[Poggio]

He twisted lazily looking at the man. Every movement he made seemed amplified from his foot steps across the floor to the metal springs that bent under his weight. Galvin rolled over and studied the form in his bed. Killing this creature still seemed like a good idea, but now he wanted sleep. He rolled until he could weave his limbs into the others and closed his eyes.

[littl3chocobo]

the roar intensified when the man clamped onto his back though it was ten seconds of bliss in comparison when the man's alarm went off like a ten pound bell going down a shaft of metal scrap in his ears

[Poggio]

The alarm, the barking and something else. Galvin grunted rolling away from his comfort. He knocked his alarm off his bed stand letting it shatter on the floor. This time he realized he was already dressed. He ran his hand over his face. His clock told him he had at least an hour before he had to open the club. He moved reflexively to his routine.

[littl3chocobo]

with both pyce and the damn alarmclock out of his head his own hangover became much more bearable and waiting for pyce to leave found his own shoes and left

[Poggio]

He felt something was a miss but did not think twice as he came home feed himself and his dog, and went for a shower. By the time the doors of the club opened his hangover had lessened with the ad of Tylenol. He hid away in his office making up an application for a new bar tender and a poster for good biting habits.

[littl3chocobo]

he was surprized when halfway home the driver made an unusual turn and he found himself heading for maia's but it wore off quickly and he resigned himself to getting pissed on for missing three weekends in a row

[Poggio]

The customers seemed content with the low brow offerings of beer and wine since there was no one available to make mix drinks. After making rounds and making sure every thing was up to par, Galvin retreated to his office. He sank into his seat and let his head fall into the fold of his arm.

[littl3chocobo]

he knew he was exceptionally late but between misguided coos from granny and traffic that decided to punish him for wanting a toothbrush and fresh pants he could not manage better and slinking in found a seat before the one he recalled to be morgan told him pyce was in the back. when he made it he found the man sleeping and raising a brow told him to wake the hell up

[Poggio]

Galvin moved with sluggish reflexes. They were quick enough for him to move from his position to grab the others lapels and pull him over the desk, but the man could have avoided it if he was expecting it. "Don't yell." He growled in a soft tone. He closed his eyes feeling the constant metronome against his head. He let the man go and moved to fix his hair back in place. "We had a talk about safe biting so every one is aware of the changes to the clubs rules."

[littl3chocobo]

the reaction was more than a bit much but he was in too good of a mood to argue it. "maia has taken me back, i am back in the will and can compete for the money"

[Poggio]

Galvin raised his eyebrow. For the life of him he could not think of anything petty to say and for some reason felt happy. He kept his face contained despite his feelings. He simply nodded walking around the barrier that separated him from Ambrosia. "What made her change her mind?"

[littl3chocobo]

he gave a silky chuckle, "she thinks i am bribing you with this place in return for your cooperation"

[Poggio]

His anger flared but he could say nothing. Nothing about the woman that was pretty much a modern Queen Victoria, and nothing useful that would not infuriate Ambrosia. He turned away walking towards the door to turn its lock. He did not want a petty catfight to interrupt them. "That is good, I suppose this means sundays you will be busy again."

[littl3chocobo]

he had not thought of what that meant. the pleasant mood was dampened by the reality of it but not lost. "i will come after my lunches do not worry, i am back in the game but i am not the golden favorite anymore, i will have to go"

[Poggio]

Galvin found himself smiling. "There is always Sunday if you still pay for it." He could not help himself. He was drawn across the room and into Ambrosia's personal space. His old addiction baited him, and though he knew its off limits he kissed Ambrosia. He ventured to let his tongue roam around the mans mouth, tasting all that he missed. Galvin found himself anticipating the moment when the other would push him away.

[littl3chocobo]

he remained unmoved by the mouth that invaded and gave no response though it seemed to make no difference as pyce climbed up on him wrapping jean clad legs over his waist in a painfully familiar way. he all but shivered as the man's desire came to him clearly through the contact they shared. ".....what, what will this cost me?"