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[spah]

Another Friday night, another day off coming up. Engineer was tired, but not so much that he wouldn't get in a few celebratory beers for a job well done. Not too much, though. He had avoided drinking more than the occasional beer since the whole "incident" with Spy a few weeks ago, much less thinking about it.

Until recently, though, when he caught himself imagining it again. The idea of "making it up" to him. Awkard as it was, it was the only real memory he had of his past times with the man that weren't blackout drunk. Maybe he was just feeling especially licentious, maybe it was the fact he <i>knew</i> he found Spy attractive at times, but it was hard not to find himself drifting to everything that was <i>right</i> about that morning and...

God dammit, nevermind. He <i>was</i> horny.

Point being, he didn't want to be too tired, sore, or inebriated by the time they got a chance alone. The poker game in their unofficial "lounge" room had finally died down for the night, and everyone had left except for Engineer and Spy. The other merc was quiet for a while, idly adjusting at his guitar. With other things on his mind now, though, he couldn't care less whether the damn thing was tuned.

"So. Good game."

Look, give him a sec. He doesn't normally initiate stuff like this out of the blue.

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[spah]

Oh, no. Engie just wanted a compliment. An ego boost, for the ego he pretends he doesn't have sometimes. He's definitely not ready for round two.

"Oh, nah. Word's plenty. That's, uh... that's mainly what I meant, somethin' like... that."

He tries to put the words together, but his eyes are already closed, and he's now fully dozing.

Sorry, man. It's the bed.

[crabbmarche]

Finally. Spy carefully tries to untangle himself from Engie as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb him so that he can climb out of the bed.

He'll only be gone for a few minutes, folding up clothes, putting them away, retrieving the belt Engie threw across the room - just tidying up in general. It's the only thing he can think to do right now.

He doesn't do the whole... 'touching' thing very much. He'll be down for it more if he's more tired. But in the meantime, he'll grab a copy of Dapper Cadaver while he's up before laying back down with the same amount of care as when he got up.

[spah]

If Engie had anything to say about that, it doesn't matter, because he slept for a good few hours. Only a few, as he wakes up fairly early, but it's the best damn sleep he's gotten in a while.

Remind him to ask Spy where he got that mattress, because damn.

When he gets dressed and leaves, it's not really goodbye, a good night, or even a good morning. Engie didn't do the casual sex thing much himself, and though he didn't mind - anything he was used to doing the morning after (nestling up against one another, homemade breakfast, etc.) felt a little much. So it all ends in a "see you later', and the merc is off back to his own room.

It's the weekend now, and Engineer's in a damn good mood now. By the time everyone else starts stirring, there's an energetic pluck of a guitar outside.

Spy might get a kick out of the tune that follows.