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Who: Charlie Luciano and Meyer Lanksy
Where: House 19
When: Evening Day 67
What: Sex. Pretty much. Also drunkenness.



It takes a hell of a lot of self control for Charlie to wait until they'd finally ushered Ned out and closed to the door before pouncing. But he does manage and therefore Meyer need to reward him. Obviously. Which is why he's pressing into his back the minute the door is closed, breathing him in. The room may be spinning a little but standing like this he feels pretty damn anchored.

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Charlie presses a kiss into his shoulder, just to make sure he remembers he's there. Meyer always seems to go into his head after sex, after all. And Charlie like having a bit of attention.

"That was fucking incredible," he slurs out happily, punctuating with a few more kisses.

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Now that's something he can agree with, although not quite as slurred, and not with quite so many enthusiastic kisses, and he offers Charlie a slight smile, stroking his hair again.

"Yeah, it was," he responds, letting his hand linger in Charlie's curls for a moment.

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He presses his head into Meyer's shoulder, happy to let him continue if he wants. His other hand snakes around his middle, as close to spooning as he can manage in this position.

This is good. It's familiar and safe and he's rather not let go of it if at all possible, thank you very much.

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At some point, he'll have to let go, but for now, he's content to let Charlie hold him like this. After all, he'd been the one clinging so tightly only moments before. He'd like to chalk that up simply to arousal, to deeply enjoying what they'd been doing, but he knows it's not that, not entirely. He'll never think about how he really feels about any of this, but he knows for sure that if Charlie were to disappear without warning, he'd be liable to destroy the whole town trying to find him -- and to get revenge on whoever took him.

"Go to sleep," he mumbles, hand still in Charlie's hair. Charlie's still drunk, after all. He still needs sleep. Meyer himself probably won't sleep, but he'll lie here just the same.

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"Mmmm. Yeah. Probably will." His eyelids feel heavy, after all, eyes practically stinging until he shut them for good. He's warm and sated and held and in a Meyer-smelling place so it doesn't take long as all for him to drift off.

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"Okay. Sleep well."

He realizes as he's saying it that Charlie is already drifting off to sleep, so he just smiles a little, shifts positions a bit to get more comfortable, and then lies there, staring at the ceiling, finally letting his brain go back to its natural, overly worried state.

and then it's morning because why not

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Charlie sleeps deeply, the kind of sleep you only get from booze followed by an incredible orgasm. When he does wake up, the bright light shining in his eyes and the fact that he's alone points to the fact that he probably slept in. He stretches and tries sitting up, then instantly regrets trying that. His damn head aches, and there still no fucking coffee in this place. Great.

He gets up eventually, not bothering to put on any clothes as he makes his way into the kitchen. What he wouldn't give for a fried egg right about now.

Re: Because that's how we roll yo

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Meyer is sitting in the kitchen, focusing so intently on something he's scribbling in his notebook that he either doesn't notice Charlie walking in, or at the very least, doesn't seem to acknowledge him. There's a book open on the table next to his notebook, and he seems extremely interested in whatever is in it -- if Charlie gets closer, he'll see that, of course, it's a book about mathematics. What else would it be?

In order to distract himself from the fact that he wants coffee and a cigarette, he has a fork in the hand that isn't holding his pen, and he seems to be eating olives straight from the can. Nobody ever said he didn't have questionable eating habits.

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So fucking questionable. Charlie just goes ahead and lets his presence be known by fishing a few olives out himself. And plonking down on the seat next to Meyer.

"We got any aspirin in this place?"

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"In the bathroom cabinet."

Of course there's aspirin in here. He'd needed the aspirin to quell the headaches that seemed to come from living without coffee or nicotine for this long. He still doesn't look up from his book, though, just stabbing another couple olives with his fork and taking a bite -- he's obviously entranced by something mathematical.

