Party Animals

[François Laffont]

Franck being in a bar, was there something weirder than that? Perhaps if you thought of him as the young and naive boy he used to be a few years back. He was still not going to bars often but the new and intimidating aspect of it had long been washed away. When your friends decide you need to hit pretty much every bar in town for your twenty-first birthday, you start to see these establishments differently. Clubs were still not the first place he’d hit on his own but he certainly didn’t find something scary about them. And when a friend invites you, you don’t say no. Even when you have a clear disadvantage like Franck: he never could hold his alcohol well. It was why, when Devyn Solway came back with more shots for the two of them, he started laughing.

“Easy there. You sure you want me drunk? Because I already divorced once and don’t intend to do it a second time. Plus I'm not sure your wife would appreciate it.” God, what a mistake it had been! To him, it was not a divorce though. More like an annulment. It never happened. But he was pretty sure the papers said divorce. Either way, it was not like he asked Frank for alimony.

He took the shot anyway. It was good to be out of college for a moment and just relax. Doing so with a friend was even better. Although, he felt like asking “Aren’t you tired of bars? I would’ve thought you’d want us to stay at your place or do something else.” After all, wasn’t it her job to be a bartender? Then again, he often invited his friends to the coffee shop despite working there. It was not exactly the same when you drank it instead of serving it.

He sank in his seat, playing with his glass. He took it but had yet drunk anything from it. He wanted to be careful. The chances he repeated the same mistake twice was slim but he might just end up dancing on the table or start groping guys. Who knows? “And how’s the married life? It’s not too weird with Vera being out of school?” He dared his lips to get closer to the drink and take a sip. He couldn’t care less if he was supposed to down it or not, he could not do that. Not if he wanted to keep a clear head. There were enough intoxicated people around them, their emotions reaching out for the empath. He could not perceive anything in particular but that didn’t mean their bad judgement could not eventually rub off on him.

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn was well aware of Franck's level of tolerance; or lack thereof, but that didn't mean that was going to stop her from wanting to get a few drinks with the other guy. Over the past three years she and him had gotten pretty close and she counted him a close friend for sure. It was probably because the guy was just too sweet that it was kind of hard to not end up being friends with him. As for the drinking, well she was a light weight as well. She did work on building her tolerance, but it was still something that had not changed. What was better than one guy that got drunk easily? That guy plus a married girl that got drunk easily and was a bartender.

It was perfect. Not in the logical way, but in the way that Devyn viewed it as a good time. She personally was already having a good time as she brought over another round of shots, getting a few different kinds that she had quickly mixed up for the two of them. She was technically not working, so she was allowed to drink and since she was pretty high up in her position of her job, she was allowed to mix her own drinks. "Yes I want you drunk. I'm helping you build a tolerance and try other drinks." Devyn responded back to Franck's argument. It was a good one considering that he did end up marrying one of his best friends.

"Don't worry, we will be fine. Worse case I'll call Vera up so she can pick us up before I try to get married a second time." Devyn responded teasingly with a chuckle. She never thought she be one to accidently marry someone while drunk, but anything could happen. Dev might have been happily married, but she was still bi and Franck was a looker. Was she tired of bars? Nope, even working at one didn't get her tired of the scene. "We will go to my place after if you really want to get me and Vera into bed with you." Devyn teased yet again. She did have a buzz already going from the previous shots, so she was being a bit more playful.

Dev didn't hesitate to toss back one of the shots as she got comfortable again, glancing at Franck when he asked his question about married life. How was it? "Pretty good, other than Vera has been on this puppy and baby kick of late." Devyn responded, playing with her glass for a moment. "Not weird at all. I knew it was going to end up being like that at some point. I always go for the older people, my first girlfriend was almost four years older than me." Devyn pointed out, nodding for a moment. "How things going for you? Not planning on just staying married to Franck for the tax benefits?" Devyn asked, giving Franck a look.

[François Laffont]

Franck was aware of the many differences between Devyn and himself. But it was not that kind of thing that ever stopped him to befriend someone. Devyn and himself might be very different but he also believed they had a lot in common and he got her deep down inside. Plus she had grown as one of the few he could actually recognize only through the feelings he was getting from her. It was kind of weird, that tingling feeling that just seemed to tell him this emotional imprint was familiar and then made the link with someone he was close to. Of course, in a place like this, there was not a single chance he could sense her in the crowd. For that, he would have to rely on his eyes. Luckily, they were pretty good at spotting friends coming over with alcohol in their hands,

He laughed heartily as she admitted wanting him drunk. Always so straight to the point. For that kind of thing that is. He shook his head as he watched the mix she created. “If I start dancing on the table, it will be on you. Just make sure I won’t try and get a tattoo by the end of the night.” That was one mistake he never did. Come to think of it, that was something even while sober he never did. Just to think of the needles and the pain was about to make him want to pass. Not to add that he had absolutely no idea what to get.

