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 As I said in a broadcast message, this chapter is the result of beer so I apologize in advance.

Also there's me cosplaying as Patty to the right. Ignore the knife... Also the bear between my legs is the bear Verger cuddles!

     Lorn, Pat and Verger were in an old abandoned train, the locomotive to be exact. Old, in the sense that it used to function on burning coals.

     The shovel was currently handled by Pat, who was using it as a microphone stand to sing along with Verger, who took it upon himself to take care of his friends' faith by 'controlling' the train. He was surrounded by the control stand with its levers, buttons, dusted screens and switches.

     "Metal wounds not healing! Life's a bitter shame!" they yelled along with the phone. "I'm going off the rails on a crazy train!" headbang headbang headbang. "I'm going off the rails on a crazy train!" [mel to the right]

     Lorn sat in the first wagon, on a seat with the leather on it chipped off and plush spilling out. He was lining a hit on a piece of cardboard carefully, though the task wasn't easy and the reason was the bottle of Jack Daniels by his foot.

     The powder, along with the short straw were procured by Pat. She was obviously corrupted, drinking as much as them and proving to care none about anything in general.

     Once he snorted, Lorn pressed his nostril to the back of his hand and kept sniffing until the powder went all the way in, then gulped. With a sigh, he leaned back and looked out what was left of the window across from him.

     The sky was steadily brightening up, fading from the blackness above to the light blue at the horizon, ending in a trace of yellow hidden behind tall, black buildings that to Lorn looked like tall planks hula-hooping.

     Suddenly, every detail before his eyes came into focus all at once. The unglued corners of the dark maroon wallpapers, the fading black, flowery model on them, the dust on the remaining glass, the fly trailing up a chair, the wrinkles in said chair's leather.

     Lorn leaned forwards, his neck stretched, and sighed deeply before rolling his head. He fisted his hair and tugged at it, the strands that escaped his fingers misinterpreted as sand by his conscience, or lack thereof.

     Then his head found itself tilted towards his friends. They were still partying, the melody fading in and out as if it was sneaking through one ear and leaking out of the other. The scenery wasn't more stable either.

     For a couple of seconds he saw them headbanging, but then he blinked heavily and they were making out. And by the law of contrast, Lorn came to observe how tall and manly his friend stood next to the girl, gripping Patty's waist and leaning into her almost comically, with his chest slightly tilted towards Lorn as if they were posing for a movie poster.

      Then Lorn blinked again and they were rocking as previously, Verger at the control stand and Patty singing at the shovel, but another blink brought their kissing figures back, and he had to observe how well they fit together.

     A shadow contoured Verger's jaw perfectly as it opened and closed, just below his strands of hair so dark they mixed with the background. Patty clung to the sleeveless shirt he had from the hobo, causing more holes to ruin the material.

     It saddened Lorn, for some reason, the fact that Verger wasted all of that alpha potential to let himself be handled by men. Comparing how he looked now, towering above Pat's fragile form, dominating her mouth and swaying after her like a snake, to how he'd look after Lorn would as little as peck his cheek or hug him... his shoulders slightly raised and that sheepish smile that wrinkled his nose...

     ...Now, Verger looked just wrong.

     "Why are you kissing?" he snapped, inexplicably intrigued and eager to satisfy his curiosity all of a sudden.

     Verger pulled back, but the tips of his and Patty's tongues swirled around some more before he fully turned his head towards Lorn.

     "Why not?"

     "Because... because you're gay." Lorn sighed, rubbing his forehead and trying to focus on his friends.

     "Excusé moi but until now my gayty seemed to be a problem, why's you complanating now?" the man slurred.

     "I'm not." Lorn looked downwards to happily remember the Jack Daniels. He picked it up and drank.

     "That's what I dought." Verger snapped, strolling towards Lorn, near whom a portion of the wall was completely fallen off. One of the stained hoodies he's had was wrapped around his waist, swaying with his steps, and the other hoodie was on Pat, who didn't seem to notice or mind the stains.

     Lorn and the girl followed him out, but the blonde skipped ahead of the man, not before stealing the alcohol from his grip. And so Lorn was left watching the two as they fooled around, Parry shoving Verger away only for the man to tug her into a hug and swing her left and right like she weighted nothing.

