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Typist: In which Arthur, Harker, and Quincey get slightly drunk and the DF mansion is hot.
[08:06] Jonathan: *smiles at Quincey*
[08:06] Jonathan: *and Arthur!*
[08:06] Arthur: *smiles at them both, a little unsettled*
[08:07] Quincey: Howdy. *smile!*
[08:07] Jonathan: Hello. *smiles a bit awkwardly*
[08:08] Arthur: Hello, you two. It's a bit of a reunion.
[08:08] Jonathan: Haha. *slightly strained smile* ....How are you, Mr. Holmwood?
[08:09] Arthur: *has already had a few drinks this evening* ...still trying to let it all sink it, John. But managing. And yourself?
[08:10] Jonathan: Shall we sit down? *smiles and sits on a couch* ...I don't know what to think, myself.
[08:11] Arthur: Sitting is good. *sits beside him and motions to Quincey* It's all a bit... unreal.
[08:12] Jonathan: Yes...yes, you would figure that...it'd be over.
[08:12] Quincey: *flops down* You'd think, wouldn't you?
[08:12] Arthur: Or hope, certainly.
[08:16] Quincey: Have either of you seen Mina around yet? Jack said she was here, but I haven't caught a -glimpse- yet.
[08:16] Arthur: I haven't, no. I'd rather like to see her well. *looks at Jonathan*
[08:17] Jonathan: ...Mina is..
[08:17] Jonathan: ....is.
[08:18] Jonathan: *fidgets nervously* I do not know where.
[08:20] Arthur: ...*pats Jonathan's shoulder* She'll be around. I'm sure of it.
[08:20] Quincey: *feels sorry about bringing it up now* 'course she will.
[08:20] Jonathan: *smiles* ..Would you both like a drink?
[08:21] Quincey: ... that'd be nice. *RELIEF*
[08:21] Arthur: ...god, yes.
[08:21] Jonathan: *smiles a bit and pours brandy for them and himself*
[08:23] Arthur: *downs brandy quickly*
[08:24] Jonathan: *drinks a bit too eagerly* ...Better. Better.
[08:25] Quincey: *stares at his glass a moment before tossing it down*
[08:25] Quincey: . . . -much.-
[08:25] Arthur: ...I can't say I've ever needed the stuff more.
[08:26] Jonathan: ..Would you both like some more?
[08:26] Quincey: *nod!*
[08:27] Arthur: Please.
[08:27] Jonathan: *laughs and pours them another glass, as well as another for himself* ...As long as we know when to stop.
[08:29] Quincey: 'course. *drinks!*
[08:33] Jonathan: ...I mean. We -do- know when to stop, don't we?
[08:33] Arthur: Of course we do.
[08:33] Arthur: *...whenwewakeuptomorrow*
[08:34] Jonathan: *smiles a bit uncertainly, and downs his glass* So another glass won't hurt.
[08:34] Quincey: *wry smile* Don't tell me you Englishmen don't know your limits! Reserve is supposed to be your specialty, y'know.
[08:34] Jonathan: Haha, yes, quite. Well... when I'm a bit...flustered, I really tend to overdo things.
[08:35] Arthur: All I say is that my nerves need calming. *drinks*
[08:35] Jonathan: As do mine! So it's quite fine. *pours himself another drink*
[08:39] Quincey: *nods decisively* It's understandable, us all bein' a bit on-edge. No one could blame us for it. *pours another drink*
[08:40] Arthur: *also pours another drink, though he started before he got here* This business is a terrible introduction to a new place.
[08:41] Quincey: *laughs weakly* Try comin' back from the dead to it.
[08:41] Jonathan: *sighs and drinks* Good heavens! Where is God's mercy?
[08:42] Arthur: *drinks and closes his eyes briefly* I'm beginning to wonder if he has any left.
[08:43] Jonathan: ...Oh God, Mr. Holmwood, please don't say that.
[08:44] Arthur: *pinches the bridge of his nose* Can you honestly blame me, John?
[08:44] Jonathan: *stares helplessly* No -- no....not at all. Come now, Mr. Holmwood...don't worry...there there. *pats him awkwardly*
[08:46] Quincey: Well, we've needed it often enough, haven't we? So maybe we've overdrawn our accounts.