That marriage was weird. Not the Devyn/Vera one, of course. It was just so cute that their relationship took that turn. He meant his. Then again, alcohol plus Vegas, on top of Frank Cox, you really couldn’t expect anything less. And here he thought she’d have him sing Celine Dion on a karaoke machine after making her lose a thousand dollars in a casino. Would have been better.

He nearly choked at her joke but laughed at it. “Hey, that wedding did not turn my straight. You two got parts I don’t want to see.” Maybe the alcohol was having an effect on him, making him more loose and jolly. At least he was not getting bitchy, another effect that sometimes happened. He could actually enjoy that fuzzy feeling if it were to last all night. Might regret it tomorrow but he was not thinking of it now. “Kids? I didn’t think it would turn up already. You’d be some pretty badass mothers though.” He preferred not to talk about the technicalities two women might have to go through in order to have a baby. “You know, it’s funny, it’s the opposite for me. I always thought I’d like the older type, the more mature ones, but I always ended up dating someone younger,” he let out as he was now thinking about it. He shrugged it though. Was it really that important in the end? He chuckled again as she mentioned his marriage. “Ah no, we’re divorced. Did not even get alimony out of this,” he joked. As if he would have robbed his friend of money anyway! He raised his glass to sort of salute Devyn. “What do you say? Bottoms up?” And he did.

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn chuckled at Franck's words about if he started dancing on the table, it would be her fault. Oh, these two really should not have been out alone drinking together. They were both light weights and Dev was one to just do and not think so Franck was out of luck if he was wanting someone who would stop him from doing something crazy. Dev would be able to keep him safe and not let him do anything that would kill him, but outside that he was out of luck. "If you start dancing, I'll join you and we will get tall the hot ladies and gentlemen. Wait, no....that’s bad. You have to make sure we don't do that." Devyn responded as she just thought of how short her life would be if that were to happen.

"As for tattoos, because you said it. Now it's so going to happen but don't worry because I'll make sure you get something good." Devyn responded, pulling up her sleeve a little more to show off one of her tattoos. Yeah, Franck was now likely to end up with a tattoo by the end of the night. It was so his fault for even suggesting it because now it was going to be in Dev's mind, she liked tattoos, and she was already thinking of what would look good on him and where. Dev tossed back her other shot, almost ready to save Franck when he started to choke a little, but he was fine and was laughing. He pointed out that he had not turned sight from seeing them at the wedding and how they had parts he didn't like. That just made Dev smirk as she played with her second empty glass now, twirling it around on the table top.

"Well, I have strap ones. I'll even let you pick your size and you can't see nothing in the dark like I can." Devyn pointed out. What? IT was true and she figured that it could be a loop hole. Not that Dev actually was one to sleep with more than one person at a time, and she didn’t know how Vera felt about the idea. It was not going to happen, but it was fun to think about in the fact of how Franck would and was reacting to it. "Yeah...I blame Erika and her little one, giving others the baby bug. I mean it has been three years, we are married, and I would not mind kids. I just...I don’t know if I would be a good parent and she has her whole career ahead of her and I'm just...a bartender." Devyn said as she gestured around where they were. She didn’t see herself as the ideal mate in regards to being able to bring home the money.

She could bring home the bacon as in food and provide for them in other ways, but job wise that was still up in the air. "You did like those twins, so make sense. You real have to try and change your taste to the older ones, because the young ones are all over the place. Don't know what they want." Devyn pointed out, wanting to help Franck. He was a nice guy and should have had a nice guy in return and dev doubted her would find it among the young people. Dev fake pouted and chuckled at Franck's words about the divorce, still thinking it would have been good to keep it for some bonuses. "Shame. Well, I'll make sure that we don't get married at least. And it's bottoms up works. What do you say in French?" Devyn pointed out and then asked as she was already reaching for another shot. She was so going to feel this in the morning and Vera was not going to be pleased.

[François Laffont]

Franck knew Devyn was not exactly the friend you needed if the word of the night was moderation. He was the moderated one. Sadly, he was also easily pushed to do things. It was not that hard to make him follow along, even if that might not be smart. He laughed though, quite amused at her reply. Her life would be short lived for sure if she really ended up going after all the ladies and gentlemen in this bar. These days, you couldn’t fart without the whole world to know it. It was instantly shared on social medias. Like that would interest anyone.

