Oh Friday Nights [Silas]

[Zephyr]

Just what?

Silas has to blink a couple times. Did the guy just say he was going to get Silas’ plate. It takes him a second to react, but when he does, he glares at Zander. “Hey, no. You bitch, I can get my own fo…” But his words are cut short when Zander pushes him. He thinks about shoving back past the other werewolf on principle, but he resists the urge, pushes it down and goes to sit down. He justifies this by telling himself that since he fixed them breakfast out of the kindness of his heart, Zander owes him something.

Even with this in mind, Silas has an awfully hard time just sitting there while someone else does all the work. He’s on the verge of getting up and putting on some clothes or making his own damn plate or something when his food is shoved in front of him. The wolf stills his restlessness and manages a grunt in acknowledgement.

The doctor’s never been known as the most gracious host, and by the time Zander has sat down with his own plate, Silas’ shoved a whole piece of bacon in his mouth, and he’s glaring at Zander like the other man might steal the food right out of his mouth. He pretty much ignores the comment about bread, because this is more food than he’s had in a long ass time and he really isn’t in the position to complain.

The ridiculous expression on his face melts into somberness when the werewolf finishes speaking. It isn’t like anyone ever listens to him anyway…especially the ones who know him. He knows that it doesn’t matter how many warnings he tosses out…people tend to do the opposite of what he actually says. And even Silas isn’t stupid enough to believe that if he tells the wolf that he enjoys his company very much and never ever wants him to leave that he’ll actually do it.

The thought is something that comforts Silas somewhat. While it isn’t enough to wipe away his belief that everyone leaves you in the end, it’s enough for the moment at least, and Silas is more than content to let the subject drop, shoving some more food into his mouth as he thinks of something to say once he doesn’t have a mouthful of food.

“So, why do you get wasted in bars late at night? You weren’t with anyone, so I’m thinking that you go with the sole purpose of getting drunk. Not that I’m in any position to judge.” He tilts his head curiously at Zander for a while before he shrugs and his voice goes a hair lower. “I’m just curious. You don’t seem to be the self-pitying type…so what gives?” Silas waits for his answer in the best way he knows how, finishing off his plate of food.

He hadn’t realized how fucking much he missed real cooked food that isn’t mass prepared in the hospital cafeteria or wrapped in a greasy paper.

He is most definitely going to eat his fill.

[Zander Burke]

When Silas had complied, and didn't tear his head off with the accidental... shove -- Zander was pretty smug, but he never let it show. For now he was focused on getting all this food into his stomach. And was it ever fucking good, Zander was a shoddy cook at best. He never had time to properly learn, nor did anyone bother to show him how. So it was never homemade meals, just stuff that was pre-made, pre-marinaded. Pretty much shit you could just toss into the oven and wait. Although corn and sidekicks were pretty easy as well. Zander would never be able to live like Silas with practically no food. Sure Zander wastes money on food that may spoil, because he works all god-damned day -- but Zander loves food. If there was nothing to eat in his apartment, he would go nuts.

Silas' question was one he hoped wouldn't get asked. But there it was so Zander couldn't leave it hanging. After swallowing what he had in his mouth he would try at an answer. "I don't.... hang out with anyone outside of work," he replied sort of hesitant, not sure how to phrase this without sounding like a complete loser. "Drinking home alone, just fucking sucks. I like to be around people. Soo.. the bar is where I go." he replied simply sort of avoiding Silas' gaze for the moment as he ate a bit more. Once that was swallowed, "I don't get nearly as fucking wasted as I used to. Its why I stopped drinking fucking liquor, it just fucked me up."

Zander would stand getting up to get a bit more, he would also indicate to Silas silently asking if he wanted anymore. If Silas agreed Zander would get them some more food. He was still a bit tired, but he at least didn't feel as shoddy as he had when he woke up. "Before, I just used to drink because I could. Get as fucking loaded as I could without dying, and just go. Got me in a ton of shit though. Apparently liquor just goes straight to my head, and I have no fucking idea whats happening." he added hoping his shift in reply would distract from the point that he didn't have friends. Sure the guys from work were cool shit, but they were co-workers... and most had their own lives like a family. His mother called his bar adventures attention seeking, and Zander honestly didn't care.