[08:46] Quincey: *is a bit surprised at himself, whoa*
[08:46] Arthur: *doesn't mind patting at all*
[08:47] Arthur: *but shhh* Now there's a thought, Quincey.
[08:48] Jonathan: *blinks* ...Well. I -- I refuse to believe such a preposterous thing.
[08:48] Quincey: . . . Lord. I didn't mean that, not really. *takes another drink* I don't know what I'm saying.
[08:50] Jonathan: It's all right. It's only the alcohol. *downs another glass, and feels his mind become hazy*
[08:50] Quincey: Probably. You think we ought to slow down? *doesn't!*
[08:51] Jonathan: No, we'll stop each other.
[08:51] Arthur: *pours himself another drink* We will. We need this.
[08:51] Jonathan: Yes; a bit of letting go never hurt anyone, haha. *downs another glass, and laughs*
[08:53] Arthur: *laughs too* That's for sure. *pours John another glass*
[08:53] Jonathan: *smiles* Thank you, Sir. *downs it*
[08:54] Arthur: *pours himself another and follows suit*
[08:55] Jonathan: *head tilts to one side* ...Much better. *drinks another glass*
[08:56] Quincey: Yeah. World looks a little better now, doesn't it?
[08:56] Jonathan: Mmm....warm colors.
[08:56] Quincey: *and blurry, actually*
[08:57] Arthur: Rather pleasing. *is feeling rather warm and comfortable*
[08:58] Quincey: *definitely feeling pleasantly hazy*
[08:58] Jonathan: *leans back against the couch and sighs happily, while slowly drinking* ...Rather hot in here, isn't it..?
[08:58] Quincey: A bit, yeah. *tugs at collar*
[08:58] Jonathan: ....Would you all mind terribly if I took off my coat..?
[08:59] Arthur: Not at all. I think I might do the same.
[08:59] Jonathan: *shrugs off his coat and smiles*
[09:00] Arthur: *pulls off own coat and lays it neatly on the couch beside him*
[09:02] Jonathan: *glances at Arthur, and then smiles at Quincey* Come now, you can take off your coat as well. You'll make me quite uncomfortable if you stay fully decent.
[09:03] Quincey: *shrugs off his coat* Couldn't have that, could we?
[09:04] Jonathan: *laughs* No! *takes a long drink and sways a bit*
[09:05] Arthur: *braces his shoulder against Harker's* Not at all. *reaches for another drink*
[09:05] Quincey: *hesitates a second, and removes his necktie, too* [[Scandal!]]
[09:05] Arthur: [GASP!]
[09:06] Jonathan: *undoes his own cravat/tie and lets it hang around his neck* Mmm.... *leans against Arthur*
[09:07] Arthur: Still warm in here, is it?
[09:08] Jonathan: Yes, quite!
[09:09] Quincey: Very. Can't think why...
[09:09] Arthur: Quite odd, that.
[09:09] Jonathan: *takes another drink, laughs, and unbuttons the top button of his shirt* Don't mind me.
[09:09] Quincey: *doesn't mind at all!*
[09:10] Arthur: *doesn't mind AT ALL*
[09:10] Arthur: *...*
[09:10] Quincey: *. . . brainthief!*
[09:10] Arthur: *...is rather glad Quincey was thinking the same thing, however*
[09:10] Arthur: *surreptitiously undoes own necktie*
[09:11] Jonathan: *watches Arthur, slightly flushed*
[09:14] Quincey: *takes another drink before rolling back his sleeves*
[09:15] Jonathan: *smiles at Quincey* Stop me, won't you, Mr. Morris? You most likely have more tolerance for this poison than I do..
[09:15] Arthur: Oh, it's not poison. It's good for the spirits.
[09:16] Jonathan: A poision with benefits...*smiles, takes another drink, and leans his head on Arthur' shoulder*
[09:17] Quincey: *shrug* Preachers back home were real fond of talking about the evils of alchohol.