“What?” he exclaimed when she pointed out he needed a tattoo. He was still a little too amused to take that seriously though. “Are you kidding me, you know how I cannot handle the pain. You see me sitting there for two hours while getting a tattoo done? I’ll die.” He was certain of it. At times, he could take the pain. But it was not the same. It would be self-inflicted. His brain would never allow him to deal with that. And then he’d need to find a way to get rid of it. Which could only need more pain.

Franck was still not the most comfortable of person when sexual matters were discussed. Strap-ons definitely went in that category. He blushed for sure. His mind did not even wandered there. It refused to imagine what it would be like (or look like). “Why are you guys always assuming I’m the bottom one? I’ll still go for a real guy though,” he let out. He said it with the glass still next to his mouth, covering himself from the embarrassment these words caused on him.

She expressed her feelings. They were pretty much what he expected, basically that she did figure kids would turn up someday but she feared she wouldn’t be the mother they deserved. “And you’re still in college right? But come on Dev, you’d be good. Just the fact that you worry tells me you’d try your best. It’s already more than many kids have,” he told her to reassure her but also because it was the truth. “It’s not like you have to make a decision tonight. But you have to admit, if there’s a baby cute enough to make you want to have your own, it’s Isaac.” He chuckled at that. Franck was in no hurry but he would be lying if he said the thought of having kids someday had not crossed his mind.

He nodded at what she said about the younger ones. Then again, it might just be that little thorn left on his side whenever he thought of why he broke up with Jasper. Or the last guy he dated. He said nothing though because he didn’t want to start thinking about it right now. “Cul sec,” he answered her. “Which basically means... dry bottom? Doesn’t really make sense in English right?” Despite his scrunching nose, he had a smile on. He knew he would regret it in the morning, at least until the hangover would leave him. But he so rarely got drunk that he could allow himself to unwind at least this time. “I don’t know what you put in that one exactly, but there’s one stuff in it I’m not sure about.”

[Devyn Solway]

With the power that her wife had, it would not be a pleasant day for Dev if she ever slipped up and cheated. Not that she ever would on purpose, but too many drinks and an always flirty attitude could land you into some trouble from time to time. That was why Franck was here; even if he too was likely to get drunk, he was still someone she could put her focus on and thus not have to worry about making any mistakes. “No I’m not kidding you. You so should get one. Like…what if you hold onto me the whole time so then you are just picking up on my emotions? Plus the person giving you one is pretty chill so there would be nothing to freak out about.” Devyn pointed out.

That was how his power worked, right? He would pick up on other people’s feelings so she didn’t see how he would have a hard time getting a tattoo. They would be going in the middle of the night after Dev would call up her friend. So it would be just the three of them there, so no other emotions to try and latch onto or something. She was not going to force him to get one, but she viewed it as a good idea. “You just got to pick one that you would really like. Maybe the uh…that tower thing in France. Get that.” Devyn said, forgetting the name of the thing in her buzzed and getting drunk bit by bit state. As for the whole Franck joining Dev and her wife, she really was mostly kidding. Teasing the other guy and enjoying how he was blushing about it, likely just trying to picture how things would work out then.

Dev could not help but to chuckle a little when Franck asked about people assuming that he was a bottom. “You’re a top? I’ll believe it when I see it.” Devyn responded, giving Franck was wink. He wanted a real guy, that was his thing, and with that they were moving on with the topic. “Yeah…but tons of people have kids while they are still in high school, so it would not be weird in that regard.” Devyn responded. She had been thinking about it, only because Vera kept talking about it on and off. Almost like she was trying to hint that she did really want to start a family and was not just making ideal conversation because she saw someone else with a kid. Devyn smiled a little to hear Franck think that she would be a good parent.

“Yeah…true. Well…if we end up having one. Can I count on you to help baby sit from time to time?” Devyn went ahead and asked. She still was not sure if she would be the best parent and having someone who could detect people’s emotions would be very useful when trying to solve a baby’s needs. Franck said nothing more about his younger taste and ended up translating what Dev wanted to know. Which of course resulted in Devyn starting to laugh at the direct translation of it. “Well then, Dry Bottom!” Dev said, giving a toast. She still chuckled a little as she climbed and rolled over the bar to mix some more drinks. “Pfft, you have not tried anything yet. Drink up. I got one more shot for you.” Devyn responded, gesturing to the other shot glasses that were waiting for Franck to toss them back.

