"Urgh!" He growled, pulling away from Andries and glaring down at Chrys. Hard eyes against his puppy stare, Deamion was the first to huff and look away. Turning his back to the man, he growled to his friend, "Are you alright?" Rolling his eyes at Andries' peachy smile and 'okay' sign. Shaking his head, he grabbed his hand and started to lead them both out, "Look, let's get you back home to get changed and let's forget all about your crazy schemes. I just wanna go home and sleep." 

 "No, we're getting you laid, whether you like it or not!" "Rape." "Fine, you'll like it." He muttered, starting to pull him along again. Ignoring his friend's annoyed sighs and weary dragging of his feet. After a few forceful tugs on his reluctant friend, he stopped and turned to him. The both of them having at least reached the entrance of the mousy bar. The jazz music already starting to fade behind them. Andries crossed his arms and stared up at his friend, unfazed with the steady glare that returned his gaze. It was a silent battle between the two of them. Finally, Deamion sighed and looked away, running a hand through his tri-coloured hair in a defeated frustration. 

 "Can't I just drown my sorrows in alcohol? Or fire? Or better yet, something that doesn't involve me on my knees?" "But you're so good on your knees." "....." "While baking I mean." "When-" "You're ovens' really low." He stared dully at the man, then rolled his eyes and cracked a smile. Then the both of them broke out into a laughter that only two close friends could share. Wiping a tear from his eye, Deamion sighed, shoulders relaxing, but before he could even voice his contentment, he found himself being dragged by his friend again, back towards the bar. "Hey-Wait...I was kidding about the alcohol."

 "Hush, we're still gonna get you laid, hey pretty boy." He turned and called out to the guy that had spilled his wine over them. Uh, who drank wine in a bar? And what was going on in his friend's head? 

 "Yeah, you! Who spilled your drink all over me. You gonna apologies proper to me and my friend or what? "