It was more than awkward when Twisted Fate woke up... Waking up in a random bed, with no clothes on, and in a dusted room he had never seen before. He had sat there, paralyzed with fear, with one thought in his aching head. Who the fuck, was laying next to him? He racked his brain for answers. He dug as deep into his memory as he could from last night. But damn, was he drunk. He sat in the warm bed for 10-15 minutes and was still trying hard to remember who it was, but he didn't have the nerves. Something he usually had a lot of. Flinching whenever the warm breath of his mystery partner would hit the side of his face.
Eventually, the suspense of trying to figure out who was sleeping next to him in the bed, that was way too small for 2 people, was. Gathering up whatever bit of courage he had he slowly turned his head right. The awkward truth was he wasn't expecting a girl. I guess it would be weird to assume it was a girl after noticing the rather hairy arms on your waist.
The hairs on Twisted's neck stood up once he saw who was laying besides him. There in all of his glory, was Graves. Now strange things have happened over the years in the League. But waking up, in a soft, unfamiliar bed, in god knows where, with the one person who possible wants you to suffer the most, was by-far the strangest thing that had happened to the scared Card Master. Swiftly fixing his head to its original place he tried hard not to think of all the things Graves could have done to him while he was out of his mind, drunk.
He found it hard not to. His mind kept wandering through all the amazing possibilities. Wait... what? Amazing? This made Twisted stop in his tracks as he tried to think of a word to replace that awful one. He wouldn't like it... no, dominated by another man? That's just not how it works. Guys fuck girls. Easy, it's nature. It's not possible he was gay. Sure he had the dirty thoughts but, he wasn't ready to be, a 'queer', as most people would refer to it as now-a-days. The denial was hard to fight however. In the minutes he was still awake the thoughts of men (specifically Graves) flooded his mind, overpowering every other feeling he could throw out in defense. This mental battle was going to be the bane of his very existence. Of course as his latest gambling victims would tell him. This was karma.
But he had to know. For sure this time. he reckoned this would just be a aftershock of being drunk and in bed with his enemy. Everyone had their sick imaginations at some point. Right? So with that adamantly thought-out decision, he turned back around, facing graves, and rested his head under Graves head. Closing his dried eyes slowly he felt the pull of sleep consume his mind again. He sighed in a foreign feeling as he confirmed his sick suspicions. He had to like Graves.
After all... He had purposely gone to Graves favorite bar.
Graves woke up a little after the curious Card Master passed out. Surprised to find his old friends head rested under his. Removing his arm from the sweaty side of the other's waist he rubbed his eyes. Slowly getting out of bed that was way to comfortable to want to get out of, he slowly walked to the bathroom. He took a serious look in the mirror admiring his 'glorious' beard, and smirking to himself at the thought of how easy it was to get Twisted Fate into the same bed as him.
It only took him a few words and push onto the bed to get the other to abide to the demand and curl up for peaceful sleep in the dim light of possibly one of the biggest rooms in the hotel. It wasted a lot of Graves' gold , sure, but to him it was worth it. In prison he had a lot of time to plot his nemesis' downfall but after time, his anger was downsized. He got to know Twisted in their days of partnership. He knew how much the ability to master magic was to the Trickster. And in all honesty, Graves would probably trade twisted fate in for power too. Who wouldn't.
But other motions showed up. It's true he did have Twisted Fate in his dark mind but in no way was it to harm him. He smirked once more and slowly made his way to the shower. Turning the water to hot, he stepped onto the tiled floor. Might as well make a good impression when Twisted wakes up sober with maybe one of the worse headaches the other has had.