[09:19] Arthur: *does wrap arm around Harker. to support him. yeah.*
[09:21] Jonathan: *blinks and smiles* Well, then! *drapes an arm around Quincey's shoulder and pulls him to them* ...We can stay together because we have hope.
[09:22] Arthur: *grins at Quincey and Jonathan* Hope's all we need, then. Hope and friendship.
[09:24] Jonathan: Even without Mina, or....any of them...we're fine.
[09:24] Quincey: *nod* We've made it through before.
[09:24] Arthur: ...*thinks about Lucy* ...*quietly* We'll it through this, too.
[09:24] Jonathan: *smiles and takes a long drink* We will, I promise....
[09:25] Arthur: *sighs* ...we have to.
[09:26] Quincey: Maybe I'm too optimistic, but I don't think it can be worse'n last time.
[09:27] Arthur: *winces* ...I fear discovering that you're wrong, Quince.
[09:27] Jonathan: *laughs* You are quite right, Mr. Morris! *smiles at Arthur Holmwood and speaks softly* I can't bear to see you in such a state, Mr. Holmwood...
[09:28] Arthur: *softly too* ...I can barely bear being in such a state, Jonathan.
[09:28] Jonathan: Then don't be... all right?
[09:30] Quincey: *is tempted to pour another drink, but doesn't particularly feel like moving, and leans into Johnathan a bit more instead*
[09:30] Jonathan: *leans his head against Quincey's shoulder now*
[09:31] Arthur: *sighs at Jonathan and tightens the arm around him* ...I'll try, but I'm making no promises.
[09:32] Jonathan: ..How can we help?
[09:32] Arthur: ...you help whatever you do. *chuckle* You know that, John.
[09:33] Jonathan: *smiles slowly and takes Holmwood's hand*
[09:33] Arthur: *holds his hand tightly.... and mannishly*
[09:36] Jonathan: *has the decency to blush* ...But, I mean, anything I could actually do. As in....pour you another drink? *does so*
[09:37] Arthur: *is a bit too drunk to blush* Oh. Yes, please. *wobbles* I could use one.
[09:37] Quincey: *chuckle* Good thing we can all hold our liquor, isn't it?
[09:38] Jonathan: *smiles* Drink, then. *takes a long drink from his own glass* ....Ohhh, yes! An excellent thing. *clutches Quincey's shoulder to support himself*
[09:39] Arthur: *downs his new drink and settles back against Jonathan* Would be terrible of us to get drunk, after all.
[09:40] Jonathan: Mmm, -terribly-....... *flushes again when he realizes how close Holmwood is to him*
[09:42] Quincey: *thinks John looks nice when he blushes-- I MEAN. Um. Thinks it's still warm?*
[09:42] Arthur: *slightly amused look at the flushing* Why, John, you're a bit red. Still warm?
[09:43] Jonathan: ...Oh....yes, very uncomfortably.... you both look quite warm as well... I suppose, if I took off my waistcoat, you both would not mind...?
[09:43] Arthur: Oh no, for certainly you would excuse us doing the same?
[09:43] Quincey: I don't see any ladies around, so it ought to be all right.
[09:43] Jonathan: *laughs and takes off his waistcoat* Oh, that's better...
[09:44] Quincey: *follows suit* Yes, -much- better.
[09:45] Arthur: *does the same and also undoes his top button*
[09:45] Quincey: *kicks off his shoes and leans back again with a sigh*
[09:45] Jonathan: *quick, surreptitious glance at them both, then flushes darkly because what the hell is he thinking?*
[09:46] Quincey: *is right there with you, John!*
[09:47] Arthur: *isn't really thinking, so.*
[09:47] Jonathan: *oh...oh good....* Well, then...*settles back between them*
[09:55] Quincey: *trying not to watch either John or Arthur too intently, so takes a -long- drink*
[09:56] Jonathan: *long, peripheral-visiony glance at Quincy, while he drinks*
[09:57] Arthur: *shifts a bit, unconsciously pressing against Jonathan*
[09:57] Jonathan: *strained little noise*
[09:59] Quincey: *nearly chokes on the last of his drink because of the sound*
[10:00] Arthur: *jumps a bit... rubbing against John -more-*
[10:00] Jonathan: *sharp gasp* Don't -do- that! *blushes*
[10:01] Arthur: ...*confused* Huhwhat?
