Chapter Three- The Plot, much like Dr. Orpheuss blood at this point, begins to thin
Maybe it was all his recent years spent sad and alone, maybe it was the mood set by the lovely orchestra of Thor outside, or maybe the tequila was finally getting to him; whatever the cosmic case may be, the light from the fire place glinting off helpers cold, metallic and Chai-tea-stained face-piece was the single most erotic thing Dr. Orpheus had scene in sad and lonely decades.
The sound of his shattering porcelain-tea-cups in helpers mouth-piece was driving his senses crazy.
As he stared into helpers cold, metallic eyes, he couldnt help the shiver of desire from sensually working its way down his spine.
Nor could he help the fact that all of his rapidly thinning blood was steadily going in the direction of his rather neglected CYCLOPS-PAL.
As for helper, who was unaware of his companions current drunken train of thought, was just happy to finally have found someone who wasnt drugged, dead, or engaging in intercourse.
Finishing off the last of his tequila bottle with a hearty gulp, Dr. Orpheus cordially invited helper to follow him into to bedroom, while simultaneously pulling an as-yet-unseen second bottle of Tequila from his cloak.
Helper innocently rolled, tripped, and continued rolling after the slightly swaying Dr.