     Lorn stopped moving, just to try and understand the surroundings since only his friends were in focus. Ahead of them there was the abandoned train station with naked trees surrounding it, the summer steadily approaching fall, leaf by leaf.

     There was a rain of them, giving Lorn the impression of an invert-colored winter. Dark snowflakes (leaves), grey grass (concrete), black tree trunks (buildings), black clouds (smoke from a factory), it all dominated Lorn's realm into helpless anomaly, until he gripped his face and let himself crouch down before planting his butt on the unstable ground.

     He watched four boots walk away, two of them black, big and heavy, and two orange, short and dangling, with the laces undone.

     The orange ones stopped, turning towards him. After shuffling around a little, they started hopping towards him, first one then the other as if they were being gentlemen with each other. 'After you', would say the left, and 'after you' would say the other.

     Lorn blinked several times, and then Verger was right in front of him. His skin consisted of two shades, paper white face and eggplant dark circles.

     "You okay, baby?" Verger's head cocked to the side, icicles brushing Lorn's jaw in the form of his friend's fingers. "I'm sorry I kissed Patty, forgive me."

     "I don't care." Lorn felt his tongue and lips move by their own, and heard a voice that mimicked his.

     "I do." Verger's light brown eyes caught Lorn's blue ones. "We've has a moment just hours ago and I walk about... kissing girls, I just dun know what happened I kinda sorta felt lick- like kissing her."

      "I don't care." Lorn said quietly, since Verger was getting closer and so there was no need to raise his voice above a whisper. "I don't want us to kiss, Verger."

     The man stopped his pursed lips inches away from Lorn's and sighed, lowering to his knees and approaching the man slowly. Then, he placed his head on Lorn's chest, then his shoulder, and settled himself down as if Lorn's crossed legs were a nest.

     Lorn cradled him and started swinging gently, without any particular reason. Looking up, he saw with a pout that Patty was recording them, and judging by her approaching stumble the quality wouldn't be too great.

     "I wanna soother..." Verger complained.

     Lorn glanced down at him and then at Pat, who was now towering above them, snorting and chuckling.

     "Can... can I breastfeed him?"

     "No, no, oh no one wants to see that, all right?" Patty covered her phone's camera with the Jack Daniels.

     "My friend must be fed!" Lorn cried, lowering his head and observing Verger's hazy eyes, so close that their eyelashes were touching.

     "What am I gun do now?" Verger whispered sorrowfully while blowing Lorn's strands of hair away from his face.

     The man pouted. "Drink an egg."

     "Oh, Lorn." Verger cupped his jaw. "You always said the right things."

 

     Lorn woke up to the sound of last night. He frowned confused, opening his eyes and closing them with a wince once the position he was in kicked at his bones.

     He was randomly sprawled on his couch, one leg on the backrest and the other bent awkwardly to make place for Verger, who was in a fetus position, hugging Patty's leather boot because he loved its strong scent of leather.

     Pat herself was standing up in her black bra and boxers, eating a bowl of cereals with her eyes glued to the TV. She was really thin and fragile looking, with long, graceful legs and hourglass torso. But Lorn wasn't even pretending to be admiring those, instead his eyes were glued to her bum, round and small and cute.

     Patty scoffed, darting some strands of hair back to join the others that ticked her back.

     "Stop eyeing my butt and look." she waved the remote, stepping aside so that Lorn would see the TV.

     It was Lorn cradling Verger, swinging him left and right while holding the Jack Daniels to his friend's mouth. He looked at the camera with a pout.

     "I want a kid one day." he said. "My maternal instincts are tingling."

     "Right, not paternal?" Pat asked from behind the phone.

     "No, I wanna equality! I'll breastfeed George Bush until he allows- allows us to nurse our babies like nature wanted us to." Lorn kept the bottle pressed to Verger's mouth despite the man struggling to push it away.

     "Um, right, but Obama's around now."

     Lorn blinked. "I'll ask for George, I know people there they'll let me speak to him, four eyes just us. Verger you okay what's the matter buddy?"

     The video switched to an earlier moment from last night, with Patty stomping and flailing her arms and Lorn headbanging while hanging with his legs by a bar for beating carpets. The melody on the background was, naturally, Lollipop by Mika.