[François Laffont]

Apparently, the tattoo thing was for real. Franck never stopped anyone from getting one, unless it was a very ridiculous one or at some place they really shouldn’t have any, but he was not seeing himself get one. Beyond the simple fact it might hurt, he just couldn’t see what he’d want to have printed on his skin for the rest of his life. This just seemed like a wrong idea to him. Even more so if he was to get the Eiffel tower. “I love France but not that much. It reminds me of that guy at Wayne’s World. He wanted me to get a golden star. Didn't get why until someone told me it’s apparently a code for a guy who never slept with a girl before.” He shouldn’t go to Wayne’s World. He learned far too much gay slang. You’d think it would be natural, since he was gay but that was too much stuff, often very sexual, that he didn’t need to know about. It was not like he would ever talk of this with anyone after all. But he was glad he found out what that star meant before he let himself be convinced of it. Just because he never slept with a girl didn’t mean he wanted it written on his arm.

“Hey, I’ve topped before!” Franck let out with a slightly offended tone. He was not really offended but the alcohol was talking. And sadly for him, alcohol had a tendency of making him very talkative and sometimes bitchy. What he’d normally not talk about now became something he’d share freely. “I just prefer being taken than take the guy, you know? But that doesn’t make me submissive. I very often ask for it first.” Now that his status as more of a power bottom than a submissive one was established, he nodded and opted to forget about it. A wise idea for he might regret it once he’d sober up.

“You might be a little too old to be a teen mom but come on, since when the fact others people do it is a reason why you should? By the way, how do you intend to, you know, do it? ‘Cause you two might have more balls than a lot of guys, it’s still just a metaphor.” Ok, that was the proof he was drunk. Not only because of the way he brought it up, although that just proved he had too much and needed to slow down, but just the fact he asked it showed he might not be able to think before saying anything. At least not as much as he would being sober. “Hey, if you get one, I expect to be the godfather. Or the really, really cool uncle,” he replied when she asked about the babysitting. At this rate, he should start a kindergarten and make a living out of it.

Despite having quite enough alcohol in his system, at least enough so he would know when things are too crazy and stop, Devyn wanted him to have more. “You are paying the taxi, lady,” he told her before he obeyed and took the shot glass. Why people seemed to wince when they were done? Shouldn’t that prove they better not do that to begin with? Yet here he was and once he drank it, he smiled brightly at Devyn.

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn chuckled at Franck’s response to why he would not want the tower thing on his body, which made sense but Dev just figured he was making excuses. She personally thought he would good some extra cool points if he got at least once, even if he was just going to get his name on his thigh or somewhere like that. He didn’t need to get anything big like a fire breathing tiger to cover up his whole back, even if that did sound pretty badass now that Dev was thinking about it. “Oh! We use that…well they…whatever, lesbians who have never slept with a before are called that too. I of course can’t claim such a star since I’ll sleep with a guy or girl.” Dev responded as she tossed back another shot that she had quickly put together.

A gold star would not look good on her friend, even if he was such a gold star. Sadly. Devyn still snickered as Franck augured that he had topped before. She was having a hard time being that, but Franck had a few drinks and so did she so she was a little more willing to accept his words. Everyone did have it in them to be a top; they just had to want someone bad enough. She had a hard time picturing Franck with anyone other than a top so just didn’t see him ever getting the chance to top. “Ah, so then you are just lazy?” Dev asked with a smirk. Franck liked to take and ask for it and could take someone else but he just preferred for it to be the other way around. Dev saw that as him being lazy, but nothing wrong with that so long as his partner didn’t mind.

He was then pointing out how she was a bit too old to be a teen mom and some other stuff that Dev didn’t fully here since she ended up dazing out for a moment as she stared at him. She heard what he was saying for the most part but another part of her felt like it was time to take it a bit slower on the drinks. Nah. “Uh…I didn’t think about it too much. I heard that they have a way to take like stem cells out of me to turn into a sperm to get her pregnant with so that way it’s both biologically ours, but idk the science behind it and if it makes your baby come out messed up or not. She having it, so I think I’ll leave it to her to make the call there.” Dev pointed out. No way would she be carrying around any babies for nine months or however long she would have to hold a baby for.

Dev was chuckling again when Franck was saying how he expected to be the godfather or really cool uncle to the baby. She didn’t have a problem with that and figured that Vera would not have an issue with it either. “Well I don’t have any brothers so you can be the really cool Uncle then and know that I so might ask you to baby sit just so I can bang Vera.” Dev pointed out as she heled up her glass as if to toast. Yup, she would so ask someone to watch her kid just so she could do that, seemed like the right thing to do instead of having a baby in the house when such things were going down.

Franck joined her for another round, pointing out that she was paying the taxi. “I goooot you. You and me. Me and you. We so got that taxi.” Devyn responded with a smirk. Drinking should stop now, but oh look at that, she had finished making a few more shot glasses that could not be wasted. She was already pushing half of them over to Franck and the other half to herself. Just these few more and then they could stop. “Question! Did you and Frank ever…you know…make out?” Dev asked, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned in a little closer. They had ended up bringing so drunk that they got married, so making out had to be involved, right?