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Meyer you are boring, why are you not paying attention to him he's naked and everything. He sits there stealing a few more olives and hoping Meyer will looks up, before sighing dramatically and going to look if there's anything in the fridge.

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As soon as Charlie stands up, though, and walks to the fridge, Meyer does notice his nudity. To say he'd be surprised by it would be a huge overstatement -- Charlie doesn't seem to have a problem with walking around naked, even in broad daylight. Of course, when you look that good naked and are seemingly that cocky, he supposes it stands to reason.

"Are you so hungover you forgot clothes, or is that purposeful?"

There's always that possibility, too. Sometimes hangovers can make one do crazy things, if there aren't cigarettes and coffee to combat them.

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Charlie just glances down cheekily, pretending for a second he had no idea he had to clothes on. And then shrugs.

"Didn't feel like putting anything on."

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"You can't just walk around naked all day."

He's fairly certain, actually, that Charlie technically can, and probably would, just to be contrary. In his own current choice of attire, it's not exactly as though he looks fashionable, but at least he's wearing clothes. And, Charlie will be pleased to see, has finally set down his pen and stopped taking notes.

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"It's a little late to pretend you got a problem with it, Meyer," he says with a grin, and sits back down next to him at the table. Yaaaaay, attention. They really are desperately low on food, which means he's snacking on an apple for breakfast. It's not a fried egg, but it's something.

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"And if someone else just happens to drop by and sees you sitting around naked, I'm supposed to know how to explain that?"

Admittedly, he could blame it on Charlie being deeply ridiculous, which isn't entirely untrue. Glancing at the apple, he shakes his head; it's a healthier breakfast choice than his own, all things considered, but it's a sign that they're running out of food quickly, and that concerns him.

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"When the fuck has anyone ever 'dropped by' in this place?" A fairly good point, Charlie thinks, as he munches his way through his apple. They don't exactly entertain much.

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"Not recently, but they could, now that you've started making friends."

It's acceptable to consider Ned a friend, right? After all, Charlie got drunk with him -- that's generally a good sign of friendship. On the other hand, it's true, they don't exactly entertain much, nor does he have any intention to do so in the future.

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"I hear they got this new thing, though. Called doors. And people gotta knock on them before they just wander into your house." Still looking unbelievably smug as he munches away. Meyer didn't deny not having a problem with it. He wins!

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"And you know as well as I do that people don't always follow the rules, including the rules of social convention."

Who knows; people might wander into each other's houses here. Then again, and this is extremely likely, Meyer may just be paranoid. He pushes the half empty can of olives away in disgust -- they don't make a great breakfast.

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"You're fucking cranky this morning." He leans in to kiss Meyer, because it tends to be an effective way to shut him up. Even though he really does taste very strongly of olives by now.

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It really is an effective way to shut him up, and he's glad that more people haven't discovered it. Then again, were anyone other than Charlie to try, they'd probably end up getting punched in the face, so it's probably for the best that nobody else tries kissing him to get him to be quiet. It's taken him long enough to adapt to the idea of Charlie suddenly leaning in and kissing him, anyway -- his usual response to people suddenly getting into his personal space bubble is generally discomfort at best, and outright irritation at worst.

Once he kisses Charlie back, however, he draws away to respond to his comment. "I'm always fucking cranky in the morning."

That could have something to do with rarely sleeping, or at least, not in a pattern normal people do.

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"Yeah and it's always fucking annoying," he mumbles against Meyer's mouth, because clearly just kissing him more is the solution to this problem.

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"Yeah, I have no idea how you put up with me."

That's only semi-facetious. In actuality, he's pretty amazed Charlie's managed to put up with him since he was an annoying kid -- and that remarkably, Charlie has also managed to see him as something other than an annoying kid, after all these years.

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"Who fucking knows, must be outta my control."

Hey, it goes both ways sometimes. Charlie makes enough mistakes and does enough dumb shit that he's pretty sure Meyer could have gone off by now and done a lot better on his own.