Boiled Pine Needles, Nose Bleeds, and Shaking Hands with the Guv-nah
Ryo staggered down the hall, to the bottom floor, wondering why the light was on in the kitchen. Usually people weren't up at 2 in the morning. He thought he heard a roster get—er, go off in the background but knowing there wasn't any chickens in this house, he waved it off as sleepiness insanity.
In the kitchen, Cye was leaning over the counter, tending to something in front of him. Ryo instantly felt his nose get wet and instinctively reached up to it. Drawing his hand back he was dismayed to see blood. Another nose bleed.
The other happened to turn around at that time, his hands drenched in a sticky liquid. "Oh Ryo!" He cried, wiping his hands absent mindly on a towel hung in his belt loop. "Are you olright?" He came to his friend's side, pressing the towel up to the offending appendage. Ryo was troubled and confused to realize the bleed was getting worse now that Cye was touching him.
"Whatcha making, boy-chama?" Ryo mumbled through the terry cloth.
"Meatball sandwich."
"Is that why your hands are tinted red? From the spaghetti sauce?"
Cye frowned slightly, looking down at his fingers. "Naw, they're stained from the cherries I was eating' earlier."
"Oh. Do we still have those pistachios? I wouldn't mind having some nuts for a night time snack."
"Too late, Kento ate them after dinner."
"Damn nimrod." Ryo mumbled.
"What was that about a ramrod?"
"Nothing."
Cye turned back around, busying himself with the stuff on the corner again. "Would you like a stiff one, Ryo?"
"A what?"
"Stiff drink." Cye turned back around, two martinis in his hands.
"Oh no, its too late to drink. I just want to eat something and go back to bed."
"I think there's some of Mia's peaches in the fridge."
"Naw, those are too old and moldy. I really want some nuts."
"Rowen's are in that cabinet." Cye gestured to the one above the fridge.
"Toasted?"
"Naw, only salted."
"Oh, hell no. Rowen's nuts are the saltiest. I wouldn't touch em with a ten foot pole."
"I know someone who has a ten foot pole." Cye whispered, a tint of something in his eyes. He was carefully sipping the martini, rolling the tooth pick that held a olive in one hand and looking over the glass at the boy who was sitting at the table. Ryo felt his nose get wet again and was dishearten when he realized he was getting another nose bleed. As he was tending to this recent faulty emission from his appendage, Sage walked in, carrying his bush.
"Oh, is the bonsai hungry?" Cye cooed, giving Sage's bush an affectionate pet.
"No." Sage snapped back, yanking the plant from Cye's reach.
"Tisk, tisk, Sage, I would be nicer to the two men that could have their guns blazing in seconds."
Sage raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Cye, we are used to seeing you get your gun off. I think its better to keep the big guns away for tonight."
Cye grinned, gnawing lightly on the edge of the martini glass. "I thought you liked my big gun, Sage?"
"Used to. But it shoots off too quickly."
"But you know the clip is always stocked and ready to go."
There was a short silence as Cye continued to sip his liquor, Sage continued to stoke his bush gently and whisper words of encouragement ("you will grow to be big and beautiful one day"), and Ryo sat at the kitchen table, wondering where he went wrong in leading these boys. Cye was a lost cause, there was no way that boy was going straight and narrow anytime soon. Sage was gone before they had the pleasure to meet. Anybody could tell by the purple shirts and the pants that were just a little too tight. Batting for the other team they were. Not the Warlord's side but the other side. Yeah, that side.
"You know, I miss doing things as a group. We should do more things together. Maybe we can go camping sometime soon?" Ryo asked hopefully.
"Sure, as long as Kento is the one who pitches the tent. He seems to be the only one who can do it really good and one handed." Cye answered, placing down the first glass and reaching for the second martini.
"No, Kento is too messy." Sage replied matter of fact.
"Oh look whose talking." Ryo said dryly. "This is coming from the boy who leaves everything sticky after he comes out of the bathroom."
"I can't help it if hair spray makes things sticky!"
"The shower floor was sticky last time I was in there. You gonna tell me you spray your hair in the shower?" Sage's face flushed a bright red.
"I-I-I was day d-d-dreaming, p-p-perhaps I did." Sage stuttered out.
"A wet day dream? Hmm." Cye mumbled. "Or maybe just a wet dream?"
"Maybe a 'shut the hell up'." Sage snapped back.
"You know, I've always wondered Sage, and you must know being" wink wink "roommates, that Rowen has blue hair, does he have blue balls?"
There was a sacrifice made that night as Sage ceremoniously dropped his potted plant onto Ryo's head and then, realizing what he had done, oozed to the floor, crying about his beloved.
Beloved plant that is.
"We should play poker!" Cye finally chirped up, his fifth martini grasped in his slightly shaking hands.
"No." Sage pouted from the floor. "Last time I played with you guys I couldn't sit down for a week without one of those donut cushions."
Ryo rolled his eyes upward. "That's only because Rowen thought we said Poke Her not Poker. And then you bent down to pick up the fallen chips... Honesty you should have known it was coming."
After another brief pause. "You know what blokes?" Cye mumbled, playing with the olives on a stick again.
"Yeah, Cye?" Ryo asked, pleased to see he could talk to the boy without another... ah, spoke too soon. Damn nose bleeds. One of these days he was going to bleed to death from those...
"We are all going to hell."
"True, let's have some fun before we do."
"My room?" Cye asked, his eyebrow raised.
"Naw, mine. Come on." Before the blond could protest the other two had him by the elbows and upstairs, locked behind Ryo's bedroom door.
And there...
...they spend...
...the rest of the night...
...all three teenagers...
...gambling away their all the money they had.
They were completely spent after that night.
That's the problem with giving teenage boys money...
...they always try to see what they can buy with it...
...or who they can buy.
Let's just say, by seven o clock in the morning, Ryo was quite proud of himself because Cye's ass was his.
I'm sorry if that story doesn't make you snicker at least. If it doesn't, either you are dead or I have really lost it.
But the real question is: Does Ryo own Cye's ass because the Brit is so in debt to him from the poker game or was there other sexual favors going on between the boys, such as Poke Her? Which one did you think of first?
...Naughty people.