A Guy, A Lyre, and a Park Bench -Chapter 14-

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>This...

>...was awkward.

>The music playing wasn't making the elevator ride up to your hotel room any easier, either.

>Here you stood, covered in glitter and reeking of smoke and booze, next to Octavia who also reeked of smoke and booze.

>She, unlike you, had no glitter on her.

>...

>OCT: *cough*

"..."

>OCT: "So."

"Yep."

>OCT: "You uh... you have fun with Whooves?"

"Yeah. Fun. Yup."

>"Mmmhmm."

"Yeah."

>...

>OCT: "Why... why do you smell like flank?"

"What?"

>OCT: "Did he take you to the a strip joint?"

>...

"...maybe."

>And then silence once more.

>Great.

"...whiskey?"

>OCT: "What?"

"You smell like whiskey."

>OCT: "Oh. Yeah. That's because I was at a bar."

"Right."

>OCT: "And not a strip club."

"Yeah."

>...

>Well this was going to hell in a hand basket far too quickly.

>You breathe a sigh of relief when the bell form the elevator sounds, signaling your arrival on the top floor.

>Good.

>Unlike Octavia, you actually could go for a drink right about now.

>The two of you make your way into the massive hotel room, courtesy of Dr. Whooves' generous uncle.

>The best part?

>Free drinks.

>Finding a bottle of scotch and grabbing two glasses, you head over to the couch with Octavia.

"The rest of the girls still out?"

>OCT: "Seems that way, yeah."

>She takes her glass and you fill it, the two of you clinking them together before you down them.

 

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>OCT: "Okay, now that I've got you alone, you have to spill it."

"Don't know what you're getting at."

>OCT: "Lyra and Bon-Bon. The little "bet" they made. Out with it."

"Stiiiiill not quite sure what you mean."

>OCT: "You've got them BOTH all over you, yet you treat it like you're being tortured."

"Torture's a strong word, honestly.."

>OCT: "I mean, we have Lyra going on, and on, and ON about you during band practices. She won't fucking shut up."

>You sink into the couch, lightly sipping your scotch and glancing away.

>OCT: "'Oh, he's an artist!' she'll say, or 'Did you know he plays the harmonica? He plays the harmonica!' I swear, the girl is infatuated with you."

"You don't say."

>Dangerous territory, right here.

>OCT: "And YET, you haven't made up your mind yet. You're still... are you gay?"

"What?"

>OCT: "Are you gay? It's okay if you are, I mean that would explain why you're not tapping my girl Lyra and all, but still. Are you?"

"Wha- No! No I'm not ga- what kind of question is that?"

>OCT: "Just a question man, no need to get so defensive about it. Unless, you know... you're kinda gay."

"Not gay."

>OCT: "So what, Lyra's not good enough or something?"

"No she is it's just- I mean there's still a lot of-... I had to make a choice, right?"

>OCT: "Had?"

"Uh."

>OCT: "Had. You HAD to make a choice?"

"HAVE is the word I was going to use, thank you. I'm just... drunk is all."

>You take a dainty little sip of scotch.

"Yup. Drunk as a sailor."

>...

>OCT: "Oh my god you chose Bon-Bon."

 

"Pffffft no. No! No, no I didn't choose Bon-Bon. No. Noooo that's, that's just..."

>OCT: "..."

>...

"Okay maybe I chose Bon-Bon."

>OCT: "You DICK."

"Hey! Hey, they gave me a choice, and I chose, alright? Totally fair. FAIR."

>OCT: "But she's so... FLAT."

"What?"

>BON: "Bon-Bon, she's just so monotone and emotionless. You're telling me you took her over my sweet little Lyra."

"You're taking this kinda personally, actually."

>OCT: "What? No. I just- you're a dick, is all."

"How, may I ask, am I a dick? They told me they both liked me. I just chose who I liked more. This isn't a very hard concept, to tell you the truth."

>The doors to the room open, and Lyra, Bon-Bon, and Derpy enter.

>You wonder if they were drunk.

>LYRA: "Oh my god, we're SO drunk *snicker*"

>Yeah, yeah they seemed drunk.

>DERP: "I think *hic* I think I'm going to bed."

>She stumbles off, and walks into a linen closet.

"Should we tell her that-"

>OCT: "Shhshhshh... just let it happen."

 

>LYRA: "Anon! Ohmahgosh, you should, you should have you should have been there! We had so much FUN!"

>She stumbles over to you and plops onto the couch, sitting up next to you.

>LYRA: "There was this guy, right? And he wasss good at magic and stuff. He could make a shot disappear and everything!"

"How'd he do that?"

>LYRA: "Heeeeeee would take it and DRINK it. BOOM. No more drink *snicker*"

"Sounds like you guys had a good time tonight."

>She smiles at you and rests her head on your shoulder.

>LYRA: "Jusssht to let you know... I'm only THISH drunk, because Bon-Bon told me a teeny-tiny secret tonight."

"Uh... what?"

>LYRA: "Yyyyyup *hic* And I know what you DIIIIiiiiiid."

>Uh.

>UHM.

>You glance to Octavia.

>She's got a shit eating grin on her face.

>You glance to Bon-Bon.

>She's just staring at you with hazy, drunk eyes.

"Uh... what did she tell you, exactly?"

 

>LYRA: "She told me that she won the bet, thatsh what she told me. To be honest, I may have been a little braggy tonight."

"Braggy?"

>BON: "She kept going on about how long you lasted that one time."

"Wait, WHAT?"

>BON: "She had the attention of the entire bar, Anon. The whole bar knows about the inner workings of your phallus."

"I... okay, moving on. You know about me and-"

>LYRA: "Yesh. Yesh I do. B'fore you say anything, I am not mad."

"You... you're not mad?"

>LYRA: "Nuh uh. Nope. A bit sad, but it'sh aaaaaaalllllll goooooood."

"Huh... you're taking this surprisingly well."

>LYRA: "I made Bon-Bon promise me something."

"What was that?"

>Lyra winks at you, giving a sly smile.

>...

"Bon-Bon how could you!"

>Before you can react, Lyra traps you in magic and levitates you to your bedroom, you shouting obscenities the whole way there.

>Bon-Bon trots to the couch, flipping on the TV and sitting next to Octavia.

>OCT: "Are they gonna-"

>BON: "Yup."

>OCT: "And you're okay with th-"

>BON: "Just this once, yeah."

>...

>BON: "Do you like to watch Criminal Minds?"

>OCT: "Fuck yes."

 

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