[10:01] Jonathan: *clears his throat* ...you're...you're trying... Nothing -- nothing, never mind. I'm sorry.
[10:02] Quincey: *sets down his glass, not that his hand is, you know, -shaking- or anything, of course not*
[10:03] Jonathan: *moves more against Quincey, because that Arthur Holmwood is bad news*
[10:05] Arthur: *...is still confused* John, are you alright? Maybe-- maybe you've had too much to drink.
[10:05] Jonathan: *embarrassed laugh and another long drink* No, no...I'm just... just need to calm down. It's fine. I'm fine. Quite all right. *smiles and blushes*
[10:06] Arthur: Ah. Well, I understand a bit of--- jumpiness. *pats* Believe me.
[10:06] Holmes-Library: Please tell me..
[10:07] Holmes-Library: I've been mulling over everything and I confess I am at a loss..
[10:09] Jonathan: *leans more against Quincey* Yes...yes, yes, we're all a bit tense... *realizes he's breathing a bit too heavily and undoes a button on his shirt*
[10:09] Arthur: *...totally doesn't stare*
[10:10] Quincey: *doesn't either ... lingeringly*
[10:11] Quincey: . . . so. *cough* There's got to be something a little more cheerful to talk about.
[10:11] Jonathan: *smiles at them both* ....Lovely weather, isn't it... *undoes another button*
[10:12] Quincey: *shakes self and averts eyes* Oh, yes. Very . . . *falters slightly* very warm
[10:12] Arthur: ...*blatant stare* ...er. Yes. Warm. Not what I'd expect at all.
[10:13] Jonathan: *undoes another button slowly, pausing to take a drink* .....Lovely...though yes, much too warm...
[10:14] Arthur: *slight coughchoke* Much... far too warm.
[10:15] Quincey: *nods, glancing back at Harker from the corner of his eye*
[10:15] Jonathan: *downs another glass and sways* Ohh... yes, and, no rain.
[10:21] Quincey: . . . I think I ought to go. Er. It's getting late.
[10:22] Quincey: *needs a cold shower liek whoa*
[10:22] Arthur: ...ah. Er, yes. *sideways glance at Harker* Perhaps we should... er.
[10:22] Jonathan: Oh! ...Well, then...
[10:22] Jonathan: ...*stops leaning against him* Good night....
[10:22] Quincey: *is a little disapponited*
[10:22] Quincey: *or, maybe disappointed*
[10:23] Quincey: ... yeah. Good night, then. *exits, quickly*
[10:23] * Quincey has left #desperatefans
[10:23] Arthur: *still leaning against Harker* ...well.
[10:24] Jonathan: *leans back* Well....he's gone. *takes a long drink*
[10:24] Arthur: ...so. so he is. *reaches for his own drink*
[10:24] Jonathan: *catches Arthur's hand and smiles* ...No worrying.
[10:25] Arthur: *smiles at the hands and then at Harker* ...not with you and Quince here.
[10:26] Jonathan: *leans more against him* God, you're warm...*undoes another button*
[10:27] Arthur: *I'llsay* *swallows hard and undoes a few of his own to distract himself* Unseasonably warm.
[10:27] Jonathan: *turns slightly and undoes a button on Arthur's shirt for him* ...I'm sorry if I'm making you warmer.
[10:28] Arthur: Oh! ...oh. You're not. Not at all. *returns the favour* I would be er. plenty warm already.
[10:30] Jonathan: *laughs, blushes, and pulls away* ....I...I had better go..sleep this off, haha.
[10:30] Jehan: *small smile* Good night, dear angel....
[10:31] Arthur: I-- *shakes head* Of course. I'm a bit far gone myself.
[10:31] Jonathan: *laughs again and buttons up his shirt* ...Good night, dear Mr. Holmwood.
[10:31] Arthur: *leans back against the couch, bereft* Goodnight, John. Sleep well.
[10:31] Jonathan: *smiles* Good night...
