Jeff Tobias Winger (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ferrisbuellean) wrote2015-03-22 07:24 pm
ferrisbuellean) wrote2015-03-22 07:24 pm
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Okay, so maybe I was forcing my own desire to get drunk onto you. Which is a pretty dick move.
Glad I could pop that cherry.
How was the hangover?
How was the hangover?
Your binge drinking cherry. So you and ol' punchy have fun last night, huh?
[Jeff Winger is the lucky recipient of one Will Graham tonight, whether he likes it or not, one raised hand rapping on the glass to get his attention. Will's gotten a boost from his shadow.
There is a giant feathered stag acting as a ladder and Will is not at all bothered or disturbed by it, at Jeff Winger's window in Nonah in the middle of the night. He's taking too much effort to keep proper balance to be bothered by anything else, one foot on the beast's head and the other nestled in between two prongs like he's doing nothing more than stuffing his foot in a hole at some indoor wall climbing booth. Although Will (mostly) trusts his shadow not to accidentally skewer him, he's a bit more careful than usual right now.
Except for the part where he could have texted and asked Jeff to let him the door. Or simply knocked.
Will Graham is honestly not on his A game right now, and it's War he comes crawling to without knowing it. From one attention-loving liar to another, so it goes. (Not that Will isn't a liar who enjoys his own sort of attention, either, so perhaps it's simply birds of a feather after all.)
"Little pig, little pig, let me in," said one pig to another.]
There is a giant feathered stag acting as a ladder and Will is not at all bothered or disturbed by it, at Jeff Winger's window in Nonah in the middle of the night. He's taking too much effort to keep proper balance to be bothered by anything else, one foot on the beast's head and the other nestled in between two prongs like he's doing nothing more than stuffing his foot in a hole at some indoor wall climbing booth. Although Will (mostly) trusts his shadow not to accidentally skewer him, he's a bit more careful than usual right now.
Except for the part where he could have texted and asked Jeff to let him the door. Or simply knocked.
Will Graham is honestly not on his A game right now, and it's War he comes crawling to without knowing it. From one attention-loving liar to another, so it goes. (Not that Will isn't a liar who enjoys his own sort of attention, either, so perhaps it's simply birds of a feather after all.)
"Little pig, little pig, let me in," said one pig to another.]
[Perhaps it was too much for Jeff to ask for a night alone with just him and a cheap bottle of scotch. If it wasn't his film crew hassling him about some inane shit, it was some new native client trying to discuss camera time or some jack ass trying to get access to his room via a shadow stag.
Well, actually, that last one didn't happen all that often. This might just be the first time, in fact, which is why Jeff isn't expecting the unusual taptaptap against the glass, too solid and too determined to simply be branches dancing in the wind. The noise was obviously human, and striking enough to startle Jeff from his slouched sprawl against the couch. It's dark out and with the light in his room it makes it difficult to see the culprit of the noise, although that very much does look like a shape at the window between his half-drawn curtains, and shit that's just a little creepy.
But this is Jeff, and Jeff doesn't do scared and tentative any more than any other emotion or feeling that actually involves some level of effort, so he's up and moving towards the window, muscles tense just in case there's fighting that needs doing.]
Will? What the hell?!
[Or maybe not fighting because it's some dumb loser cop that he's half opening the window to.]
Well, actually, that last one didn't happen all that often. This might just be the first time, in fact, which is why Jeff isn't expecting the unusual taptaptap against the glass, too solid and too determined to simply be branches dancing in the wind. The noise was obviously human, and striking enough to startle Jeff from his slouched sprawl against the couch. It's dark out and with the light in his room it makes it difficult to see the culprit of the noise, although that very much does look like a shape at the window between his half-drawn curtains, and shit that's just a little creepy.
But this is Jeff, and Jeff doesn't do scared and tentative any more than any other emotion or feeling that actually involves some level of effort, so he's up and moving towards the window, muscles tense just in case there's fighting that needs doing.]
Will? What the hell?!
[Or maybe not fighting because it's some dumb loser cop that he's half opening the window to.]
[Yeah, he's a jackass, he knows. He's been a jackass all night long, he figures the best spot to commiserate is with another jackass who he hasn't offended on a deep level or probably won't be screwing someone on his couch. Dorian Gray is just so unreliable.
He immediately latches onto the sill when it's opened to him, dude he is coming in. Will's currently a mess, a storm that can't decide if it wants to be a tornado or a hurricane and just keeps going, confused and scattered but keeping on anyway. In fact, as soon as that window gets up enough for Will Graham to get through it, that shadow stag gives him an extra boost. Just what he needs to slide through and right onto the floor like a useless lump of meat having just been forced through a grinder. He even lands half on his side and doesn't immediately move to right himself. The floor is fine for a second.]
Hey. Didn't wanna risk throwing rocks at your window.
[Because it could crack or something, not because Jeff would suddenly take those texted hearts to be legitimate declarations of love. Will looks up at Jeff like he's much more the giant than he ever has been before (Will is not the tallest guy in the first place, okay, down here Jeff should be in charge of a beanstalk), and Jeff might notice that he went from casting no shadow to gaining it back when the stag rushes back where it belongs, meaning it glides right in through Jeff's opened window.
Hey bud, you wanted some horses?]
