Galvin pulled himself up right next to the door on the other side. He still kept his mouth shut. The bottle rolled itself near his feet but he did not touch it, it belonged to Ambrosia now. "Do not take me home, drop me off near the harbor please and I will find my own way back." The night was young and Galvin needed someone, even if it was a candy coated raver.

he did not look at the man and only slouched into the seat. "you will go home and sleep so you have the energy to go to work. this is my car pyce, you will not abuse the privilege"

Galvin found himself growling. "hmph Sleep? I can not sleep alone anymore." Angrily he folded his arms over his chest and glared at the fuzzy street lamps out side. He shook his head trying to calculate how messy a duck and roll out of the car would be. "I will not spend the rest of the night staring at a window." He gave up, pressing his head against the glass. He reworked his plan to escape on his bike once he arrived home.

his first thought was to ask why pyce thought it important to ruin their habit if such a thing was so damn important but knew it would be a fight and he didn't want the man to hop out at the next red light to pop up. shifting lower he finally looked over, "you should not have chosen to ride with me if you had no intention of selling your body or keeping chaste. i will not hand you over to some stranger so they can have what i was denied"

Galvin turned all to quickly but was able to maintain his glare. "Our night ended when you left the restaurant and suggested I get sleep. I paid you for this ride..." He could not believe the audacity of the other. "If you want sex from me Ambrosia Garagin, it will cost you and the price will be steep."

he barked a laugh. "you paid for a ride home, though i assure you my pockets are deeper than your greed. it is your value that is questionable"

Galvin smiled pressing his head close to the others. He could not help but steal a small press of his lips against the mans pale flesh. "I want you to go a week with out your lovers or sex with a stranger. "

he barked a laugh though he did not pull away, "a night of sex with you is not worth giving up everything, ask for something obtainable or ask for nothing at all pyce"

Galvin found himself leaning in for a kiss and this time he did not reserve himself as he did before. It was a quick chase press of his lips against the others. "Fine, then lay with me until I have to go to work tomorrow."

opening his mouth to protest he realized the request was one he wanted and closing his mouth with a snap leaned over the man to retrieve the bottle, uncorking it he took a long gulp and handed it over to pyce

Galvin was confused as the glass pressed against his lips. The leather interior grew more fuzzy by the moment and he didn't understand but happily obliged as the man took another swig for himself and passed the bottle back to him. The third time he ignored it infavor of a sloppy kiss along the pale skin.

he woke to a loud roar in his head and wasn't certain how he made it into a bed though he was still dressed in his clothes from the day before so he knew if nothing else he managed it himself. pulling away from the warm body tangled with his the pain eased to something halfway bearable and managed to stand up before blearily trying to find out where he was so he could take a piss

Galvin wiggled into the spot the warm body abandoned. He grunted trying to recapture his dream but it felt like his head was having construction work done on it. He cursed his dogs need to pee, wishing some days his beast could walk himself.

when he was done he rinsed his mouth in the sink and coming back found pyce looking like shit and trying to get his shoes on. "i thought you went in later"

Galvin's stupefied face turned to study the man. He glanced over at his dog that was happily wagging his tail in his cage and realized where the warm spot came from. "I... thought you were my dog." He said keeping his words concise to prevent his head from hurting more. He fell back onto his mattress, rolling back into his spot.

he did not understand the words but as pyce threw himself back into bed with one shoe on and the other still on the floor he chalked it up the booze and found his way to his own side of the bed