[10:32] * Jonathan has left #desperatefans
[08:06] Jonathan: *smiles at Quincey*
[08:06] Jonathan: *and Arthur!*
[08:06] Arthur: *smiles at them both, a little unsettled*
[08:07] Quincey: Howdy. *smile!*
[08:07] Jonathan: Hello. *smiles a bit awkwardly*
[08:08] Arthur: Hello, you two. It's a bit of a reunion.
[08:08] Jonathan: Haha. *slightly strained smile* ....How are you, Mr. Holmwood?
[08:09] Arthur: *has already had a few drinks this evening* ...still trying to let it all sink it, John. But managing. And yourself?
[08:10] Jonathan: Shall we sit down? *smiles and sits on a couch* ...I don't know what to think, myself.
[08:11] Arthur: Sitting is good. *sits beside him and motions to Quincey* It's all a bit... unreal.
[08:12] Jonathan: Yes...yes, you would figure that...it'd be over.
[08:12] Quincey: *flops down* You'd think, wouldn't you?
[08:12] Arthur: Or hope, certainly.
[08:16] Quincey: Have either of you seen Mina around yet? Jack said she was here, but I haven't caught a -glimpse- yet.
[08:16] Arthur: I haven't, no. I'd rather like to see her well. *looks at Jonathan*
[08:17] Jonathan: ...Mina is..
[08:17] Jonathan: ....is.
[08:18] Jonathan: *fidgets nervously* I do not know where.
[08:20] Arthur: ...*pats Jonathan's shoulder* She'll be around. I'm sure of it.
[08:20] Quincey: *feels sorry about bringing it up now* 'course she will.
[08:20] Jonathan: *smiles* ..Would you both like a drink?
[08:21] Quincey: ... that'd be nice. *RELIEF*
[08:21] Arthur: ...god, yes.
[08:21] Jonathan: *smiles a bit and pours brandy for them and himself*
[08:23] Arthur: *downs brandy quickly*
[08:24] Jonathan: *drinks a bit too eagerly* ...Better. Better.
[08:25] Quincey: *stares at his glass a moment before tossing it down*
[08:25] Quincey: . . . -much.-
[08:25] Arthur: ...I can't say I've ever needed the stuff more.
[08:26] Jonathan: ..Would you both like some more?
[08:26] Quincey: *nod!*
[08:27] Arthur: Please.
[08:27] Jonathan: *laughs and pours them another glass, as well as another for himself* ...As long as we know when to stop.
[08:29] Quincey: 'course. *drinks!*
[08:33] Jonathan: ...I mean. We -do- know when to stop, don't we?
[08:33] Arthur: Of course we do.
[08:33] Arthur: *...whenwewakeuptomorrow*
[08:34] Jonathan: *smiles a bit uncertainly, and downs his glass* So another glass won't hurt.
[08:34] Quincey: *wry smile* Don't tell me you Englishmen don't know your limits! Reserve is supposed to be your specialty, y'know.
[08:34] Jonathan: Haha, yes, quite. Well... when I'm a bit...flustered, I really tend to overdo things.
[08:35] Arthur: All I say is that my nerves need calming. *drinks*
[08:35] Jonathan: As do mine! So it's quite fine. *pours himself another drink*
[08:39] Quincey: *nods decisively* It's understandable, us all bein' a bit on-edge. No one could blame us for it. *pours another drink*
[08:40] Arthur: *also pours another drink, though he started before he got here* This business is a terrible introduction to a new place.
[08:41] Quincey: *laughs weakly* Try comin' back from the dead to it.
[08:41] Jonathan: *sighs and drinks* Good heavens! Where is God's mercy?
[08:42] Arthur: *drinks and closes his eyes briefly* I'm beginning to wonder if he has any left.
[08:43] Jonathan: ...Oh God, Mr. Holmwood, please don't say that.
[08:44] Arthur: *pinches the bridge of his nose* Can you honestly blame me, John?
[08:44] Jonathan: *stares helplessly* No -- no....not at all. Come now, Mr. Holmwood...don't worry...there there. *pats him awkwardly*
[08:46] Quincey: Well, we've needed it often enough, haven't we? So maybe we've overdrawn our accounts.
