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[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles had spread out a blanket and had grabbed a couple bottles of booze, including the expensive-as-hell one. He'd also gathered driftwood and built a fairly impressive little fire between them and the water. It was really just to keep himself busy, since as much as he said it didn't bother him, and as much as he'd been playing it cool

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[cheevy]

"I... do kind of want to."

He scoots around, rearranging to lay his head on Pickles' stomach and look up at the sky, holding his hand. "If you'll um... maybe help me figure out how to do it without freezing, that'd be great."

[dingdongdoodily]

"No problem, we can do that. You just gotta know what yer doin' and not worry about it. It's all a matter of practicin', every performer in the world has fear of chokin' up on stage. I've done it, myself, and well, I'm just sorta glad that I was passed out at the time or I'd have been pissed."

He smirked, laying back down entirely, one arm draped over Miniver's shoulder and chest.

Wow, for a good while there, they entirely forgot about what had happened. That felt good.

[cheevy]

Miniver closes his eyes and takes a deep, long breath.

This all helps. A lot.

"You were what?" he asks, opening his eyes and flashing a grin at Pickles.

[dingdongdoodily]

"I told you this, I OD'd on stage once. Tony carried me off, and as soon as I was out of the lights, I came to. I was pretty pissed, anyways. I mean, I still wanted to be on stage, give 'em what they paid fer, but nooo~ fuckin' Candy had to act like a douchebag and walk out on us because apparently he couldn't play with a bunch of amateurs. Fuckin' twat." He snorted.

"Those were tough times."

[cheevy]

"Oh, that. Yeah." Miniver shifts around AGAIN so he can lay next to Pickles with his arms around him and nuzzle his hair.

"We're gonna be okay now. From now on."