drinking into the night [ota]

[codenamepyro]

St John was a constant sufferer of insomnia. It had started when he was nine and ever since then, the bouts were fairly regular, which he could deal with. It just meant that from time to time he was sitting around, in the dead of night, with nothing to do. So he prowled around the base, considering everything and anything to do before slinking into

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[forceful_gift]

Adrian was thirsty, and no not in the more common sense of the word. He just had a craving for something but didn't quite know what it was yet. He found himself floating into the kitchens in the dead of the night, solely so that he wouldn't make too much noise only to stumble across St John. AKA one of the only guys he hadn't swayed yet, especially considering the total lack of background knowledge.

That was entertainment settled, then. He floats a bottle of Jack from a shelf that he just knew someone had been using as a hiding place and drops gracefully onto a seat opposite John with the bottle in his hand. "Hey there, Saint."

[codenamepyro]

The glare was there for all of three seconds, before St John just lacked the energy to maintain it. "Fuck off, only my mom calls me that." And even then, it was Saint John. Never just Saint. Which was a stupid thing to call anyone.

Either way, St John flicks over the cover of the book, leaving it closed on the table and just sighing. It's not likely that he'll get anything else done with Adrian in the room -attention whore that he was. "What do you want?" Because normal people would be sleeping.

[forceful_gift]

"Sorry, love. Just trying to be nice." He unscrews the bottle cap and rather than finding a glass or whatever. He glances over at the book cover, not recognising it or anything because dear god, did you expect him to read?

"Nothing really, just couldn't sleep so thought I'd come out here for a little night cap, but now that I see there's also chance of a conversation I just consider myself a very lucky guy." He smiles slightly, not exactly making his intentions known considering he didn't even know what way this guys door swung. But then again, the thrill is in the chase.

[codenamepyro]

His eyebrow raised at the 'endearment' but he let it slide, because maybe it was just Adrian being Adrian. St John didn't really have enough to go on -he was still painfully anti-social, just like school and University, so really, he didn't expect much less.

"And what, pray tell, would conversation include?" Pyro was not a talker, not about anything really. He took another swallow from his beer bottle, considering Adrian carefully.

"Because I don't do long meaningful chats about our feelings."