99 Bottles Of *hiccup*

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril wanted to go our drinking, in the worst kinds of ways. Well not really the worst kinds of way since he planned on getting a taxi back so he would not cause like an accident, but he wanted to get wasted. The summer was going to be coming to an end and that meant he was going to for sure be stuck more often at the school then he was. Well, no that was a lie. He would still be spending about the same amount of time at the stables that he did now. Still, he wanted to get wasted and probably forget a bit of this night. Things at his horse club had been going pretty good, work overall was fine, and while he had not seen Reid around in a while he felt like things there were still good. At least he hoped so. Maybe there was some curse on him that red headed women just lost interest in him. That would suck if it were true since he loved red heads the best and it seemed like only the young red heads would deal with him.

Cyril didn't want to go drinking alone, and he also wanted to get to know his roommates a little better. Slade was not in when Cyril went knocking on his fellow male staff doors so that meant it was time to harass the other guy. The other guy whose name was apparently Kyrie. Cyril had pretty much knocked on Kyrie's door, let out a please squeak when Kyrie’s answered the door, told him "We are going out drinking and you don't have a choice...please." Then pretty much would drag or even use his powers on the other man to get him to come with him if it was not willingly. He even drove them down to the town and lead the way to Matt's hole In The Wall. It was a good place to just go drinking if you were not really looking that have some night club fun. Once they would enter he door Cyril would look to his roommate with a twinkling grin.

"Drinks are on me mate." Cyril said in his forever stuck British accent as he did something of a skip over to the bar counter and grabbed a seat, patting the stool next to him and waving down the bartender. "Oh where are my manners? I never introduced myself. Cyril Elias Kingsley." Cyril said after gasping and then holding out his hand to Kyrie.

[Kyrie Jamal Pierce]

Kyrie was getting dressed when he heard a knock on his door. He thought that it was weird that someone was knocking on his door while he was there. He hadn’t stayed in one place in three years and he’d gotten used to being the visitor, not having them. And even if he did have visitors, he usually wasn’t in his room to receive them. He wondered how often his door had been knocked on only for the sound to reach the hollow ears of an empty room. Pulling his hoodie over his head, he made his way from the bed to the door across the room. As he reached for the door, his stomach started to fill with butterflies. He smiled. He knew what that feeling meant.

As soon as he turned the knob and opened the door, he instantly took a step back as the blond man in front of him let out a high pitched squeak. What the hell was that about? Did he have the wrong room or something? No, Kye had seen him plenty of times recently. This was his roommate, Cyril. Kye grinned as he looked Cyril’s bulky frame up and down, mostly up. He’d definitely noticed him before. "Can I help yo-” Before he could finish, Cyril told him, rather forcefully but in a nice way, that the two of them would be going out for drinks. Kye laughed. "Only because you said please.” Kye barely had time to grab a hat from off the back of his door before he was pulled, again, rather forcefully, from his room. Cyril definitely knew how to use that bulky frame of his.

A quick car ride, and they were at Matt’s Hole in the Wall. Kye had been there a few time when he was a student, fake ID and all. He was always given flack due to his height, or lack there of really, but he always got in. Kye liked to think it was because of his big personality. He followed Cyril, who had a jovial skip in his step, to the bar and sat in the seat next to him. "Really” Kye responded when Cyril offered to buy his drinks for the night, "Thanks man!” Kye chummily slapped his fellow Bellefonte staffmate on the back. A night out, a free ride, and free drinks? Kye definitely was a lucky guy tonight! He stared at Cyril’s hand for a second then looked at his face and flashed a smile before chuckling. "I know who you are! We live to together after all.” Kye extended his hand and returned the gesture. "But it’s a pleasure to finally MEET the guy I’ve been living with,” Kye quipped with a smile. He let go of his hand and turned his attention to the bartender. "Bartender! Can I get a round of beer courtesy of this strapping gentleman here?”

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril was just thankful that his roommate was dressed when he had knocked on the door, since that would have meant he would of have to wait. Cyril knew that he had a habit of not wearing a shirt around when he was in his room or down at the barn, but he was dressed tonight. Not dressed up since they were just going to get wasted but he was dressed. Kyrie was to and he even agreed to come along with Cyril which just made things all the easier. Not that Cyril would have taken a no for an answer and would have kidnapped Kyrie if he had to in order to get the other guy to go out drinking with him. He didn't like to go drinking by himself, knowing he often got in a lot more trouble when he did, so dragging someone along was the safest bet. Plus roommate bonding and getting to know the fellow male in his dorm. Once he dragged his drinking buddy and they were in the bar and seated, Cyril felt pleased.

He had been to this place a few times now, since he was a big drinker. Not the alcoholic kind, but he did like to have his drinks here and there. He liked his tea best, but he heard people say that the Russians and the British sure loved to get drunk. He didn't know if it was true or not since he never really thought about it, since there were important things to be doing. Like drinking. "Really. As in literally on me. Body shots." Cyril said in a null tone of voice as he looked at Kyrie with a serious face for a moment before it quickly broke into a huge smile and he was snickering. "Kidding." Cyril said, and yes he had a few drinks before he had left, but nothing that would have affected his driving, with his high tolerance and what not. He let out a grunt at being patted on his back and moved to pat Kyrie's back with the same amount of force, maybe a little more. "It's my thanks for you join me at the pub...or bar as you lot likes to call it." Cyril said as he gestured around the place, liking the name pub a lot better, but oh well.