He immediately latches onto the sill when it's opened to him, dude he is coming in. Will's currently a mess, a storm that can't decide if it wants to be a tornado or a hurricane and just keeps going, confused and scattered but keeping on anyway. In fact, as soon as that window gets up enough for Will Graham to get through it, that shadow stag gives him an extra boost. Just what he needs to slide through and right onto the floor like a useless lump of meat having just been forced through a grinder. He even lands half on his side and doesn't immediately move to right himself. The floor is fine for a second.]
Hey. Didn't wanna risk throwing rocks at your window.
[Because it could crack or something, not because Jeff would suddenly take those texted hearts to be legitimate declarations of love. Will looks up at Jeff like he's much more the giant than he ever has been before (Will is not the tallest guy in the first place, okay, down here Jeff should be in charge of a beanstalk), and Jeff might notice that he went from casting no shadow to gaining it back when the stag rushes back where it belongs, meaning it glides right in through Jeff's opened window.
Hey bud, you wanted some horses?]
[The cutest, not even gonna deny.]
Oh, c'mon. I'm not gonna tell anyone.
Oh, c'mon. I'm not gonna tell anyone.
That's more than enough, pal. Did it seem like enough?
[Fraser, stop being entertaining.]
Well, if you're falling asleep, I'm guessing it was enough. It's when he's poking you awake that you gotta be concerned that he's not satisfied.
Well, if you're falling asleep, I'm guessing it was enough. It's when he's poking you awake that you gotta be concerned that he's not satisfied.
[There's something ridiculously pathetic about how Will slips through the opened window and slithers to the floor, boneless. It's an act Jeff's done time and time again after days of self-pity and it's something he knows, feels and even understands, even if he's not quite sure of Will's own personal struggle.
It's already obvious something is up. That much is clear from the fact that Will has chosen to flop uselessly through Jeff's window on a Saturday evening with the aid of whatever the fuck that dark figure was, rather than actually request company or knock on the door like a normal human being. He's not sure whether he should be annoyed at the interruption or honoured that he's the one Will drags his sorry ass to at a time of possible crisis. Even if there isn't a crisis, the fact that his company has been chosen voluntarily is sort of nice to know.]
Yeah, thanks for the consideration.
[Looming over like the giant he is, more than a little unnerved by that weirdo shift of shadow, but Will is more important than a creepy deer. Instead of running off or kicking the guy out, Jeff opts for offering out a hand.]
C'mon, up you get.
It's already obvious something is up. That much is clear from the fact that Will has chosen to flop uselessly through Jeff's window on a Saturday evening with the aid of whatever the fuck that dark figure was, rather than actually request company or knock on the door like a normal human being. He's not sure whether he should be annoyed at the interruption or honoured that he's the one Will drags his sorry ass to at a time of possible crisis. Even if there isn't a crisis, the fact that his company has been chosen voluntarily is sort of nice to know.]
Yeah, thanks for the consideration.
[Looming over like the giant he is, more than a little unnerved by that weirdo shift of shadow, but Will is more important than a creepy deer. Instead of running off or kicking the guy out, Jeff opts for offering out a hand.]
C'mon, up you get.
[Will looks at that hand in a decidedly odd manner for a brief moment, almost like he has never seen the gesture before. The confusion of someone who comes from a culture where shaking hands simply doesn't happen and they're suddenly faced with another hand and don't know what to do with it. It passes soon enough and Will grabs Jeff's giant yaoi hand, using his other to help push himself up to a stand. He sees scotch and couch, perhaps they can share? Perhaps Jeff should get Will sitting down soon, he doesn't seem too stable on his feet (or in general), but he's not swaying side to side or anything. He just looks...rattled.]
I know it's late, but— [Jeff may note, as close as he is to Will at the moment, if he looks down at him from his beanstalk, that the undershirt he's got on separating plaid shirt and naked chest is actually backwards because he can spot the tag slightly flipped out. Will's either that rattled, that unconcerned, or he came here in a rush. Jeff can decide.] —you never struck me as someone who goes to bed with the sun either.
[He felt it was a logical choice, at least, in the midst of his logic being completely muddled.]
I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
[Jeff can murder dads.
But can he kick out human dogs who look like they'll fall apart at any given moment? Let's find out.]
I know it's late, but— [Jeff may note, as close as he is to Will at the moment, if he looks down at him from his beanstalk, that the undershirt he's got on separating plaid shirt and naked chest is actually backwards because he can spot the tag slightly flipped out. Will's either that rattled, that unconcerned, or he came here in a rush. Jeff can decide.] —you never struck me as someone who goes to bed with the sun either.
[He felt it was a logical choice, at least, in the midst of his logic being completely muddled.]
I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
[Jeff can murder dads.
But can he kick out human dogs who look like they'll fall apart at any given moment? Let's find out.]
Me? Pfft, nah.
[But it has happened.]
But it does happen. To others. Y'know, you finish off and fall asleep, but the lady-- or guy-- isn't done.
[Beat.]
You uh, you had done it before that night, right? Sex, I mean.
[But it has happened.]
But it does happen. To others. Y'know, you finish off and fall asleep, but the lady-- or guy-- isn't done.
[Beat.]
You uh, you had done it before that night, right? Sex, I mean.
Edited 2015-06-15 10:43 (UTC)
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