sliceitwithwind | Terren Apples

So sugar buzzed! He'd have to sneak out for his extra apples, else Aya would fret! Or he could accept donations if Aya went to the pool or something.

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"No, not my type, though damn the hair is tempting." Pierce snorted and thumped Braig's shoulder again before slouching back on the taxi seat. "Sure man. We'll drink a lot. It'll be funny when even you can't walk!"

All of the above, man. All of the above.

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"It is sexy, badass hair." Braig agreed, sighing. The taxi dumped them out near a bar far enough away from the con that it didn't have anyone in cosplay gear around, upscale enough that they probably wouldn't end up in a bar brawl. Unless Braig got belligerent.

Well, Pierce wasn't sure that a bar brawl would be a bad thing at this point...but hey, clean bar was nice. "Yeah, it is. Makes me want to grow mine longer, 'cept then I'd run into the whole 'wow, the computer fan is eating my head during repairs' thing." Bar, meet Braig. Braig, Bar.

"Shots, here, now! Anything by moogles!" Pierce called, thumping the bar.

"Yeah, besides you have human hair. It tangles more." he pointed out, "Much higher maintenance than mine."

He stared at the wall for a moment, then informed the Moogle behind the bar; "Ku kuupo kupo po pooo ku." garnering a shocked look, then a tiiiiiny glass is put in front of him, the Moogle slides on goggles and gloves and an apron and then caaarreeefully pours less than half an ounce of a turquoise liquid into it.

Braig slams the thing back without blinking.

"Half-Olia," Pierce corrected. Then he glanced at the moogle, "Yeah, he's gonna need more than that. Guy's like a sponge with mild altering substances." Just saying.

"And I'd like something less likely to destroy my entire concept of reality."

"...Riiiiiigh'." Well. That shit hit like a brick, and he was already losing some consonants. He knew what he ordered. The Moogle shrugged and said, "Kupo kuuuu."

Pierce gets a shot of the same stuff that has Braig's eyes glazing over, as Braig says; "I am ma'ly in love wi' them. Both of them."

Pierce lifted his glass and sniffed it carefully, hoping to whatever powers would listen that he'd still have nose hairs left afterward. Waaaait. "Both. Two. Much younger than you." Pierce outlined.

Also..."What is this? Am I gonna pee green for a week after?"

"I know." it was miserable, "No. Bu' you won' be able t' taste anything bu' mint all nigh'. Too young, think I'm their damn brother, but 's them or nobody. No' for long-term." he tilted his head and said, "If you tell them I will ram your arms into your mouth up to the shoulders."

"I can deal with mint." Fuck manly appearances, he was going to sip his drink thank you.

"And I won't tell them. Shit, I'm wondering why I didn't notice. You...hover like you know?" Hover, and fret, and drag them off together and..."Dude, you sleep with them!" Both! At once! He'd seen it!

"Well, yeah, but there's nothing sexual about that." Because Braig takes VERY cold showers, "It's just...we've always done that. I try not to hover and fret and shit. I try to let them have what they need and not just what I need."

"Nerves of steel man," he was impressed. In that..."You're a masochist." kind of way.

Siiiiip. Oh, fuck. He didn't know if this drink was good or already killing brain cells. Damn. "How long man?"

"No. Masochists enjoy it. I...enjoy not having my mom eviscerate me and then Nevada kill me if I fuck them up, even by accident."

A moment of silence, then Braig started on the beer provided by the nice Moogle, "Ever since Aya fell into the lion's den. She was six. Dilan went in after her. My fucking heart stopped and I swear I didn't breathe until they were both out again."

"Yeah, from what I heard of Nevada, he'd make one violent ghost. You'd be lucky if he didn't salt your stomach when your mom was done." Pierce snorted, then ended up coughing as the fumes from the earlier sniff hit his sinuses, hard.

Ouch.

Awesome.

Minty.

"Shiiiiiit. That's a lot of years Braig. A whole lot. And like...triple digits in girlfriends."

"If I didn't burn off the sexual frustration I would be more neurotic than Dilan." it was deadly serious, "The girls know it's not for long-term, even if they don't know why."

"I don't know if that's sick because you still get so many damn girls anyway, or...kinda sad." Pierce was honest! And...minty fresh. "Dude, want to finish this? It's kinda like toothpaste after that first sip."

"Go with sad." Braig took the rest of Pierce's drink and knocked it back, "I can't...dude, I've tried to get over them. I really have. It fucking sucks, man. Everything I want in life depends on them getting past this idea of me as a fucking brother."

His head banged on the bar, "And it's much more likely that I'm just going to fuck it all up."

"Sappy," It was like sad. "And morose, but c'mon, you're a genius. How could you fuck up something you put your mind to?" Really?

Not that, you know, Pierce wasn't a genius. He was just...way different than Braig. "Dude, why am I not dead for trying to date Aya?" Cause the whole week it lasted totally counted as 'trying'.

"...By pressing my desires on them and keeping them from hitting optimum development due to my overwhelming personality and their life-habits of doing pretty much what I tell them to do."

HE HAD THOUGHT ABOUT THIS. A LOT.

"Because you're, like, my age and not actually in love with her. I knew it wouldn't last."

"So, don't." He shrugged. "You hover but you're not exactly puppet master you know? You're doing fine, they're awesome, and Aya's almost legal yeah?" Maybe not the best tactic but hey, it was..goodish news?

"Well, yeah, but she's hot and I coulda been an idiot you know."

"Yeah...but she still thinks of me as her fucking brother." NEVER has that word been spit so harshly. Never.

Braig looked up at him and said, simply, "Nah. You're a good guy. And if you'd been an asshole you never would have touched her." Braig would have broken his wrists first.

"She grew up in your house, Braig, with your counsel and your parents. ANYONE would label you siblings after that." That was just the truth really. And what was it now? Hmmm, proactive spouse grooming? Eh? Nah, his brain just couldn't wrap around that. "Dilan does too right? Maybe, don't know. He talks to me less than you do." They were friendly, but Braig and Pierce were buds!

"I shiver retroactively I assure you."

"I don't." it's simple, and pained. "They were always mine. Just. Mine. I don't think Dilan thinks of me as his brother, but Dilan's more..." he waves vaguely, "Dilan gets mine. He's been mine since he was three days old. Aya's different."

"Dude, anybody ever mention you're possessive and shit?" Just saying. The 'Mine' thing wasn't exactly normal. "Is she different because you guys weren't there when she was born and stuff? Cause...I'm not getting it really."

"One or two billion times." Braig allowed, "Mine was my first word. No, it's because Dilan is an Obsessive-Compulsive. Some things are the way they are, and that's just life. Other kids got puppies, I got Dilan...by the time he was old enough to get that it wasn't normal, it was part of what made his world safe. Aya's normal."

"You're possessive and shit." He pronounced solemnly. "Two billion and one." There you go Braig, never say he didn't do anything for you!

And yep, time to peer over his sunglasses at the man. "...you just called Aya normal, Braig." Which was...one of teh funniest things ever. Yes, laughing into his (not turquoise) shot now.

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