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[dingdongdoodily]

Movies procured and booze gotten, Pickles dropped the paper bags near the foot of the bed before trying to wrestle the TV back into work-mode. He did it rather quickly this time, and popped in the movie.

"I dunno, I haven't seen it fer a while. It's pretty dumb from what I remember, but that means we don't have to pay attention to it." He dug

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[cheevy]

Miniver hops onto the bed, pulls one knee up to rest his chin on, and pulls his arms inside his shirt... cocooned and more mousey-looking than he has tended to be lately. He watches Pickles, not speaking, expression curious and a little world-weary.

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles turned back with a smile after loading the pipe, and dropped himself next to the hippie, "Don't worry about it, okay? Past is the past, don't let it effect the now." He offered the pipe to Miniver, smiling wanly.

He took two bottles of gin out of the bag, handing one to Miniver as well, before getting cozy and starting the film. He wanted, for whatever reason, to be close to the poet, and sat closer than usual, one arm wrapped around Miniver's waist.

[cheevy]

Use of hands requires un-cocooning... at least with one arm. He breathes in the smoke, hands the pipe back, takes the bottle, knocks back enough to almost make him cough as he swallows it. He scoots close against Pickles, leans his head on his lover's shoulder, and watches the big screen.

"Kay," he murmurs in response, and certainly means to try to shove it all as far out of his mind as he can.

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles takes the pipe and lights his lighter over it, taking in as much smoke as his lungs would allow, holding it in for longer than most people could hold their breath, exhaling nothing but the lightest bit of smoke. Pro!

He also started in with the booze, not that he'd ever dropped a bottle since he woke up today, but it's been ten minutes! Starting again is an option. But he handed the pipe back to Miniver before actually guzzling the gin, lest he forget.

It didn't take long for him to be completely alright with the world once again. Miniver was right there, the worst sci-fi movie in history was on, and his favorite drinks to date were only an arm's length away.

[cheevy]

And just as soon or sooner, Miniver is right along with Pickles in the Place Of Zen where really, the world ain't so bad after all. Here he is with a pretty shiny pipe and good booze and bad movies and best of all, Pickles. Pickles, who is snuggly and fun and actually seems to like him. In retrospect, Miniver notes that Draco never really seemed to like him very much. He just liked aspects of having him around. Sometimes.

Miniver nuzzles Pickles and nips at the shoulder of his cute long-sleeved shirt and tugs at it. Because it's cute.