Silently he found his spot in the car and was happy to say nothing to the man. He twisted against the door watching the buildings as they thinned out.

pyce made for a poor companion on the long ride but he was in no mood to speak either and so bore the silence until he could see lights in the distance signaling their arrival

A wave of nostalgia washed over Galvin as his nose was flooded with the smell of fried foods and fish. He turned and studied the others silent stoic form. “Ambrosia are you doing this for Maia?” his brows furrowed. He was in no mood to waste his Saturday night.

the words were unexpected. and he offered the other a sideways glance. "no, but it does not matter who it is for, i am paying and i get to choose how the night is spent"

There was no arguing with him. Once again money had proved its point and Galvin angrily got out the car. A months ago this place would have bought his adoration ten fold, now Galvin simply felt sick. If this was how the other wanted to buy his time he would let him.

when he was given no more grief he led the man to get tickets. his money landed them with a pair of bright orange bracelets and a suggestion to try a ride that had just opened. following where the hand had pointed he saw a rollercoaster of monumental proportions and nearly denied the option right then though a glance at pyce showed the man to be at least somewhat interested and swallowing his doubt stalked his way up to the metal behemoth

He didn't understand how the other was feeling. His face was a stoic mask. By the end of the wild ride he fought hard to keep from laughing at the red dandelion beside him. He grinned shoving his hands in his pockets to keep from touching the others hair and combing it back into place. Silently, he let the other lead him to their next destination.

by the end of the sixth ride and third fried confection pyce was smiling and happy as if france had never happened. dragging the man from the attractions he let him to a tall booth where he had spied what he was looking for the entire time. he threw twenty dollars on the shabby planks and set out to win the man a bear

He sucked on a icepop, watched as the other threw dart after dart after dart, aiming for various colored balloons. He didn't understand when the money the other used could have simply bought the bear. Galvin watched mystified.

it took another forty dollars but eventually he burst every balloon on the board and was awarded his bear. turning he gave it to the man. "there, like i said i would, i won it fair"

Galvins brows contorted in confusion as he took the large sagging bear. "... thank you... Congratulations?" He ran his hands over the soft fur before squeezing it.

he felt a stab of anger at that. ".....you told me to win you a damn bear at a carnival and i won you the bear, what is wrong now? is it not enough anymore? is it too small or too cheap or was i supposed to fail?"

He assumed the other was bullshitting him, but he soon realized Ambrosia was serious. It only earned him a hearty laugh from Galvin. "That is ... cute." He looked up and saw the mans stoic face glaring at him through narrowed eyes and he laughed more. Galvin knew the man had forbidden him to do anything impersonal but he found himself cupping the mans head and pulling him into a kiss. "You keep doing things to make me love you no matter how angry I get." He said pulling the giant bear to his chest. "Its got your face."

he was mad enough to break the damn toy at this point but the words were exactly what he wanted and so said nothing. turning away he headed back to the rides, he had been studying and the best end to it would be the ferris wheel

"Wait!" He called after the man. "I'm sorry but there is one thing I want to do, that we did not get to do during our last...outing." He knew better then to refer to things by personal pronouns. He gently tugged the other by the arm in the direction of a novelty photobooth. Galvin paid the amount and pushed the other inside. He grinned turning his head while the camera caught its candid moments. The last one ending with Galvins lips tenderly on the others cheek. He ripped the last one off the strip following behind Ambrosia as he continued to walk. Galvin found he was secretly fond of dandelions.

the rest of the night was anticlimactic and they left with him feeling more sour than when he arrived. as they passed out of the thoroughfare he pulled the pictures out of his pocket and dumped them in the garbage. he said nothing about it to pyce

Galvin curled up against his fluffy bear, sleeping soundly and contently with out the arms of the other for the first time in weeks. He lay like a spoiled kitten among his blankets until it was required of him to rise and go to work. He continued in this blissful state and was happy come Wednesday.