[François Laffont]

When he had been told to get a golden star, he thought it was because he was gold. That was an expression for someone who was really nice, no? He was so perfect in everything. Well, not really but he was aiming for it or at least doing the best he could at all times so he thought that made sense. And then he found out what else it could mean. Franck didn’t know a lot of gay slang. Mainly because most of it was so sexual, and that was not something he was comfortable talking with strangers. Even friends rarely heard details from him. It was something that should remain intimate. Apparently that term was used for lesbians too. Not that he was wholly surprised. “I might be a golden star but I don’t think it’s something I need to show off on my skin,” he said. He knew Devyn was bisexual. He had never heard of her being with a guy but he didn't know her a lot before she started dating Vera. Even if she did, he could hardly blame her. She did what she wanted, so long as she didn’t intend to do it with him. And he knew she would not try. She knew he was gay. Not bi, not even a tiny bit curious, gay.

Yes, Franck topped before. He didn’t just stood on his legs and arms and waited to be taken. He tried that too. He thought it made sense to try, at least to know how it felt. It was great but Franck also knew he was more of a bottom. He was just like that, nothing wrong with it. But she called him lazy and his mouth opened like he was offended. His eyes showed he was amused she dared call him that though. “No, no, no, you don’t get it. He can lie down and let me do all the work I just... it’s the position I like. I’m... what’s the word. Oh yeah.” He approached his face of her, pointing a finger in her direction. “A power bottom.” Once he shared that secret with her he straightened up again, smiling like he was proud he found out the term he was looking for. He even nodded so she would know it was true. “That’s what I am.” Although he could also say right now that what he was was drunk.

Franck was surprised the science had gone this far. “You can do that?” In a way, he thought it was incredible, if such a thing was possible, but he also couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable at how unnatural it sounded. “I guess there are banks for that too but it’s not the same when you can’t even tell who it comes from. What if they’ve got diseases they didn’t share or aren’t as smart or strong or tall as he wrote.” It was their problem though. Devyn claimed she’d let Vera decide since she was the one who’d carry the baby inside of her but he doubted Vera would take this decision without a good conversation with Devyn first. He was not involved though so this question answered, he didn’t mean to talk any further of it.

He knew he had no biological link to either of them but he could be there enough to be some sort of uncle figure. He didn’t demand godfather only because that was not something Devyn could just decide like that. It might be good that she convinced herself she could be a good mother and wanted a child first too. He shook his head at what she said. He was not surprised though. Devyn had always been straight to the point so of course she’d admit she intended to sleep with Vera while he played the babysitter. “I can do it also when you won’t bang her,” he pointed out. He had a tight schedule but he always made sure he had the time for his friends, even if that would be his friends’ child.

Devyn assured she got the taxi covered. It was a good thing for she set up more shot glasses and Franck was not sure how much he could take still. He’d leave most of them to her. It might be cruel, seeing she had a smaller frame and all but he was just bad with alcohol. Plus he didn't know which one between Vera and his dad would be the most disappointed to see them hungover. As he reached for one of the glasses, she asked about Frank. He froze a moment at the question. “It’s not like we ever... I mean we kissed but that was not like making out. It never was.” He was about to take the shot then realised what he said. “That’s not what you think. She was high on energy drinks, had not slept for days and bumped her head really hard and when I came to check on her she just kissed me. Nothing else ever happened. I mean, she’s a girl!”

[Devyn Solway]

Dev thought about what he said for a moment, probably a bit too long but considering that she was drinking and was a light weight it made sense. "True! But, I still think you should get a tattoo." Devyn responded then once the thoughts clicked into place. He didn't have to get a gold star; Dev didn't think it would have looked good on him, but she still thought he should have got one. "Think of like what if you were to die in a way that they were only able to identify your body by the tattoos? That’s why I got them. Well, part of the reason." Devyn pointed out with several nods. When you turned into a beast and lost control over your power when you were young you worried about someone putting to many bullets through you and you dying that way.

Having something that would identify her among the bullet holes, was part of why she got tattoos. The other part was because her first relationship partner had tattoos and wanted her to get some. She stared at him while still managing to drink another shot as he explained that he was not lazy. He was a power bottom. Dev was actually kind of surprised that Franck knew that word but it brought a huge smirk to her face. "Oooooooh, I see. I had no idea that you could be a naughty boy like that. So you call the shots. Was it like that with your boyfriend uh...that one kid. The one with the twin?" Devyn asked, trying to recall the kid’s name. It rhymed with his twin was all she could recall.

