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"Cheers," Stelios smirked as he tapped his drink to Elpenor's.
"Cheers," Elpenor returned, and tipped back a gulp of the watered-down wine. His head bumped against the wooden walls of the small kitchen, the smell of dried figs and a precious few spices lingering in the air. "Haaaaahh..."
Stelios enjoyed his own late-night indulgence for a minute before eyeing Elpenor. "Now, is your boyfriend gonna beat me up if he finds you drunk off your feet again?"
"Nah, he won't." Elpenor relaxed against the wall. "He's never more than a little irritated with me. He's a lot more patient then most people seem to think."
"Yeah, wonder why," Stelios snorted. "He ever get drunk with you?"
"Only on special occasions. Like the end of the war." Elpenor smiled at the hazy memory-Perimedes' flushed cheeks, that bright glow in his eyes. The thorough reprimand Eurylochus had given them the next morning for whatever drunken antics had occurred that he couldn't remember, endured through a pounding headache.
"Not usually, hmm. What's he like drunk?"
Stelios probably only wanted to know so he could make fun of him later, but Elpenor reached back in his memory anyway. It was a little hard to tell, with the fuzzy memories, he almost always got drunk much faster than Perimedes. It was hard to tell what was real, what was fake, what was just some...hypnotizing, attractive fantasy...
"Hmmph." Perimedes, wobbling from the effect of the multiple cups of wine, staggered over to where Elpenor was sitting. "Elle. Elle. Ellllleeee."
"What?" Elpenor murmured, clumsily patting the wood of the ship's stairs beside him.
Perimedes only grumbled as he sat down, and leaned in very, very close. "You're so..."
"So what?"
"So." Perimedes tilted over the rest of the way, eliciting a surprised grunt from Elpenor as the heavier man landed in his lap. "Soft."
"Hmm.." unsurprisingly not so sober himself, Elpenor placed a hand on top of his head and started playing with some of the worn dreadlocks there. "Soft..."
"Soft." Perimedes seemed to appreciate the gesture, leaning into his hand like a cat. One of those strays Elpenor used to feed when he was a child. He wondered if Perimedes liked cats. Warm and soft little beasts. He might. He liked Elpenor well enough, didn't he?
"More," the older man grumbled, nudging Elpenor’s hand.
"Hmphff…..sorry." Elpenor resumed patting.
Perimedes was acting so complacent, so strangle docile...Elpenor wondered if he'd ever get to see this again. Dizzyingly alluring... Elpenor almost wished he could make it last forever, with just a snap of his fingers.
"Hey. Hey." Snap, snap. "Where the hell'd you go, lover boy? Don't tell me you're out of it already after one drink?"
"Hmmn?" Elpenor opened his eyes to Stelios’ fingers in front of his face, and immediately blushed, having to shake the image away with a pang of both embarrassment and disappointment. "U-uh, no. What was the question?"