[closed] drinking buddies

[idkmybffbloodwing]

CHARACTERS: Mordecai and Lilith
LOCATION: The bar
WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: Lilith got a sad photo in her locker, so she and Mordecai meet up to talk about the good old times, the bad old times, and everything else.


It took Mordecai a while to get himself and all his animals cleaned and sorted after the jump, but finally the chickens were in the oxygen gardens, and he was dressed and armed to the teeth just in case he spotted Jack. Mijo was following, this time - every time he landed on Mordecai's shoulder, a hand would come up to sweep him off and force him to perch elsewhere, in an attempt to get the little bird to exercise his flight muscles. Not that it would do much good here, but Mordecai had to do something so the little guy didn't turn into the bloodwing version of a couch potato.

He took a longer walk than needed to get to Lilith's place from the lockers, giving him time to clear his mind from the effects of the jump, but eventually he arrived and knocked at her door.

Comments

[supfirehawk]

"Yeah, but this is better." It wasn't like it was that big of a deal. She laid down on her side and tugged at one of the various clothes around his body to indicate he should rest beside her.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Mm, I guess." His bird had made it into the room with them, he noticed - which was good, because he'd been doing a poor job of keeping track after drinking as much as he had. Mijo was perched on a bedpost across the room, eyeing him expectantly, but he would have to wait for his food. Right now was naptime. Mordecai sighed and lay back to make her stop pulling at him, and closed his eyes.

[supfirehawk]

She had learned with Roland that she enjoyed having another body to cuddle with. Particularly when she could latch on to said body and intertwine their legs. It was comfortable and Mordecai was someone she could trust.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

Cuddling wasn't something he did often, given his solitary lifestyle, but it wasn't as though he minded. Cuddling with Lilith was a little strange to him, but not unwelcome, and given his state of inebriation it seemed perfectly acceptable once he just let himself give in and press back against her. He couldn't help but think about some of the things she'd said earlier - hell, if she just wanted to get laid, she could always ask him, of course, and right now she was right here laying against him like this, but truthfully he wasn't sober enough to feel like acting on it. He just wanted to sleep.