When he was finished eating he leaned back in his seat, "That was fucking good. I may have to... stick around to taste some more of your cooking." he stated a sly smile clearly just testing to see his reaction. "If you cook more... I may just feel obligated to show you my hobby." he added the sly smile turning into a smirk, always hinting at something dirtier than what he actually means. "Now hand me your plate, i'll do the fucking dishes."

[Zephyr]

The gaze Silas levels at Zander is emotionless, even if the man is surprised by the other wolf’s words. He seems like the exact kind of person who would be the life of the party; everyone’s friend. Silas would think that Zander would have a whole ton of people to hang out with, to call if he ever needed sex fast. He wonders why this isn’t true. He could certainly have tons of friends if he actually tries…and the doctor wonders why he doesn’t try…why he decided, instead, to hand out with a grumpy doctor who pretty much sucks at everything that isn’t surgeries.

Though he’s curious, he knows better than to press his luck. Zander is obviously hesitant to talk about the matter, and Silas isn’t so curious that he just has to know. If the werewolf wants him to know, he’ll tell him. Until then, he’ll just have to be content with the explanation he’s gotten out of him so far. He realizes that Zander is trying hard not to catch his gaze, but the surgeon just shrugs. “Friends are overrated anyway.” He fully believes that it’s possible to live without them. It might not be an exactly healthy existence…but why would you miss something you’ve never had?

Silas listens to Zander, deciding whether he should speak. His story isn’t the happiest, and it might not be taken very well by almost a complete stranger…but something tells him he can trust this strange man and Silas waits until he finishes speaking about liquor to catch Zander’s gaze and hold it. “There was a time, not too long ago, when I lived to drink.” He pushes his plate away and shrugs. “It was right after this guy that I cared deeply for left me. He cheated on me and then just left, without a word. My best friend was also gone, and I had no one and nowhere to turn. I was devastated. I did nothing but work and sleep and drink until I passed out.”

By this time, the words are a mere murmur as he recalls them; realizes how awful he had been…and it hurts. “It got so bad that one day I took a gun with me, holed myself up in an alley with a bottle of bourbon. I don’t remember the gun so much, but I don’t think I meant to kill myself. I can’t imagine why I would kill myself…but apparently other people thought I had meant to. He came back…” His words trail off, and for the first time, Silas becomes hesitant to speak. The doctor snorts softly. “…my best friend came back for me. He tried to get me home…he…got himself shot. I got him shot. After that, making myself sick with liquor just seemed like a bad idea.”

The wolf licks his lips, shrugging a little. “I still drink, and sometimes I drink a lot. My line of work is stressful. People die a lot. Even if you don’t care, it’s impossible to not be affected by so much death. I still have Matthias…he isn’t staying away as much anymore, and I’m trying to put myself back together. I’ll probably always drink, but not nearly as much as I did then.”

There. Zander shared his story and Silas shared his. Now hopefully the guy will stop thinking that Silas will think badly about him. He hands his plate over to Zander and eyes him suspiciously for a moment. The offer to show the wolf his hobby, and that smile he flashes at Silas has the wolf growling lightly in interest. This is not a realm which Silas is completely unfamiliar. It might have been a while since Silas has been with anyone, but the wicked grin that comes to his lips is right at home. “And what kind of hobbies do you have?”

[Zander Burke]

"Yeah they can be. But ever since I was attacked, its been like this persistent itch to be around others more often. Its fucking stupid." this was one of his issues with his wolf, stupid social creatures. He figured werewolves would be more solitary, since that is what you read about. But nope.

