Francis

[raw_youth]

So he'd had a good night. Good enough that he still had a stupid smile on his face as he walked back to his place. He was smoking and thinking about Anthony and all that when he had to pass the gallery and he noticed Franicis

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[phoinikothrix]

Francis had woken just two hours beforehand, with a whanging headache and the sense that something--many somethings--had died a foul, foul death in his mouth. Even after the judicious application of tea, aspirin, and a prairie oyster (which now seeemed to be curdling unpleasantly in his stomach), part of him still considered finding Dodge and postponing the gallery visit.

All the same, it was difficult for Francis to deny that he was still curious after last night's conversation with the younger man.

"No, we didn't," Francis said, peering blearily at Dodge as he approached. "You look pleased with yourself. How was the rest of your night?"

[raw_youth]

"It was, um, good," he replied, scratching the back of his neck. He could really use a shower but that could wait. He took a good look at Francis and his smile grew a bit.

"You look like shit, man. How much did you drink?" he asked, pulling out a cigarette before they went inside.

[phoinikothrix]

"More than enough," he said ruefully, eyeing Dodge's cigarette with no small amount of envy. "I don't know if you were there to witness it in person, but if you weren't and happen to hear a story about some idiot setting a watebasket on fire trying to make a drink...it wasn't me." Francis gave Dodge a small, embarrassed smile as they entered the gallery.

[raw_youth]

Dodge snorted and shook his head. "Sure it wasn't you," he replied dryly, totally not buying it. He wondered just how you mixed a drink and started a fire and then decided he just didn't want to know.

"You want to smoke before we go in?" he asked, not oblivious to the look of longing. Rolling the cigarettes was kind of a pain but he did so many at a time that he could be generous.