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[dowhatisays]

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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[dowhatisays]

"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!

[recognize_an_opportunity]

"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.

[dowhatisays]

"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.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

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.

[dowhatisays]

"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.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

"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.

[dowhatisays]

"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.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

"Yeah, something like that."

Meyer probably could have gone off on his own. He's always been a loner, anyway. Despite that, he can't imagine life without Charlie -- he's gone this long having him around, knowing what he's like, getting used to every little thing about him. He doesn't think he'd do better on his own; on the contrary, he'd probably be much worse off. He doesn't ever admit that to Charlie, though.