied to Mari.

Rel poured the next round. Around and around the drinks went. Rel had to make something up a few times, but Mari never called him on it. Through the bottle of vodka and Rel dimly remembered opening another bottle. Recalled the world moving so badly while they were still seated at the table.

He didn’t recall going to bed. Between the alcohol and his nerves and the lack of food throughout the day… There was at least twelve hours of missing time when he woke as the sun was rising the next morning. The problem with drinking early in the day… so much time could be lost.

Rel groaned, squeezed his eyes shut and willed the world to stop spinning as he rolled and wrapped his arms around the silken, soft form beside him. He breathed out against the back of the small neck, nuzzled the soft, long hair…

Soft…

What the fuck?


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