March 14th, | Early afternoon

[z_jay]

Who: Zevran Arainai, Jack Holden, Eugene Woods, and Max Woodville
What: Relocation of residence
When: March 16th
Where: House # 51
Summary: Zev, Jack, Eugene, and Max have decided to move in together in house # 51, and thus they are having a house(w)arming party!
Rating: PG-13 because of Zevran


Times like these, Eugene was glad that his and Jack's time wandering the wastes before they reached Abel had taught them to travel lightly. Their own packing had been rushed, surely, both of them never much in the way of motivation for what they could do tomorrow. But their things were few and far between, the product of paranoia and a sense that everything might need to be dropped for escape at a moment's notice.

Most of the mystery was in the boxes that Zevran had, the sounds of clinking and density concealed behind chests and the variety of containers that the Antivan had procured. In fact, Eugene wondered a few times if the significant looks he gave the others when he passed by with those were more promising or warning. Such it was to live with and assassin. Truly, they were an eclectic bunch... radio hosts, assassins, and mages. Life at least would never be dull. As far as Max's belongings went he wasn't sure if there was anything specifically unique about them-- or maybe he wasn't clued in enough to notice?

The first thing at least on Eugene's mind-- and where he had commandeered for himself, was the kitchen and stocking the food before it had a chance to spoil. His own kitchen. Excuse him while he geeked internally at the prospect and was thus dutifully setting out dishes and utensils where he figured would be the most intuitive.

Comments

[250mhzwabl]

"A bathhouse in miniature. That does sound fantastic." Jack shifted subtly to an imaginary music, rocking slowly hip to hip, a motion that skirted the hazy line between playfulness and flirtation. Even if Zevran had been strangely withdrawn in certain matters lately, that didn't change what a pleasure it was to feel him move, all lean and finely-tuned muscle. "Some sort of big, fancy tub too?"

[antivanleather]

"Mhmm. Somewhere warm and relaxing for all four of us after a hard day's work in the kitchen or wherever it is you do what you do and Max does what he does." It was intuitive for Zevran to follow, to move as Jack moves- instinct, almost. Second nature. Music and movement were as much his as blood and death.

"Oooh, yes. Something sunk into the tiles so you might simply step in- though there lies the question. Something large enough for just the one of us- or. Something large enough for three or four of us."

[250mhzwabl]

"At the risk of having my words twisted into something obscene, I think something large sounds much nicer." Chuckling under his breath, he relaxed in the slow pull and sway of the not-quite-dance, peering at Zev from the corner of his eye. It was a comfortable closeness, something he found himself craving inordinately after the near-miss following Zevran's return. It had been an unpleasant thing, realizing how easily they could simply not have him around anymore.

[antivanleather]

"You would." He cracked an easy laugh, content in the gradual, easy motion of whatever it was that Jack was leading him through. Not quite a proper dance, not quite rocking for comfort, somewhere comfortably in between.

"Perhaps a massage table as well, mm? Set into the wall."