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and heading out to grab himself a celebratory beer. It wasn’t about popularity or wanting to brag. He wanted the action and experience. He wanted to right wrongs. Of course, he wouldn’t say that out loud. Stavros would only point out how childish it was.
    He groaned into his hands after finishing off his second drink. The whiskey burned his gut and warmed his blood enough to make him flushed. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked around for the bartender. He spotted her on the far end of the bar with one hand on a hip while the other tried to pull a glass away from a patron. It was obvious that she was displeased, but her voice was too quiet for him to hear.
    She threw her hands up in defeat and began scolding loudly. A glass was shoved forward and shattered on the floor and Elion rose from the stool with a groan. He was exhausted, but he wasn’t going to ignore some drunken asshole giving the lady a hard time. When he reached the end a dry chuckle bubbled from his throat.
    “Why am I not surprised?” Stavros turned his head on a weak neck to glare at his partner. His eyes were bloodshot and heavy and it smelled like he had downed half the bar’s stock.
    “Lita, did you call this fucking kid?” Stavros demanded. Lolita arched a manicured brow and smirked.
    “This is Elion, isn’t it? I’ll be damned, he’s a cutie.”
    “Shut up,” Stavros slurred angrily. Elion swatted him upside the head and Stavros looked at him wide-eyed.
    “You don’t tell a lady to shut up. Even you can’t be that much of an asshole,” he said, arms folded over his chest. “Let’s go. I’ll take you home.”
    Stavros shoved Elion back the second his hands landed on him. He grabbed for the almost empty cup on the bar only for Lolita to pull it away and shake her head.
    “You’ve been here since this afternoon, darlin’. Time to sleep it off.”
    Elion glared at him. Of course the bastard would skip out on his shift to go sit at a bar. This time Stavros pulled back before Elion could grab him. Elion huffed and rolled his eyes as Stavros continuously grabbed for the jacket beside him, missing every time.
    “I don’t need your help,” the older man muttered. Elion chuckled.
    “Alright, if you can stand up and make it to the door without falling, I’ll go away. If not, I’m taking you home.” Elion stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited with an amused smile.
    “Tell me how you really feel,” Elion mumbled as Stavros slurred insults while trying, and failing, to grab his jacket once more. It was obvious he was completely out his mind, though Elion had a strong feeling that the things Stavros was saying, he truly meant. That’s why when Stavros stumbled forward with absolutely no idea that he was falling, Elion let him.
    Stavros hit the floor with a pained groan and didn’t bother to try and get up. It was almost comical to see him on the ground, his hair falling out of its tie and his clothing disheveled. He looked no better than the drunk they had thrown in a cell days prior.
    “You aren’t gonna be able to get into his place,” Lolita said casually. Her elbows were on the bar and her chin rested in her hand as she watched with amusement. “He has wards up.”
    “Wonderful.” Elion frowned. He groaned as he heaved the half-conscious man upright. “Gods, what do you eat?” He wrapped an arm around Stavros’ waist and pulled one of Stavros’ arms around his neck.
    “What are you doing here?” Stavros yawned, looking at Elion without a hint of malice. “You want a drink?”
    “No thanks. How about we get outta here?” Elion chuckled as he prepared to teleport them to his apartment. Stavros’ head hit Elion’s shoulder as he mumbled his agreement.
    Elion’s apartment wasn’t much, but it was home. It was just him, and it wasn’t like he ever had guests, so there was no need to decorate. Stavros tried to lift his head and look around, but resorted to just dropping it once more. Elion sucked in a