"Yeah, but it’s supposed to be super painful. It basically like the whole bone marrow surgery since that’s where they get the stem cell." Devyn explained. What happened after that was that it was turned into a sperm cell, how they did it Dev didn't know. Hell, they figured out how to do a lot of things with science in the reproductive field that Dev was not all that surprised they could do such a thing. Now only if it was not supposed to be painful as hell. "Yeah! That’s what I'm saying! That’s why I'm like...maybe risk the pain so that I know my baby will be okay! Plus...plus like, it be mine. Like DNA male me, but mine." Dev said, fumbling a little over her words as she tapped on the table with her shot glass.

"Yeah, you can watch the kid then too. I just...I really want to bang Vera right now. Like if she was here. I bang her on this table. Would that scare you for life?" Devyn asked in a teasing tone as she smirked at Franck and nudged him a little with her elbow before she started to snicker. She was staring again with a smirk growing even more on her face as Franck tried to explain what went down with him and Frank. "But like...you guys got married. You sure you didn't at least...stick it in or practice some of your French skills with your tongue?" Devyn asked, lowering her voice to a whisper as she leaned in more. They were married! How could they not have even if Franck was super gay?!

[François Laffont]

Franck was never very hard to push to do something. Even when he was rather against it at first, if you kept pleading your case long enough with him, and that generally didn’t take too long, he would end up going along with you. And if you add to that the fact he had a few shooters already, and didn’t seem about to end just yet, he might very well end up the night with a brand new tattoo on his arm. “Yes, like what? I’m not really sure about what could fit me,” he responded as she found some new argument in favor of putting some ink on his skin. “Maybe I should try with a fake one. Like, with a pen or a marker or something...” That seemed like a good idea. And something he would not regret the next day. Unlike her, he didn't have to fear being some John Doe in a dark alley. Franck was hardly doing anything risky in his life.

He laughed, certainly blushing too but too drunk to really care, as she called him naughty. He often tried to make people understand that he was not as innocent as they thought. Sure, he didn’t talk of sex a lot, or even used the words often, even to express his desire of some action with someone. But that didn’t mean he didn’t do it, or enjoyed it. It was a case of ‘I’d rather do it than speak of it’ really. His brows arched up as she tried to remember one of his exes. “Oh, you mean Jasper,” he said as she mentioned the twin factor. He shook his head. “That guy liked to be in control too much but it happened sometimes. Come to think of it, Malcolm too... But Alex let me take control of everything. Then again, he turned out to prefer girls so...” Maybe that monologue should have stayed in his head but, the alcohol helping, he had not much of a filter right now. He shrugged as he thought of this. “I still was the one asking for it more than they probably realised.” That was enough for him. Besides, he started to find ridiculous to talk of his sex life when it was currently nonexistent. He needed a man. Why couldn’t he go for flings, that would be so easy for him to pick someone tonight?

“Ouch,” he let out, giving a face fitting the comment. “You must really be committed to it.” Looks like science went a lot further than he thought it did but was still not perfect. He nodded at what she said, even if he was not too sure it was natural to turn a female into a male like that. “Yeah. Better than take something out of a stranger and hope they didn’t lie about themselves.” From what he knew, and that didn’t go further than what tv shows and movies showed him, they had to write a few things like height, hair and eye color and studies and some hobbies too apparently, or maybe they just made that up. Either way, he thought it shouldn’t be too hard to look better on the paper than what you were in real life.

Devyn expressed her desire to have her wife here and the things she would do to her if that was the case. “I think it will. I think I’ll have to gouge out my eyes and scrub my brain from the image,” he told her after waiting a moment, his mouth opened at this confession. He shook his head, a little smile going on his face. “You want to end the night? You could go back home to her? Unless she’s working some night shifts. They do have night shifts in the police, right?” It had to be a stupid question but Franck had too much alcohol in his system to really notice if a question was intelligent or not. Devyn implied he might have done something similar with Frank since they got married. “I can still have that golden star on my shoulder without lying, thank you,” he assured her. At least, he was pretty sure of it. Otherwise, he would have dressed back up after the act and drunk as they were, he couldn’t see how he could have done it without passing out afterwards.

[Devyn Solway]

Alright, he was at least willing to listen to the idea of getting a tattoo but it seemed like she had to come up with something that would look good on him. Devyn had to think, letting out a 'hmmmm' in the process as she tapped her glass on the counter of the bar. What would look good on him. "It would have to be something simple, like maybe words. Maybe your name or a family members name in a nice scripty-ish font." Devyn said, certain she was not even using real words at this point but oh well. She was drinking and by this point her light weight body was drunk. "No, no, no. if you are going to get a fake one, you get the temporary ones. The ones that will wash away after a few days or so. None of this market things." Devyn pointed out. If he was going to get even a fake one, then it was going to have to be a good fake one and she even knew a place where he could get it.