     "Oh wow." Lorn said with a raspy voice. Then, he inched from the position that was slowly but surely killing him. He groaned with each internal pop, of which were enough to wake Verger up.

     The man sniffed deeply, hugging the boot closer.

     "Morning." Patty greeted, her head upside down as she lowered to the man's level.

     "I gotta piss..." he replied, climbing the couch's backrest and letting himself drop to the floor. Lorn watched him go with a sigh and slumped down.

     "That man." Lorn said, rubbing his face.

     "Speaking of, what's between you two anyway?" Pat asked, clicking the remote to switch to another video, of Verger happily humping Lorn's leg while the man smoked calmly.

     "Shit." Lorn complained, remembering the dry hump back at the warehouse. "Don't... know, shut up. Go make me a sandwich while you're at it. Why am I nearly naked?"

     "Because we had black underwear dance party, remember, right?"

     "I- I wasn't wearing black boxers yesterday."

     "Neither was Verger."

     Lorn gawked at the girl and then to the right him upon hearing Verger exit the bathroom. He was wearing one of Lorn's boxer briefs, visibly lower than they're supposed to be.

     Lorn went to complain, but his friend started voicing a low rhythm, approaching slowly. "Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun, dun dun dun..." Lorn just watched in dumbfound until Verger reached the couch and then: "DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN, DUN DUN DUN!" while he threw himself on top of Lorn, trashing around in a two-men moshpit.

     Lorn growled and punched blindly while Verger just wiggled all around until they found themselves on the floor, wrestling. Nearly naked.

     "Could you stop being fun and hot for one second, there's only so much space I have on my phone." Pat complained, placing the bowl of cereals down to get on recording.

     Lorn by then had Verger in an... entire body lock, really, the only free part of his friend was a leg, swinging around blindly and helplessly. The 'dun dun dun' had yet to stop.

     "Say uncle!" he growled.

     Verger struggled some more and managed to free his arms, though he couldn't do much from there but flail them around before letting them drop on Lorn's shoulders.

     "Say it!" Lorn insisted, at which Verger only resumed moving around until he managed to rise and pin Lorn down for nearly five seconds before the man shoved him back down. This could've been less difficult if Lorn wasn't nearly naked, that was certainly distracting.

     Verger's voice was muffled by the floor, his head pinned under one of Lorn's arms. He tugged at his hair. "What was that?"

     "Let's go on a date."

     Lorn let his muscles relax so that all of his efforts went from physical to mental, in attempt to decipher what, just what.

     Verger, catching him with his guard down, completely failed at tackling Lorn and only found himself in yet another position. He would be sure to note them down for future reference.

     "The fuck?" Lorn snapped eventually.

     "The first one to bleed looses, and if I win we go on date, if not whatever."

     "If you lose we never ever do gay shit again, how bout that!"

     Verger puffed in inconvenience, or perhaps he was just panting since his position didn't seem to be agreeing with his anatomy.

     "Fine." he groaned.

     Patty put her phone away and sat down, crossing her legs and watching intrigued.

     Verger hooked a leg around Lorn's, tugging before rolling around and pinning him down. From there, he quickly settled himself in a suspiciously strategic position that kept the other man down.

     "What the fuck!" Lorn said.

     "Five years of aikido!" Verger laughed.

     "Fuck your aikido." Lorn freed an arm and elbowed Verger in the neck, then hugged his head and rose to his feet, dragging his friend towards the kitchen with Patty following.

     "What're you doing!"

     "You're about to be bleeding, I'll wash you at the sink like last time remember?"

     Verger raised both his legs to his chest, causing Lorn to stumble from his weight. Verger twisted around and bit Lorn's shoulder, but then Lorn slammed him to a wall, shoving an arm to his naked chest.

     He gripped Verger's jaw, keeping his head still, and raised a fist. His friend's eyes widened helplessly and he tried to say something but the fingers kept his jaw immobile. Then, Lorn punched his nose.

      "Dude!" Verger yelled, cupping his nose while blood leaked between his fingers. "You fuck!" he took hold of Lorn's hair and slammed his head onto the TV, all the while Patty was laughing hysterically.