Once Zander had glanced back to Silas, his gaze was locked there as the other wolf successfully caught his eye. Silas began to explain himself, or at least tell him a story as well. The werewolf, shut his mouth, and just listened. His interest in wanting to hear part of why Silas was the way he is... is what kept his gaze locked with Silas'. As he was expecting some sob story, and sorry excuse why he was drowning in alcohol. What he got was something a bit different. While Zander believes no one should drown themselves in alcohol, for reasons like this. Silas sort of had an excuse... and that reason was because it reminded him of his father. Where the love of his life just... ended everything -- but he had never turned to alcohol.

But if that was all you knew, Zander shouldn't condemn anyone. Not when he was a bit of a hypocrite himself. "That's... rough."

This werewolf, had a pretty normal life... a bit reckless yes... but he had never been around guns or anything of the sort. The most action he had that was out of the norm...is when the werewolf attacked him years prior. He couldn't imagine how Silas must have felt watching someone he cared about get fucking shot.

Zander took Silas' plate, and was surprised to see Silas grinning back... just as mischievously. It was too bad that his little hobby of his wasn't as dirty as Zander was making it out to be. Otherwise they actually may have a bit of fun with that. Zander was pleased Silas was playing along, a bit more than pleased actually. It didn't help that the wolf inside him was practically purring, it was a little unnerving to have two sets of feelings bearing down on you. It would appear if Zander wishes to stick around, he was going to have to get over this.

"That. Is a surprise, though I do intend to show you." Zander's grin suddenly mirrored Silas' wicked one, "that is if you want for me to come around more often." His amused eyes, would gleam before he began to rack and stack their current pile of dishes. He honestly doesn't know how Silas would react to Zander's little interest -- but good or bad it would be interesting to see. Plus this would also give Zander a chance to get to know Silas a little more. Not just about pasts what what sort of shit they got into... more like interests and what not.

After he filled the sink he turned his head a bit, "Twenty fucking question time, because washing dishes is boring as fuck." eyes back to the sink he would ask, "favorite band, and favorite song by which ever band it is." He would pause setting a clean plate on either the rack (or the second sink if he had one). "No you can't get out of this, but you can ask the same fucking shit. No rules." he added, smirking to himself.

[Zephyr]

He doesn’t tell people what’s going on with him often. He suspects that if he does, he’ll get almost the same response over and over again. Silas is relieved that Zander doesn’t apologize to him, at least. It isn’t something that he thinks requires an apology. It had been his fault he’d been left, he’s sure. He’d asked for more than the man could give him; was a little too demanding; thought that maybe, possibly, he was enough to change him. Old habits die hard and old flames can’t be extinguished. It doesn’t matter. He isn’t drowning himself in booze and work anymore…well, he is drowning himself in work, if only to distract himself from what he really wants.

What he really wants he can’t have and the realization tears at his gut; makes his smile a little jagged at the edges. This is wrong, it is so wrong, but looking at Zander, at the other werewolf’s easy smiles and inviting eyes, he can’t find it in him to stop. He’ll have to know, eventually what Silas wants…who he wants, but for now, nothing is happening and Silas can pretend for a second that he is actually wanted.

His eyebrows quirk at the other werewolf’s mischievous words, and Silas is almost tempted to push. It’s been so long since anyone’s been interested in him like that, and even longer since he’s been sober enough to appreciate it. He just stays where he is though, snorting a little at the wolf’s words. “Do I really have a choice?” Silas snorts, not making a secret the way he looks Zander up and down and then cracks a wry grin. “Don’t tell me you respect the conventional boundaries that people put up and won’t just come over anyway even if I don’t want it?” Silas is pretty sure he has Zander’s type nailed down. Truthfully, Silas would like it very much if Zander decided to come over more often, even if they end up as nothing more than good friends.

Silas doesn’t have enough friends to turn one down when the opportunity is presented. He might not think that he really needs any friends, but he’s learning that friends can keep you from doing stupid things sometimes.

