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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 3:50:30 GMT -5
Rhys hopped off and took a couple of steps before starting to remove the saddle and various other bits from the horse. "To do which, sit on me for two hours? Let me suggest what to do? Or ride a horse?" He grinned at Blaise.
That was it. If he ever had enough money when he was older, he would get a horse. If he somehow became half as filthy rich as Blaise, three horses- and space enough to ride them right in back of his house (which would be a thousand miles away from civilization and otherwise surrounded by trees).
...Come to think of it, he felt better today than he had since at least before he got mauled.
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 4:00:20 GMT -5
Blaise smirked. "Keep being a smart-ass and I'll tie you up in the limo and use you as a cushion."
He stretched his arms high over his head, relishing the feeling of being able to move on his own again. "Let's go. I haven't had a cheeseburger in months."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 4:15:43 GMT -5
"He-ey, great idea; I'll keep that in mind next time you start takin' everything I say as something sexual."
Rhys followed Blaise out of the stables, wondering if he had finally made another friend.
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 4:54:47 GMT -5
The limo was parked out in front of the stables, right on time, and complete with several bags full of fast food. Blaise tore into the cheeseburger like he'd never seen one before in his life, and managed to drain about half of a chocolate milkshake before the stables were even out of sight. Normally Blaise would have tried to be a little more refined with his eaten, but given they were eating fast food and the only one around was Rhys, he was more than happy to tear into the food like a kid at Christmas.
It only took them a few minutes to get back to Blaise's house, by which point Blaise had gone through a milkshake, a cheeseburger, and a large fry, and had eaten half of an ice cream sundae. Blaise handed the remaining food to Rhys and sent him on up to his room, then slipped down to the wine cellar, trying to stay out of sight of the maid, since he didn't want to get in trouble for taking his mother's good wine.
He ended up choosing a few bottles that were just inexpensive and nondescript enough that his parents probably wouldn't notice they were missing, a bottle of Champagne and a red wine from California, before heading back up to his room.
Blaise plopped down on the edge of his bed and grinned, holding out the bottles to Rhys. "Pick one. We're going to play 'I never.' I'll even be generous and let you go first."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 5:27:05 GMT -5
Rhys grabbed a couple of cheeseburgers the moment Blaise let go of the bag and set into them, eating much more slowly after the first one was down.
When they got back, he half-sat, half-laid on Blaise's bed and looked around at the other boy's room. It was way bigger than his room at home, but he'd expected that; the only reason he even had his own room was because it would have been even more awkward to take up part of Reed's room than it would've been to take up Kathy's, and that had little to do with money. He wondered if Blaise had any friends that actually lived near him, and if so, what they were like.
There was still a bit of food left- mostly ice cream- by the time Blaise came back up, and all the trash had been stuffed into one bag. Rhys looked over both the wine bottles; that looked like... a lot of alcohol.
"You're probably expectin' this question, but what's the difference?"
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 5:37:31 GMT -5
"Well, the Champagne is a lot sweeter and has a lighter taste," he said. "The red wine has a stronger flavor, and it's more sour. I like the Champagne better, but I don't know what you'd prefer."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 5:45:50 GMT -5
Rhys nodded, still looking at the bottles. "All right, then." He took the red wine. "I don't know either, so take the one you like."
"So you just ask something you haven't done, and if the other person has, they take a drink," he repeated. There were a lot of things he could think of that he wanted to ask Blaise, but he wasn't going to start out with any of them. "Uhm. All right. I've never been to the beach. You?"
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 5:51:23 GMT -5
"That's boring," Blaise muttered, but he took a swig from the bottle, then looked at Rhys contemplatively. He wanted to make sure he got Rhys drunk enough for this to be interesting, even if that meant asking him boring questions.
"I've never attended a public school." Blaise smirked.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 6:00:48 GMT -5
Rhys rolled his eyes and looked down at the bottle. He sniffed it a little, pulling his head away and grimacing at the strong smell. Still, he'd agreed; he lifted the bottle up and took a sip.
He coughed hard. Alcohol did not taste like food. Why did people drink this? "Gah..." Rhys licked his lips. "That... doesn't taste near as bad as it smells, at least."
He sat up straight on the bed and thought a minute. "All right, if you're gonna play that... so far as I know, I've never worn anything from someplace more upscale than Wal-Mart."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 6:14:10 GMT -5
Blaise took another swig from the bottle. He was going to have to think of something interesting to ask or this wasn't going to be very fun. Unfortunately, he was fairly certain that Rhys hadn't done much of anything that qualified as "interesting".
"I've never been fishing." It was a stretch, but Rhys seemed like the sort of person who would enjoy fishing and camping, from what little he knew of him.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 6:19:40 GMT -5
Rhys thought about that a moment, then took a drink. Not in years, and he barely remembered it, but it had happened.
"Uhh," he continued. Was he getting tipsy already? How could he tell? He had no idea what feeling tipsy was like. "All right, I've never kissed anyone."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 6:29:06 GMT -5
It sounded like the other boy was starting to loosen up. He probably should have given him the Champagne so that he'd last a little longer, but this was much more fun. And he was finally moving on to something more interesting than where Blaise bought his clothes.