Then again it could be her chance to get him to get a real one, but she would not be that mean to him because he was her friend after all. AS for the topic of sex lives and how Franck deep down was 'a freak on the low' as some would call it. Dev could not help but to smirk and just pleased to hear all of this. Franck might have bene blushing but he was still telling her the information which would have been harder to get out of him had he been sober. "Yeah him!" Devyn said, a little too loud which had her quickly covering her mouth and scooting closer to Franck again so she would not be so loud again. Or at least minimize it. She listened as he explained the past people that he had been with and pointed out who was really calling the shots and how he basically was the one asking for the sex.

"Awww, that is so cute to hear. Well hot too. Like I would not think that was the case for you but that just goes to show it’s the ones you don't expect that are really freaky in the sheets deep down." Devyn pointed out with a snicker. She went to toss her last drink back but she didn't feel so hot so slid it away and figured this was a good stopping point for her. "I am, I want to make her happy. If going through some pain so we can have a baby together is what it takes, and then I'll do it." Devyn said, clinching her fist and looking as determined as ever. she was still terrified she would not be a good parent and that something would go wrong but she thought the same way about asking Vera to marry her and thus far that had turned out a lot better then she had expected with no regrets.

"Right? Like I don't want something bad to happen to my kid all because someone lied on that thing." Dev pointed out, plus again she wanted the kid to be hers even more then the fact that it came out of her wife. "Pfft, deep deep down you would enjoy it." Devyn pointed out as she would go to poke Franck in his side a few times. There was an offer to end the night, but Dev shook her head no. "Not yet, she works late but but, we should probably head out. Stop by the tattoo place and get you that temporary tattoo." Dev spoke up, because yes she was set in stone with this idea now. Vera did have to work late and Dev really didn't like to be alone ever since she got infected with SPRITE because of what it did to her. "Alrightttttt, if you say so. I still think you and Frank did a bit more than just make out." Dev teased as she called someone over so she could pay for the drinks, ending up falling to the floor as soon as she did.

[François Laffont]

While Devyn was thinking about what kind of tattoo would look good on him, he did the same. She said something that fit him. But what fit him? He was not exactly seeing himself with an angel on his shoulder. Plus he hated being called that. Being the good guy, the ‘saint’, had brought him nothing but being dumped by guys who claimed not to be ‘good enough for him’. He had to change his mind quickly from this. Franck was not exactly the happiest when drunk and he didn’t want to become a soppy sod next to Devyn. Mostly because Devyn was able to kick his ass if he did.

French stuff seemed too obvious too. He was a nice guy. A ray of sunshine. A sun? Why not... “Names? Rays of sunshine in my life.” Yes, somehow, the two ideas ended up mixing together in his head, something that might not have occurred in hers but he didn't realise this. “You mean like, what’s the name. They do that in India. Henné? No, that’s French. Henna?” His French accent was showing more and more too as his brain was too busy trying to say things in a coherent way to bother about the accent used to speak them.

In any other circumstances, he would have blushed at what he shared and tried to bury himself really deep underground so he wouldn’t hear what she had to say. But he was currently not minding. It was not the first time people talked of sex to him. He could take some, when it was about other people’s sex life. He kept his private. And he intended to tell her. “Hey, I don’t bother speaking it because I prefer to do it.” Okay, now was time to stop the booze. Even he could tell. He was drunk just enough to know he should quit. He’d do that. It would be best, really.

He smiled brightly, or at least he figured it was brightly but who knows how much his drunken brain altered the reality. “Aww. I want to make someone happy like that too. Not, not the baby part. The happy part. Just the happy part. Well, maybe the baby part too but later.” And he swatted the air as if that sign emphasized the term later. He nodded in agreement with her. “Right. The other must be painful. And expensive. But this way is expensive AND you can’t be certain there was not some little defect they had not noticed before.” Somehow, he seemed to realise that he would have talked differently had they talked of this in her house, or his. This was a conversation better kept for other, more sober times maybe. Then again, it was their lives, he shouldn’t meddle in.

He laughed a bit as she poked him, trying to get away from her range. “I would only because you would,” he argued as he did that. He should have told her no, but he was just happy to leave. Clubs were nice but it always took so much out of him to deal with the crowd and the emotions around. He preferred to be out, even if she decided they should head somewhere else after. “That, my dear friend, you’ll never know,” he said as she once again tried to find out what might have happened when the two Fran(c)ks got married. He quickly went to grab her and help her up as she fell down. “You ok? I think fresh air will be good for you too.”