wednesday found him pleased. cirro had thought to get him tresleche, eva was feeling hale enough to leave her house, maia was pissed at her current favorite and to make the cherry on top just a little sweeter he was popular with the workers and that pissed the hell out of pyce. he did not bother to correct the saunter as he stepped inside of the club

Things were going somewhat smoothly. Galvin had wisely chose to hire an actual female for the part of bartender as most of the places clients would not think to flirt with the girl. He was checking on her as he saw Ambrosia parade through the club. It was almost comical watching the flocks of workers come to his feet eager for a kiss. His laughing turned sour at the thought of the other racking up another credit card bill with the girls. He bought Ambrosia's favorite drink from the new keep, and parted the waves of people making it to the man. He narrowed his eyes kissing the man.

he stayed as cold to the kiss as he had the others but it did not matter to pyce who worked his way through the sort of kiss that would normally land the man against the first flat surface he could manage, instead when pyce looked away he steeled himself and offered a smirk before turning to the closest girl and walking them off for a dance and a nip

Galvin nearly drowned the cup in one shot but stopped himself. He raised his brows licking the coffee colored drink off his lips. It set him in a mode of apathy that some what lift his spirits. He gestured to Morgan to watch the floor and especially Mr. Dick, whom seemed very excited. He closed the door behind him drowning out the noise. He smiled at the various papers on the floor and sat down near the others to complete them and schedule inspections and time to get the other licenses.

the girl was all bones and angles which worked enough for making him look like a woman in the black mesh but did nothing for him, quickly the high of the kiss wore off and the boney brat rubbing against him did nothing for it. pushing the man off he asked if there was anyone with a build closer to pyce and tipped the girl five to go find one if there was

He heard the door opening and assumed it was one of the girls bringing him the drink he asked for. Galvin did not bother to look up from his paper work. He only mumbled a thank you assuming the lurker behind him would leave in a few moments.

he did not begin to assume he knew what the other was being thankful for but he offered a 'you're welcome' all the same and leaned against the door

He twisted, turning towards the voice. He raised an eye brow. The ruffled shirt told him and the lingering smell of Gardenia Spice, told him Ambrosia had only come to show off. He did nothing to mention the others lack of liquid and found himself turning once again towards his paper work. He was not amused by the others antics. “If you are ready to pay leave your card here.” One hand pointed at a spot on the floor. The other pushed back a pair of reading glasses before plucking another white square off the piles.

slouching a little lower he applied the look the other hated so much. "the night is young yet, i am not ready... saaaay, what pray-tell happened to your desk? you know what they say about the floor being good for your back? it isn't true"

Galvin turned once more distracted. He growled at that shit eat all grin determined to ignore it. For a moment he studied the man, pulling off his glasses so that edge of them tapped against his mouth. There was something strange afoot. It made Galvin worried. “Ambrosia, we broke that desk the last time we had sex. Are you feeling alright.” Galvin felt it unnecessary to explain how he demolished the desk. He reached out and stroked the side of the mans face. He didn't smell like excessive liquor, or drugs. “Are you hungry?”

the reaction was not what he expected even if most of the words were, "what the hell are you talking about pyce? there is nothing wrong with me other than the stupid look on your face." brushing the hand aside he moodily left to go find something else to do

Galvin rose from his perch and stopped Ambrosia from leaving the office, but shutting the two of them inside. "Something is wrong." He said studying the man. "Your banter is very lackluster tonight and you are more vocal then usual." With his hands he pushed the other back into the room to keep him from escaping. "Did Candice slip you drugs or something?"

he was not sure if the charade was up or not, pyce saw through the farce but not the reasoning behind it and he was not interested in lying when they were so close the deception could be felt. "i am not drugged pyce, i am just displeased with the company i am being forced to keep at this moment"

Galvin found himself chuckling. "Ambrosia. If you want something... anything. The price is that only ask for it. If your pride will not allow you to have it and I do not know what it is, you will not get it." smiling he walked over to the other grazing the zipper of Ambrosia's pants before he kissed the side of his face. He let the man go and walked back to his area of paper work.