     Lorn slowly got up, a hand over his bleeding mouth. "What the fuck was that for." he said calmly, glaring at the man.

     "I'm not just gonna stand and bleed by myself." he justified.

     "Jesus, guys, take this to the bathroom." Pat eyed the puddle forming on the dark wood floor and sidestepped it to grab the guys' hands and lead the way.

     Once there, Verger sat on the rim of the bathtub while Lorn sat on the toilet, with the sink between them.

     "Fuck, there's blood everywhere." Patty murmured while wiping Lorn's chin stubble.

     "Surely you're used to the concept." the man smirked. Pat swatted his head and moved to Verger grumpily. Lorn aimed the smirk at his friend then, but it faded when he saw him all sad.

     "What's your problem?" he asked.

     Verger didn't acknowledge him, choosing to lower his head and look around the bathroom with his back hunched while Patty stuffed toilet paper in his nostril.

     "It was fair game don't give me that shit!" Lorn said.

     Patty leaned down, trying to catch his eyes. "You okay there boo?"

     Verger peeked at Lorn from between his strands of hair and then went closer to Pat and whispered. "I just wanted to go on a date with him, Patty."

     Lorn pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

     "I know, I know love, straights will be straights. They just think with their fists, right? Look what he did to you." Patty cooed, brushing his hair and hugging his head, with her breasts conveniently in the way.

     Lorn tsked. "Quit the crap."

     Verger hugged Patty's waist tightly for several seconds, then stood up and slowly made his way out of the bathroom. Lorn hooked a finger around the waist of his, (his own) boxers that Verger was wearing and the man just kept going, uncaring of the exposure of his butt crack.

     "Get back here!" Lorn ordered, letting go of the band and laughing as it slapped Verger in the rear, sending him a few steps forwards.

     He got up and went after Verger, who was pulling on his jeans.

     "What're you doing?" Lorn asked, eyeing his boxers until the pants covered them.

     "Dressing up." Verger answered in a faint voice.

     Lorn looked at his defined six pack and shoved it, merely curious of how muscled he was. "Why?"

     Verger rolled his eyes. "Well we can't do gay shit anymore, and I guess hanging out in boxers is not that hetero."

     "Come on, man." Lorn said, but Verger only glanced to the side, at Patty. That specific angle made Lorn take a double take over his long, smooth neck and defined Adam's apple, and the two dark lines of his collar bones, along with the muscles of his lowered shoulders.

     He placed a hand on the crook of his neck, shaking him. "Why are you being like this."

     Verger glanced at him from the corner of his eyes for a second then looked at the ground, scratching an elbow. Then, he shrugged Lorn's hand off.

     "F-fine, fuck." Lorn sighed. "Let's just forget the whole bet, 'kay?" he said, because whereas he didn't appreciate being randomly humped, he couldn't see their friendship working in lack of occasional faggotery.

     Verger glanced at him once again, his lower lip shaky until the corners of his lips finally gave up and raised. He stepped closer to Lorn and hugged him slowly, his naked skin smooth and warm as his body slid nicely into the man's embrace.

     Lorn hugged him back, going as far as gripping the hair at the back of his neck. Verger grinned over his shoulder.

     "Since you gave up your part of the bet, I get mine, right?"

     "No, Verger, why would you want to go on a date anyway! You don't like me like that."

     "Is that an imposition?"

     "Yes."

     "Fuck your system." Verger pulled back. "Look, it'll be like hanging out but we hold hands. What's the big deal. Come on it'll be fun!"

     Lorn rubbed his face.

     "If you don't say yes I'll show the vids to people, and we all know it's a small street, right." Patty swung her phone with a fake pout.

     Lorn stumbled to the couch and slumped down miserably, barely getting the time to sigh before Pat threw herself on top of him and Verger followed.

     "I don't like you two coexisting." Lorn murmured.

     "Is that a yes?" Verger asked.

     "I won't pay for shit."

     "Don't need to, just wear something pretty for me."

     "How about your fucking skin you cheeky little shit!"

     "Planning to get inside me so soon?"

     "I want new friends."

Editing this took more than writing it x_x but here goes! Who's pumped for the date? :'D

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