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After searching the entire train-like bus, Pickles returned to Charles' office and began knocking at the door. "Hey! You seen Nat'an? We're playin 'Oply and need a banker," the yoper called out at the shut door.
Startled by the pounding, Charles' eyes instantly snapped open. "Ah, give me a minute and I'll find him," he assured the drummer. "Just go and wait with the others."
"Fine," pacified Pickles headed back towards his bandmates, grabbing another beer on his way back.
"Should get someone to, uh, clean the mess outside your door," Nathan muttered, laying on his side and staring blankly at the smaller man.
"I'll get someone to do that," the manager assured him, smiling slightly. "Go on I need to clean up."
For a moment Nathan merely lay there staring still before nodding and getting up to get dressed and go. Moments later a freshly cleaned and redressed Charles followed the singer as if nothing at all had happened.
Back in the main portion of the bus, Selene's nosed twitched slightly as she sat amongst the boys to play. "I wanna be the dogg—there's no doggy," she frowned, looking down at her choice of pieces, "Fine I wanna be the wolfy!"
"Nice choices," Skwisgaar laughed.
"We gots to makes our own tokens," Toki explained, snatching the guitar piece up before the lead guitarist could grab it, leaving the blond with the battle axe instead.
"Yea, it's brutal," Nathan smirked, grabbing a beer and the skull piece as he sat to join them.
"Clearly," the vampire replied with a knowing little smile.
"Sorry about that," Charles apologized as he ran his hand through his hair, glancing at the unphased men.
"Here yous be the banker-man," Toki grinned passing the manager a tray of dark colored paper money, "Make sures nobody cheats."
"Of course I can do that," the CFO nodded as he carefully sat down, trying not to put too much weight on his sore entrance. In an instant a pillow struck Charles' head causing the smaller man to initially glare before noticing Nathan laughing a little and giving him a thumbs up.
Watching all of this from under her lashes, Selene's knowing little smile grew slightly as she rolled the red and black dice around in her hand. After settling the pillow under himself and dealing out the appropriate dark colored money Charles nodded and the vampire let the dice roll across the board.
"I loves this game!" Toki cried out cheerfully as his guitar moved around the corner. The others soon fell into agreement as the game progressed into the wee hours of the morning, the joyful scene occasionally punctured by Charles' reprimands to the various attempts at cheating his clients seemed insistent upon trying.
It was nearly five in the morning before Nathan let out a jaw cracking yawn. Nodding and yawning as well Murderface sighed in agreement to the silent statement, "I think I'm going to hit the hay schoon."
"Yea is lates," Toki nodded, throwing the dark play money in the air so it rained down upon them.
Nodding, Charles smiled a little at the sleepy faced men before him, "Well that was a fun group game."
"Agreed," Selene nodded with a smile and a glance towards the hatch leading to the storage area below which currently housed her coffin.
Briefly Nathan glimpsed back towards the pair as he and the others began to drag off to their rooms. His emerald eyes softened as he watched the manager yawn while gathering the money Toki'd strewn as well as the pieces. With one final smile the hulking man vanished down the corridor.
With another fleeting look towards the hatch, Selene knelt down to help clean up, reaching her hand out to rest on Charles' arm for a moment. "Are you alright Monsieur Charles?"
"I am," he smiled reassuringly, "don't worry about me any, I'm just tired."
Instantly that knowing little smile returned to the vampire's lips. "Yes, sex will tire one out," she stated matter of factly as she put the game away and headed through the hatch at last.
Flushing a dark red at the sudden realization that she knew, the CFO rushed towards Nathan's room pausing only to knock at the door. Inside the singer paced slightly, raising his head at the sound, "Uh, yea?"
Entering quickly, and shutting the door tight behind him, Charles faced the larger man and stated as calmly and flatly as he could, "Selene knows."
All at once the color drained from Nathan's face, his voice a low growl, "F-ck!"
"Maybe she won't tell the boys," the manager sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, placing his head in his hands. How could he have been so careless, so foolish to think that someone with vampiric senses wouldn't know what had gone on behind closed doors.
Slowly the tenseness in his muscles ebbed slightly as Nathan reached out to gently rub his neck. "A—are you ok? You, uh, looked kinda sore," he stated, his voice carrying concern for the smaller man's well being.
"Huh? Oh, I'm fine," Charles laughed with a mixture of panic and exhaustion. "Next time use lube Nathan."
The singer's eyes sparkled at the thought that there might actually be a next time, even as he lowered his head and muttered, "Sorry. You, uh, wanna stay like here?"
"Well," Charles paused and thought the offer over for a minute, "I guess I could for a few hours. I mean it's already morning."
Grinning, Nathan pulled back the quilt and crawled into the massive bed. Smiling to himself, the singer watched his new lover get into a state of half dress before crawling in with him. Nathan's huge hand gently began rubbing up and down the smaller man's spine as he yawned. "Uh, good night," he rumbled as he settled down.
"Good night Nathan," Charles smiled softly, drifting to sleep even as he knew he'd have to be up in a few hours to be back on the clock. But for the time being the manager was content to lay here in peace as all around him his charges slept contently for the duration of the trip home.