the lie struck him hard and turning he jerked open the door. "i asked to be loved and that did not happen, why would any other request be honored?" giving pyce no time to speak he slipped through the door and slammed it closed behind him. forget a distraction he wanted to go home

He followed behind the other reaching out and grabbing him by the shoulder. "I have never broken my promises. To this day I still have not. You were the one that added things like pretend and price."

no matter how he tried he could not escape that damn liar and swinging around he punched pyce as hard in the face as he could manage and sent the man sprawling to the floor. he elbowed people out of the way as they rushed to aid their fallen boss. he did not stick around

He woke to the face of the good Doctor, a relieved Morgan and the roof of the club. Everything was ringing and Galvin found he could not move, and hardly breath. The doctor was speaking words to him but sluggishly he did not understand them. When he woke again, it was in his apartment. The familiar sight of the IV pumping sedatives into his system did not soothe him. By Saturday, he had enough pain pills to sedate an elephant. And against the doctors orders he stupidly sat in the park, hiding his bandages under a hoodie.

he did not want to go and if pyce was any less addicting he would not have even considered it. walking through the park he came upon the the other though instead of the usual slung-out posture the man was curled and concealed leaving him thinking for a brief moment it was not the same man. the thought was dispelled however by the fact that he recognized the jacket, it was their bench and it was time for pyce. he walked over and in an act of charity sat down instead of looming, he slouched. "what is the cost this time? i would think the price has raised since i knocked you to the floor the other day"

It was painful to talk and nothing he had to say could be put in to concise words. His head fluttered around wondering what he could say. His heart felt like a melting pot and the other was still asking for a price. Asking to start over seemed foolish. Shaking his head no, Galvin found his voice. "The cost is the same... if your pride allows you to ask, you will get it."

he should have known. he should have known! feeling his anger rise he balled his hands into fists though he did not hit pyce. he wanted answers this time, if leaving wouldn't do it, if abusing would not do it, and if hitting would not do it then he'd try words before giving up on this entirely. "...pyce, you an i already know that is a lie, it is complete and utter bullshit. i cannot ask for anything and expect it only be told i can have it as long as i never expect it for real. you lied about love, you lied about being bit, you are a damn liar now...your games are rigged and i am sick of it, none of my other lovers lie to me whatever else their failings are, only you. i am sick of you, i am sick of the lies, i am sick of loving you and not having it returned because i had to pick a fucking back-stabbing liar who just wants an easy fuck.....you are a disappointment but i am worse for coming back every fucking week and doing the same shit over and over with you like it will change anything."

The flood gates opened and there was no way for Galvin to stop them. He sat in silence staring, letting the others words bounce about his skull. Every time he tried the man pushed him away like were a toy no longer desired. Each time he tried to play by the rules his previous lovers set, there was disappointment. Now it was his fault for finding another way to jump the hurdle? He lied? He lied though he was not the one that set the rules. In a swift motion he pulled a stake from his pocket and lunged on the other, knocking them both down into the ground. He plunged the wood into the mans shoulder and let his hands circle around Ambrosia's neck. “I lied!” With each word his fingers pressed harder into the wind pipe. “I did 't break my own rules... I didn't break my rules! … ” At some point the blind rage turned into sobs. His voice dipped dangerously low. Galvin did not care if his life ended so long as it took the maniac beneath him. “I have never lied to you Ambrosia Garagin. I...” his fingers eased on the pressure around the mans neck. He felt foolish, like a dog trapped with a horrible owner. “I sill love you more then you will allow.”

he woke up to an ache in his shoulder and after several long moments the realization that pyce was sobbing like some little bitch over him, he was moving so he must be in a car and damn his shoulder hurt. he tried to knock away the dripping arm that tried to press itself to his lips but could barely manage it though it got a reaction out of pyce and he felt the arm move enough that he could see the man's wet blotchy face