Blaise took a swig, then grinned at Rhys. "Just let me know if you decide you want someone to fix that for you," he teased. "I can even find you a girl, if you really want."
He tapped the side of the bottle. "I've never seen anyone get arrested."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 6:34:08 GMT -5
Rhys gave the bottle an annoyed glare, then took a swig. "Fuckin' hell, if we're bein' fair I'd need half the bottle just for the qualifiers on that one."
"I've never been on a date." Maybe Blaise could guess well, but Rhys could just name off shit he knew from observation.
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 6:44:39 GMT -5
"You know, you really should ask me about things you don't already know. It's much more interesting that way." Blaise rolled his eyes and took another drink.
"I've never lived with a guardian other than my parents."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 6:46:48 GMT -5
Rhys took a drink.
"All right," he said, licking his lips. He gave Blaise an odd look, then smiled. "I've never intentionally used any sort of supernatural powers outside of class."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 6:51:11 GMT -5
So this was the road they were going down, then. He could play that game, too.
Blaise took another drink and looked over at Rhys. "I've never accidentally hurt anyone with my powers."
He was beginning to feel the alcohol, just a little, and he sort of wished he'd grabbed the same thing for both of them that way he could judge how well Rhys was holding up comparatively.
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 6:54:42 GMT -5
Rhys shrugged and took a drink.
"I have never... let's see." He considered his next question. He was pretty damn sure Blaise was some kind a shapeshifter, but not what kind. Probably not a Werewolf, since his family didn't seem to be. Definitely not another lycanthrope. Chosen were fucking scarce. What could Blaise do? Time to take a chance based on what he knew of the boy's personality.
"I've never turned into anything smaller than a golden retriever," he replied.
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 7:02:59 GMT -5
Blaise took a sip from the bottle. "Getting close to figuring it out, hm?" He smirked. "Let me know when you think you've figured it out."
Everything was smelling more and more like Champagne, which meant he was starting to get tipsy.
"I've never been in a car accident."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 7:08:43 GMT -5
"So you are hiding it," Rhys said accusingly. "Man, I could never tell whether you just never said or- what do you turn into, something cute and tiny? A toad?"
He grinned. "First one. Uhm." He was running other of the supernatural stuff, so he decided to go with the questions he really wanted to ask. "I... I have never had sex."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 7:15:55 GMT -5
"Do I look like I turn into a toad?" he asked. "I'm not hiding it. You just haven't asked me nicely enough yet." Blaise shot Rhys a broad grin.
He'd been expecting that question, though, and was almost surprised that Rhys hadn't asked it sooner, given Blaise was about a third of the way through his bottle. He took another drink.
"I've never stolen anything."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 7:18:48 GMT -5
Rhys blew air out of his cheeks and lay back a little. He had no idea why he'd asked that and less idea why the answer made him feel strange. He waved the bottle a little, but didn't take a drink.
"I've never... actually been in love with anybody."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 7:32:12 GMT -5
Blaise looked away for a moment, staring off at something in the distance. He looked back at the bottle, but didn't drink this time. That one kind of hurt a little, and he wasn't sure why.
It was hard thinking of questions to ask Rhys. Most of the things he would normally ask he already knew the answer to. Rhys at least claimed he'd never even had a crush on anyone, let alone dated or been kissed, and anything else he wanted to know about Rhys was much to vague to phrase as an 'I never' question.
He decided to ask something Rhys would probably have to drink for, since Rhys hadn't drunk for a few questions. "I've never had to wear secondhand clothes."
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 7:37:43 GMT -5
Huh. What was that expression for? Rhys took a swig.
"Soo... all right," he mumbled, then looked up at Blaise and spoke up. "Blaise, could y'- pretty please tell me what y'are and why y'went to Dunehelden for it?" He looked sincere.
"And, uh, I have never... ffft," he cut off. "I've never wanted to ask these damn questions before you started asking me, does that count? Why the hell would I want to know who you've fucked? Goddamnit..."
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Post by Blaise Park on Jun 1, 2010 7:48:37 GMT -5
He snorted. "I don't know whether I'm supposed to drink on that or not. You're not going to be an angry drunk, are you? If you're going to be angry, I'd much rather have you sober. And besides, you didn't ask me who. That wouldn't be a yes or no question."
He thought for a moment, scooting closer to Rhys on the bed and laying on his side. "What would you do if I told you?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on Jun 1, 2010 7:56:28 GMT -5
Rhys wilted a little. "Sorry. I'm not angry, I just... I don't know what the hell to do with you. One minute you're this great guy, the next you're goin' outta your way to be a pain in my ass."
He rubbed the back of his neck, staring down at Blaise. "Do? Uhm, thank you? I ain't gonna make fun of ya or anythin' if it's somethin' strange, got enough things to do there... I mean, 'less you start... bein' worse than usual, like hurtin' me." He got quieter and quieter as the sentence went on.
"Uhm," he tried again. "I have never... had a friend for more'n a couple years."
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