[08:46] Quincey: *is a bit surprised at himself, whoa*
[08:46] Arthur: *doesn't mind patting at all*
[08:47] Arthur: *but shhh* Now there's a thought, Quincey.
[08:48] Jonathan: *blinks* ...Well. I -- I refuse to believe such a preposterous thing.
[08:48] Quincey: . . . Lord. I didn't mean that, not really. *takes another drink* I don't know what I'm saying.
[08:50] Jonathan: It's all right. It's only the alcohol. *downs another glass, and feels his mind become hazy*
[08:50] Quincey: Probably. You think we ought to slow down? *doesn't!*
[08:51] Jonathan: No, we'll stop each other.
[08:51] Arthur: *pours himself another drink* We will. We need this.
[08:51] Jonathan: Yes; a bit of letting go never hurt anyone, haha. *downs another glass, and laughs*
[08:53] Arthur: *laughs too* That's for sure. *pours John another glass*
[08:53] Jonathan: *smiles* Thank you, Sir. *downs it*
[08:54] Arthur: *pours himself another and follows suit*
[08:55] Jonathan: *head tilts to one side* ...Much better. *drinks another glass*
[08:56] Quincey: Yeah. World looks a little better now, doesn't it?
[08:56] Jonathan: Mmm....warm colors.
[08:56] Quincey: *and blurry, actually*
[08:57] Arthur: Rather pleasing. *is feeling rather warm and comfortable*
[08:58] Quincey: *definitely feeling pleasantly hazy*
[08:58] Jonathan: *leans back against the couch and sighs happily, while slowly drinking* ...Rather hot in here, isn't it..?
[08:58] Quincey: A bit, yeah. *tugs at collar*
[08:58] Jonathan: ....Would you all mind terribly if I took off my coat..?
[08:59] Arthur: Not at all. I think I might do the same.
[08:59] Jonathan: *shrugs off his coat and smiles*
[09:00] Arthur: *pulls off own coat and lays it neatly on the couch beside him*
[09:02] Jonathan: *glances at Arthur, and then smiles at Quincey* Come now, you can take off your coat as well. You'll make me quite uncomfortable if you stay fully decent.
[09:03] Quincey: *shrugs off his coat* Couldn't have that, could we?
[09:04] Jonathan: *laughs* No! *takes a long drink and sways a bit*
[09:05] Arthur: *braces his shoulder against Harker's* Not at all. *reaches for another drink*
[09:05] Quincey: *hesitates a second, and removes his necktie, too* [[Scandal!]]
[09:05] Arthur: [GASP!]
[09:06] Jonathan: *undoes his own cravat/tie and lets it hang around his neck* Mmm.... *leans against Arthur*
[09:07] Arthur: Still warm in here, is it?
[09:08] Jonathan: Yes, quite!
[09:09] Quincey: Very. Can't think why...
[09:09] Arthur: Quite odd, that.
[09:09] Jonathan: *takes another drink, laughs, and unbuttons the top button of his shirt* Don't mind me.
[09:09] Quincey: *doesn't mind at all!*
[09:10] Arthur: *doesn't mind AT ALL*
[09:10] Arthur: *...*
[09:10] Quincey: *. . . brainthief!*
[09:10] Arthur: *...is rather glad Quincey was thinking the same thing, however*
[09:10] Arthur: *surreptitiously undoes own necktie*
[09:11] Jonathan: *watches Arthur, slightly flushed*
[09:14] Quincey: *takes another drink before rolling back his sleeves*
[09:15] Jonathan: *smiles at Quincey* Stop me, won't you, Mr. Morris? You most likely have more tolerance for this poison than I do..
[09:15] Arthur: Oh, it's not poison. It's good for the spirits.
[09:16] Jonathan: A poision with benefits...*smiles, takes another drink, and leans his head on Arthur' shoulder*
[09:17] Quincey: *shrug* Preachers back home were real fond of talking about the evils of alchohol.
