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[trickster_caleb]

"From the Arizona heat and a raw side on the street. Through the smoke and all the beers. I've been doin' it for years..." Caleb was sitting in the living-room, papers strewn all over the table in front of him, singing along absentmindedly to a tune playing on the stereo. "...think it's understood I wouldn't stop it if I could

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[deadlyaqua]

Garth was humming something tuness under his breath as he made his way home from work, harpoon slung over his shoulder. He pushed the door open just in time to hear Caleb singing. "I do enjoy a bit of ass-rocking," he said, leaning against the door and closing it. He was grinning, obviously satisfied with his day of work. "Nice song."

[trickster_caleb]

Yay, Garth is home!

"Supersuckers are just about as good as it gets." Caleb replied and reached for the remote for the stereo to turn down the volume of the rock'n'roll for the sake of conversation.

"Welcome home, love." he smiled and rose up to give Garth a kiss. "Good day?"

[deadlyaqua]

"I don't know much of them," he admitted, returning the kiss and giving Caleb's ass a playful squeeze. "MMhmm, very satisfactory," he said, beaming. His hair was mussed, there was a small cut on his cheek, and spots of blood on his uniform.

"Yours?" He moved to put his harpoon away, rubbing something off the blade.

[trickster_caleb]

Caleb had a bit of a hard time to keep from staring and leering. Garth in uniform. Blue and black spandex. Yum. The blood didn't bother him, strangely enough. Only the cut on Garth's cheek did, and he would take care of that soon enough.

"It's been a day of cigarettes, rock'n'roll and planning. Yep, it's been good.
I have the show thought out enough now to go hunting for a stage and a crew."