We're wide awake now, our eyes are wide open. We're running this world, we keeping it turning

[opheliac]

Who: EVERYONE ON THIS DANG SHIP!
What: IT'S A PARTTTYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When: last week of april before more shit happens.
Where: rischie
Warnings: PG-13??? alcohol is definitely involved, teens being teens, drunk people or doing bad decisions??? who is to say!!!





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★ ENTRANCE.
★ THE DANCE FLOOR.
★ AT THE BAR.
★ GAME AREA.
★ DJ TABLE // PRIVATE WITH JINX
★ LOSER CORNER.
★ THE FOOD TABLE.
★ KARAOKE.
★ OUTSIDE RISCHIE.
★ WILDCARD.

Comments

[touchofcashmere]

I suppose I can live with that.

[though the more he thinks about this idea, the less he wants to. Still it is better than a creepy roommate. He stumbles a bit and has to let go with one hand to maintain some balance, and hopes they are almost there, because really any bed will do right now.

He tries not to dwell on the we part too much, reminding himself again of his fervid imagination and back firmly against the other person in bed with him. Fortunately the latter half of Ed's statement is enough to throw him for a loop]

What? I mean... you can if you want so long as you don't pin me to the bed. I've had quite enough of that. [he rubs his stomach reflexively.] Just not too tightly. I hate it when you lose circulation in the night.

[saltandpepperbeard]

[Pin him to the bed.

Fuck, don't threaten him with a good time.

Oh, with the sword. No. Nope. Definitely no plans to do any of that. No swords in bed. No pinning--no pining either. Just two blokes, two mates, sleeping in the same room, several feet apart because they're not--]

I'll be gentle. [And just...not think about it. Ever.]

Here we go-- [After counting the doors they pass--because the damn numbers on the signs don't mean anything--he stops them in front of one cabin door and manages to open it without dropping Stede. One of his finer moments, he thinks.

He turns on the light as he has learned how to do since arriving and they're greeted with the standard cabin: starboard facing even numbered room, with its large porthole window, the queen-sized bed, a couch (which folds out, but Ed has not and likely will not discover that on his own--what the hell even), the blank glass screen that is some sort of weird flat box (Ed is not sure what it is, but it's apparently a tee-vee), and a door to the bathroom. There are no other occupants. Just the two of them. Alone.

As soon as they're in, he kicks the door shut and comes alive with energy. Come Stede, look at his fancy new crib. Digs? What are the young people calling it these days.]

See? Big bed, couch. And--the best part--wait for it, you haven't even seen the best part. Come here. Look. [Both beckoning and guiding Stede over, he opens the door to the small bathroom and turns on the light. Theatrically, Ed strikes a sort of TA-DA pose.]

You don't have to piss or shit into a bucket and dump it. It goes away. All you have to do is push this thing-- [He flushes the toilet and gives Stede a very excited, pleased look. It'd be the best thing since sliced bread, but that hasn't happened yet.]

And [gesturing to the shower] if you want to get clean, you can get hot water just by turning one of those knobs. The red one. For hot, I guess. Blue's cold. No bath, but it beats having to haul it in and sponge off.

It's fucking heaven, mate.

[touchofcashmere]

[Gentle... that's something he'd have never thought of or associated with Blackbeard, but Ed is a different matter-- and also the same. He tries not to think about the connotations of that, the soft brush of warm hands, the smile that curls up the corner of his eyes-the warm croon in his ear. He finds himself staring at the room without seeing it, and more accurately the bed, when Ed grabs his attention]

Oh my God an ensuite! This is amazing! [he clutches the doorframe to keep himself upright and nearly cries at the sight of it. He'd known there were individual lavs that had basins you could turn water on and off with, but this!]

I could live in here. [it's small, but a little bit of luxury never went awry. Though it is only a little because it seems this is standard - but he'll take what he can get. He could use a bath too or the equivalent of that. He's still sticky from sweat and a long strange night, but he doesn't think he can stand up for that long unaided and he knows better than to ask because water coursing down that long brown body-- is not something he's going to think about right now]

I think I'll set myself down now. [and he wanders back into the room, weaving back and forth before finally managing to flop back on the bed, spread armed and staring at the ceiling. In a moment he'll get on the bed proper and find a way to crawl under the starchy blankets made of only marginally higher quality fabric than the shirt.]

I think... I am going to regret a lot of things in the morning.

[saltandpepperbeard]

[He makes a mental note to not let Stede live in the bathroom, no matter what he thinks, mainly because it would be awfully inconvenient for when Ed wants to take a long hot shower and try to not think about Stede...if Stede's in the same room.

Before shutting the door, he fills two cups with water--downs one himself--and brings the other out to put on the bedside table for Stede. What a luxury--clean drinkable water any time he wants it. Could get used to this, might even drink more water than alcohol.

He then steals a pillow off the bed, and tosses it onto the couch with a soft grunt in response to Stede's comment.]

What's to regret?

You had fun, didn't you?

[Ed eases himself down onto the couch--body tired and aching from the night of drinking and dancing--and begins to unbuckle his boots.]

[touchofcashmere]

My head in the morning.

[a faint smile]

But yeah...yeah I did... [and speaking of, he hauls himself upright and takes off the soft purple shirt. More like violet, he thinks, or indigo. The color of the sky in the morning or slipping into night] Thanks, Ed. For everything.

[he folds it a bit messily and hands it out]

[saltandpepperbeard]

[He makes a small, gruff noise and accepts the shirt, resisting the urge to cradle it too lovingly or put it to his face. He probably shouldn't take it to bed with him, so he places it on the table next to Stede's water. His eyes crinkle with amusement, but he tries to keep his voice sounding annoyed.]

Go to sleep, Stede.

[He strips out of Stede's shirt and places it on the table as well, haphazardly and inexpertly folded. Then loosening his leather pants, he goes over and flops back onto the sofa. It's going to be a long night.]

[touchofcashmere]

Good night, Ed. [he crawls his way to the head of the bed, muttering to himself] No one even turns down the blankets for you. Service has gone downhill these days.

[a sigh as he manages to tuck himself in without the help of Lucius. He drinks his water dutifully and pats the shirt and then stares up at the ceiling, feeling the very faint swell of the sea, so close but so far away.]

We should have a pillow fight.

[and he drops off to sleep with all the grace of a stone]

[saltandpepperbeard]

[Continued]