Cyril wiggled his fingers when he saw Kyrie staring at his hand. "You can handle a handshake, right?" Cyril asked as he put some extra emphasis on the hand part to get his pun across. Ah, two joke now, he was on a roll. He let out a gasp when his roommate said he knew him but got what he meant, he was just having too much fin already and they had not even started drinking. He firmly shook Kyrie's hand and nodded. "Agreed. Sorry I have not done it official until now." Cyril apologized, but he had been a tad bit busy and their timing for running into one another had just been off. Cyril's eyes went to the bartender as he came over after being called by Kyrie, playfully slapping Kyrie's shoulder as if he was some girl or just really flamboyant man. "Oh stop it, you will make me blush. You are quite the handsome devil yourself." Cyril grinned with a bright smile, and of course he was meaning it all in a straight manner since he was pretty sure he liked women best.

[Kyrie Jamal Pierce]

Kyrie raised an eyebrow when Cyril suggested that they take body shots off one another. Now that definitely sounded interesting. Especially considering Cyril didn’t seem like the type to get down like that. What luck that Kye ended up rooming with someone that he could potentially play with whenever he the whim arose. He wondered if he could really be having much luck in one night? It wouldn’t be the first time, but this would be the luckiest he’d been since returning to Kalispell from a personal standpoint. He grinned, it was time to turn on the charm. He opened his mouth ready to flirt, but Cyril began to laugh before revealing that he was joking. Kyrie joined in Cyril’s laughter albeit very nervously. Guess he wasn’t that lucky after all. Damn, what a let down.

Cyril’s pat caused Kye to shift forward in his seat a bit. Cyril didn’t realize it, and Kye didn’t hold him accountable for it, but that definitely added injury to insult a bit. Kye couldn’t tell if his luck was good or bad right now. “It’s no big deal, man. I was planning on going out tonight anyway. I don’t really like being cramped up at the academy all day, makes me anxious.” Joke or not, Kye thought that Cyril’s accent and dialect made him even more amorous. It was a damn shame if Cyril really were only interested in women. Kyrie didn’t notice he was staring at Cyril until Cyril made his handshake joke. He stared at his fingers with his jaw opened a bit. “Uhh” Kye responded with a little bit of disbelief before chuckling. Did all British people have a corny sense of humor, or was it just Cyril? The thought made him laugh more than the joke itself.

“You apologize WAY too much” Kyrie said, heavily stressing the word “way”. He was smiling, but he couldn’t be more serious. As someone who was always going with the flow and trusting his gut, Kye could no longer relate well with people who were always apologizing for the slightest of transgressions. “But don’t sweat it, Cy. Can I call you Cy, Cy? I’ve already done it twice, Cy. Three strikes means you’re locked in as Cy, Cy.” Kyrie really hoped that Cy didn’t mind the fact that he was now Cy to him, though it really didn’t matter. Once Kye got a few drinks in him, Cyril being shortened to Cy was a given.

Cy’s effeminate impersonation, though very amusing to Kye, was the final nail to the head that this relationship wasn’t going anywhere past friendship. Damn shame indeed. “I am pretty damn gorgeous, huh? It should be a crime for two men that look this good to be in the same bar at the same time. We’d cause riots from people fighting over us.” The bartender scoffed before serving both Cyril and Kye their beers. Kyrie grabbed his and held it up in the air. “A toast, to new friendships and one hell of a night. You have anything to add?”

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril is a one hundred percent straight man; then again he had never actually dabbled in any relationships with a man before. He just never felt the attraction and while he had been curious for a moment the day he saw to guys kiss, he never was curious enough to find out what it was like. He just knew he loved the ladies, pretty much all of them. Guys were not as soft, not as small, and well they had the whole different parts and what not. Still Cyril knew that he didn't have a problem with gay or bi men, since to each their own and what not. Still he would probably try and get them to try out the ladies and see if he could get them to be straight. Just to see if it was something that could be done, plus people needed wingmen when it came to picking up the ladies. So Cyril was teasing and he in no way meant to upset Kye by his tack. In fact he didn't even think it was a possibility for Kye to like men to.

Cyril tended to be the kind of person who just figured based upon how someone dressed or acted. So the way Kye dressed and talked did not give any 'gayness' away to Cyril so he thought Kye was just another straight man and that was what he would think until told or saw otherwise. "Perfect, because I would have kidnapped you if you said no." Cyril said with a huge smile and was being one hundred percent honest about that because he really would have done just that. It seemed Kye didn't get the joke right away but he did end up chuckling and that pleased Cyril. Making him grin all the more and wiggling in his stool a little. "Better to apologize then to not apologize at all." Cyril said with a nod, and while sure apology all the time probably make it mean less, but it was still better than not actually saying it in Cyril's book.

Cyril snicker at Kye started to call him Cy, a lot. It pretty much was going to be stuck with him even if Cyril liked it or not. Good thing he liked it! "Cy is cool by me mate. So long as you are okay with me calling you Kye. We shall be Cy-Kye, conquers of hearts and beer bottles!" Cyril decreed as if it were now some law of ancient times that was to be obeyed or to happen like some kind of prophecy. Cyril nodded, agreeing with Kye's words about how good looking they were. Hearing the scoff from the bartended he slammed his hand down on the counter and just gave him a look. Unable to let out his anger because the guy gave them their beers. "Umm...to probably not remembering half of this." Cyril added with a nod as he grabbed his bottle, clacked it against Kye's, and then chugged it for a moment before looking to Kye. "So Kye. Mate. How you settling in?" Cyril asked, wanting to know how his newest roommate was liking the place.