[09:19] Arthur: *does wrap arm around Harker. to support him. yeah.*
[09:21] Jonathan: *blinks and smiles* Well, then! *drapes an arm around Quincey's shoulder and pulls him to them* ...We can stay together because we have hope.
[09:22] Arthur: *grins at Quincey and Jonathan* Hope's all we need, then. Hope and friendship.
[09:24] Jonathan: Even without Mina, or....any of them...we're fine.
[09:24] Quincey: *nod* We've made it through before.
[09:24] Arthur: ...*thinks about Lucy* ...*quietly* We'll it through this, too.
[09:24] Jonathan: *smiles and takes a long drink* We will, I promise....
[09:25] Arthur: *sighs* ...we have to.
[09:26] Quincey: Maybe I'm too optimistic, but I don't think it can be worse'n last time.
[09:27] Arthur: *winces* ...I fear discovering that you're wrong, Quince.
[09:27] Jonathan: *laughs* You are quite right, Mr. Morris! *smiles at Arthur Holmwood and speaks softly* I can't bear to see you in such a state, Mr. Holmwood...
[09:28] Arthur: *softly too* ...I can barely bear being in such a state, Jonathan.
[09:28] Jonathan: Then don't be... all right?
[09:30] Quincey: *is tempted to pour another drink, but doesn't particularly feel like moving, and leans into Johnathan a bit more instead*
[09:30] Jonathan: *leans his head against Quincey's shoulder now*
[09:31] Arthur: *sighs at Jonathan and tightens the arm around him* ...I'll try, but I'm making no promises.
[09:32] Jonathan: ..How can we help?
[09:32] Arthur: ...you help whatever you do. *chuckle* You know that, John.
[09:33] Jonathan: *smiles slowly and takes Holmwood's hand*
[09:33] Arthur: *holds his hand tightly.... and mannishly*
[09:36] Jonathan: *has the decency to blush* ...But, I mean, anything I could actually do. As in....pour you another drink? *does so*
[09:37] Arthur: *is a bit too drunk to blush* Oh. Yes, please. *wobbles* I could use one.
[09:37] Quincey: *chuckle* Good thing we can all hold our liquor, isn't it?
[09:38] Jonathan: *smiles* Drink, then. *takes a long drink from his own glass* ....Ohhh, yes! An excellent thing. *clutches Quincey's shoulder to support himself*
[09:39] Arthur: *downs his new drink and settles back against Jonathan* Would be terrible of us to get drunk, after all.
[09:40] Jonathan: Mmm, -terribly-....... *flushes again when he realizes how close Holmwood is to him*
[09:42] Quincey: *thinks John looks nice when he blushes-- I MEAN. Um. Thinks it's still warm?*
[09:42] Arthur: *slightly amused look at the flushing* Why, John, you're a bit red. Still warm?
[09:43] Jonathan: ...Oh....yes, very uncomfortably.... you both look quite warm as well... I suppose, if I took off my waistcoat, you both would not mind...?
[09:43] Arthur: Oh no, for certainly you would excuse us doing the same?
[09:43] Quincey: I don't see any ladies around, so it ought to be all right.
[09:43] Jonathan: *laughs and takes off his waistcoat* Oh, that's better...
[09:44] Quincey: *follows suit* Yes, -much- better.
[09:45] Arthur: *does the same and also undoes his top button*
[09:45] Quincey: *kicks off his shoes and leans back again with a sigh*
[09:45] Jonathan: *quick, surreptitious glance at them both, then flushes darkly because what the hell is he thinking?*
[09:46] Quincey: *is right there with you, John!*
[09:47] Arthur: *isn't really thinking, so.*
[09:47] Jonathan: *oh...oh good....* Well, then...*settles back between them*
[09:55] Quincey: *trying not to watch either John or Arthur too intently, so takes a -long- drink*
[09:56] Jonathan: *long, peripheral-visiony glance at Quincy, while he drinks*
[09:57] Arthur: *shifts a bit, unconsciously pressing against Jonathan*
[09:57] Jonathan: *strained little noise*
[09:59] Quincey: *nearly chokes on the last of his drink because of the sound*
[10:00] Arthur: *jumps a bit... rubbing against John -more-*
[10:00] Jonathan: *sharp gasp* Don't -do- that! *blushes*
[10:01] Arthur: ...*confused* Huhwhat?