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn would not have minded if Franck got all sad on her, but then she would have gotten all said on him because she tended to actually allow herself to show all of her emotions when she was drunk. At the moment she was in mostly a good mood since she was honestly happy with where she was in life. There were a few things that she was worried about and thinking about but Franck had done well to be a good distraction and make her feel like she would be good at the things she was worried at. Only time would tell, but right now time was about thinking up a tattoo and making sure to not drink anymore so she would not throw up. Using names seemed to be the best idea for a tattoo for Franck, or some kind of saying but the question was what names or saying?

“Sure. Whatever name makes you feel good on the inside. Could be your parent’s names or a saying that you love from a book. I have Vera’s name tattooed on my body now.” Devyn pointed out as she went to lift up her shirt and pointed to her ribs which had names written along them. Well, two names; her father’s and Vera’s. Franck was then trying to say the kind of tattoo to get, which had Devyn giving a shrug. “You could get that too. The one I was thinking of is…well I actually don’t know. I never watched it get done but like Henna it washes off after a while but it does not do that dry crust thing.” Devyn pointed out, rubbing her head as she tried to remember and also keep the room from spinning for a moment.

Dev snickered as Franck pointed out that he didn’t like talking about it because he liked to do it. “A man of action, I can respect that.” Devyn said with several nods and a smirk. “I’m sure you will. You are a catch man. Like such a good man. Your downfall is the males you like are children…not like actually children in age but like behavior. Least that last guy you dated was such a kid. Hard to get kids to like comment and like…I don’t know. Know what they want.” Devyn said, feeling like she was talking in circles to herself and thus shrugged after before the whole falling event. She nodded her head at his pointing out expensive and painful bit.

“Yup. Yup. I can handle the pain but it’s the money I’m worried about.” Devyn pointed out as she looked at the money she had placed on the table to pay for their drinks. She certainly was not helping save up at this rate. She needed to change that. “Awww, boooooo!” Devyn yelled out when Franck told her she would never know. She lay on the floor for a moment before taking his help up. “I’m the okest. Totes ok. Let go. Fresh air. Then tattoo.” Devyn said as she managed to make her way outside, where she proceeded to slump against the building as she tried to work her phone to call them a taxi.

[François Laffont]

Despite being drunk and this getting hard to do, Franck tried to keep the feelings he sensed under control. That meant keeping Devyn in a good mood. She was closer to him so naturally her emotions were stronger. And he was focusing on her, just so he wouldn’t risk losing it because of the crowd. It was really the only way he could survive in a club. As much as he loved dancing, he couldn’t do it unless he stayed near the edge of the dance floor and only for a song at a time. Even being touched only by the one he was dancing with was not enough, as there were just too many people gathered in the area his power covered. At least in bars people felt all sorts of things. It was not like a game or a concert.

He was not surprised that Devyn tattooed Vera’s name on herself. It was the kind of thing you’d expect from her. But having his parents’ name... “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to have my mother’s name somewhere on me. Unless you want me to feel down every time I look at it,” he replied. He knew he’d like to have her name there but it would also always remind him that it was the only way he could have her and that would be depressive. “A sun’s like me, right? If I want to put names, I guess I can place them in the rays.” He then laughed as he thought about how funny that would be to put Devyn’s name in a ray of sunshine when her power had to do with darkness. He didn’t speak it though so clearly she’d have no idea what brought him to chuckle on his own like an idiot.

Franck would have blushed so hard if he understood what he just said. He probably sounded like he was a lot more into sex than he really was. He was a hugger sure. He liked to kiss and be next to someone he liked. And of course being more intimate was always nice too. But he probably sounded like he did it a lot more than what was the truth. “Hey don’t be too hard of Jasper, he was the best boyfriend I had so far. We probably shouldn’t have dated in the first place though. Don’t know if I should cry about this...” This sounded rather depressive alright. But Franck was not in a mood to cry. “At least he took the breakup well. Malcolm... you knew he wrote some crazy stuff about me after he dumped me? Said I was still in Jasper. And that I must be sleeping with him still. And Casper too.” Yeah, at least Jasper took it well. Then again, he finally had the same relationship Franck was giving his brother so he was sort of happy, even if having no sex sucked. Franck still went out with them so they got out with more good than bad.

“You think the government would pay a part? They should but I guess they don’t care. They might also not want to do it for us since... well, you know...” Franck was not sure what the government thought of mutants. There had to be some against them. That wouldn’t make it easy for Devyn. “You can still get a donor you trust if nothing works out,” he said with a shrug. In the end, it was a matter that concerned only Devyn and Vera. He was laughing as he followed her outside. “You sure it would be ok? That night will cost you.” He was not against dropping the tattoo idea, especially when they downed drinks and still had to pay a taxi to take them home.