*has just finished his phonecall with Gerard, so he puts his mobile somewhere out of reach, and removes Shiela's hand from his crotch again*
*calls towards the door* It's open. If you're a teacher or a mentor, we're not stoned off our faces, you can move along, dude.
*opens the door and pops his head into the room, still grinning*
Oh yeah, I'm a mentor. I think what I'm seeing violates some probations in here. *gently shuts the door behind him* I try to help you kids out but nothing works. What'll take? Tough love approach?
*scans the faces of the passed out people in the room*
*nods, stepping over someone*
What's up? You seen Ling? He's got my shoes, man.
*sits on a nearby desk, not bothering to move anything out of the way before planting himself down*
Oh, the Asian dude. *checks the faces of people lying on the bed with him - finds that one has got tits and keeps grabbing his crotch, and the other has got a dick and is of Hispanic origin*
*frowns, looking at the person passed out on the floor - who has shoulders too broad to be a girl - and at the pair tangled together on the other bed* Check the bed, man. One of them.
*chuckles, hopping off the desk and walking over to the other bed*
Jeez, what are you guys smoking? Everyone's knocked on their asses.
*quickly spots his shoes on one of the bodies and kneels to slip them off an unconscious Ling*
*considers putting them on but instead knots the laces and slings it around his neck*
*laughs quietly* Dude you know. I have no idea. Pablo said it was pot, but dude. That's not pot as I know it. Good thing my Uruguayan roots make me un-un-impervious, yeah, to shit like that. *lifts the girl's head from his lap and her hand from his crotch, getting up slowly*
*falls back down, laughing* Ahahaha shitman. I can't do this.
Right, right, "un-un-impervious." *shakes his head and crosses over to Gabe, not offering to help him up, rather just sitting on the edge of the bed and poking him in the leg*
Dude. *laughs* A bit higher.
*moves his hand a tiny bit higher, prodding him in the kneecap instead*
Is there anymore of that? Or is it all in the air right now? *wafts at the smoke with his free hand*
Hahaha oh man. It's all in the air. Aaaaall in the air. But hey, you're cool. You'd just end up passing out. What with your slight posture and everything.
My slight posture? *smacks Gabe in the thigh, not very gently at all despite wearing a small smile* Fuck you. I can totally handle whatever you guys are having.
*spreads his legs* Dude, you can't. You're a fucking. Lightweight. That's what you are.
*idly lets his hand drop between Gabe's legs, as if this were the most natural place to rest one's hand - yeah, between another man's legs*
Shut up. *manages to wipe the stupid smile off his own face* I'm serious.
*props himself on his elbows, half-sitting now* Oh. Really.
*swiftly glances at the girl and guy sprawled in bed with them, and in the instant that follows crawls on top of Gabe, sitting back in his lap and making himself comfortable*
Oh yeah. 'Cause you're throwing some serious accusations around.
*smiles lazily* But dude. You're feather-light, look. I can. Bounce you on my lap or something. *to prove this, thrusts his hips upwards* I can throw you off just like that. The only weight you've got is in your hips, dude. *strokes Beckett's hipbones to prove this*
*tries not to look too surprised when Gabe moves up against him, a little sound sticking in his throat that he tries to clear away with a cough*
In this lanky but, yes, God-like form lies more than hips you know. I've got like muscles and shit, yeah. *leans down, flexing his arm a bit to try to show some tiny lump of muscle that isn't really visible to the eye at all* Yeah...
Yeah-huh. Seriously. Touch me. Right here. *extends his arm to Gabe* But don't push it away...
What. Here? *touches Beckett's crotch*
No. Dude, I was talking about my bicep- whatever. *lunges forward, taking Gabe's face in one hand and kissing him hotly*
*kisses back lazily, letting Beckett do all the work*
*breaks for air* Hey. What. 'S that.
*turns his face slightly, breathing against Gabe's cheek*
Nothing. I haven't seen you in awhile, douche. Think of it as the Beckett greeting.
*winks in what can only be a SAUCY~*~ manner*
Seen me. More like. Had sex with me. *licks Beckett's neck absently*