[10:01] Jonathan: *clears his throat* ...you're...you're trying... Nothing -- nothing, never mind. I'm sorry.
[10:02] Quincey: *sets down his glass, not that his hand is, you know, -shaking- or anything, of course not*
[10:03] Jonathan: *moves more against Quincey, because that Arthur Holmwood is bad news*
[10:05] Arthur: *...is still confused* John, are you alright? Maybe-- maybe you've had too much to drink.
[10:05] Jonathan: *embarrassed laugh and another long drink* No, no...I'm just... just need to calm down. It's fine. I'm fine. Quite all right. *smiles and blushes*
[10:06] Arthur: Ah. Well, I understand a bit of--- jumpiness. *pats* Believe me.
[10:06] Holmes-Library: Please tell me..
[10:07] Holmes-Library: I've been mulling over everything and I confess I am at a loss..
[10:09] Jonathan: *leans more against Quincey* Yes...yes, yes, we're all a bit tense... *realizes he's breathing a bit too heavily and undoes a button on his shirt*
[10:09] Arthur: *...totally doesn't stare*
[10:10] Quincey: *doesn't either ... lingeringly*
[10:11] Quincey: . . . so. *cough* There's got to be something a little more cheerful to talk about.
[10:11] Jonathan: *smiles at them both* ....Lovely weather, isn't it... *undoes another button*
[10:12] Quincey: *shakes self and averts eyes* Oh, yes. Very . . . *falters slightly* very warm
[10:12] Arthur: ...*blatant stare* ...er. Yes. Warm. Not what I'd expect at all.
[10:13] Jonathan: *undoes another button slowly, pausing to take a drink* .....Lovely...though yes, much too warm...
[10:14] Arthur: *slight coughchoke* Much... far too warm.
[10:15] Quincey: *nods, glancing back at Harker from the corner of his eye*
[10:15] Jonathan: *downs another glass and sways* Ohh... yes, and, no rain.
[10:21] Quincey: . . . I think I ought to go. Er. It's getting late.
[10:22] Quincey: *needs a cold shower liek whoa*
[10:22] Arthur: ...ah. Er, yes. *sideways glance at Harker* Perhaps we should... er.
[10:22] Jonathan: Oh! ...Well, then...
[10:22] Jonathan: ...*stops leaning against him* Good night....
[10:22] Quincey: *is a little disapponited*
[10:22] Quincey: *or, maybe disappointed*
[10:23] Quincey: ... yeah. Good night, then. *exits, quickly*
[10:23] * Quincey has left #desperatefans
[10:23] Arthur: *still leaning against Harker* ...well.
[10:24] Jonathan: *leans back* Well....he's gone. *takes a long drink*
[10:24] Arthur: ...so. so he is. *reaches for his own drink*
[10:24] Jonathan: *catches Arthur's hand and smiles* ...No worrying.
[10:25] Arthur: *smiles at the hands and then at Harker* ...not with you and Quince here.
[10:26] Jonathan: *leans more against him* God, you're warm...*undoes another button*
[10:27] Arthur: *I'llsay* *swallows hard and undoes a few of his own to distract himself* Unseasonably warm.
[10:27] Jonathan: *turns slightly and undoes a button on Arthur's shirt for him* ...I'm sorry if I'm making you warmer.
[10:28] Arthur: Oh! ...oh. You're not. Not at all. *returns the favour* I would be er. plenty warm already.
[10:30] Jonathan: *laughs, blushes, and pulls away* ....I...I had better go..sleep this off, haha.
[10:30] Jehan: *small smile* Good night, dear angel....
[10:31] Arthur: I-- *shakes head* Of course. I'm a bit far gone myself.
[10:31] Jonathan: *laughs again and buttons up his shirt* ...Good night, dear Mr. Holmwood.
[10:31] Arthur: *leans back against the couch, bereft* Goodnight, John. Sleep well.
[10:31] Jonathan: *smiles* Good night...
[10:32] * Jonathan has left #desperatefans