The doctor is unaccustomed to watching someone do his own dishes…and he itches to get up and help…to do something. Instead, he focuses on the guy’s question, and it totally takes him by surprise. He might blush a little bit, hides the flush of his cheeks with a vicious scowl that is decidedly undermined by the fucking blush…because he cannot tell Zander what his real favorite artist is; hopes Matthias fucking hid the goddamn CDs again. Instead, he rolls his eyes, thinks about trying to get out of the question but just ends up shrugging. “Maroon 5.” His tongue flicks out over his lips for a second. “Adam Levine is fucking hot, okay?” He says defensively…as if his giant ass man crush is the only reason he likes the band. Then, softer. “Moves like Jagger.”

Silas quickly turns the question around, scowling at Zander. “What about you, because I have to tell you…if you don’t like the same kind of music, I don’t think we can be friends.” Total lie, but whatever. Silas is good at this friends thing.

[Zander Burke]

When Silas posed his question, Zander turned around some to fake a surprised look -- soapy hand brushing his chest. "Of course I respect.... " he paused making a show like he was at a loss for words, "your boundaries..." he stated finally with a simple shrug of his shoulders before turning back around. "You will be provided with courtesy calls, if I can remember to call before I fucking show up." One of his 'innocent' grins would be tossed over his shoulder as he placed more dishes into the rack, now working on utensils, pretty much making sure that all food was washed off. He supposed Silas was a bit of a clean freak by his warning last night to not dirty his huge fucking bathroom. So his dishes will be spotless, and then dried before there were to be any water stains.

When all dishes were in the rack he would grab the dish towel and turn around just in time to see Silas' scowl... and his bright red cheeks. A smirk would have crawled to his lips, expecting the worst band ever to be named. Not that he would be able to do anything with the band choice, sadly but it would provide Zander with some pretty sweet ammo to use against Silas. Especially when they were in public with some friends (if they got some more). No Zander wasn't all too nice when it came to shit like that -- oh and he made a habit of blackmailing too. Only stupid shit of course, shit you shouldn't be embarrassed to say about yourself (not that he should talk).

Of course as soon as Silas said 'Maroon 5' his face fell and one of clear disappointment replaced the hopeful smirk. Another little voice inside his head pretty much said 'fuck', because it pretty much destroys Zander's chance at either a) making a fool of himself and enjoying it or b) impressing Silas. "Is that fucking all, I thought you were going to say something like... I don't fucking know -- Lady Gaga, or Snoop Dog, or some shit like that. What the fuck was the red face for? But I agree... especially when he's dressed in leather and looks like and 80's greaser. Like in that one video... ahh fuck... Misery? He could have done without the chick though." he rambled putting the dishes away.

An 'oh please' look crossed his face when Silas 'warned' him about music tastes. "I could love Brittany Fucking Spears... and I would still force myself here, and take all the abuse. Because unlike you I don't judge based on music choices. Fucker." he replied with a roll of his eyes and a crooked smile. That was a little lie... he will judge but in the making fun of sort of judging aka he will still hang out with that person... but they will be onslaught-ed with low blow jokes for the remainder of their friendship.

A sigh came next, "Creed." a look then, making sure Silas didn't poke fun. Most people did since Creed was normally compared with shitty ass bands. 'Oh they're as fucking bad as Creed.' Pffft. "I'm not a religious fucker by any means, but I love their songs. Favorite song... probably My Sacrifice or Stand here with me." he added with a shrug, he had quite a few favorites.. mostly on one album but eh.

"Can we still be friends, asshole?" he asked placing the plates back where he found them.

"Okay... you're turn. Ask me anything." he said with the return of the mischievous smirk.

[Zephyr]

The surgeon rolls his eyes at the man’s over the top display. He has absolutely no doubt that Zander is absolutely bullshitting him at the moment. He understands to an extent, though. If everyone listened to him, Silas wouldn’t have any friends and would spend his life alone in his apartment drinking himself into oblivion. Of course, he isn’t sure that that’s such a bad idea.

Especially when he’s surrounded by immature brats.

Then again, if that was really a problem, they wouldn’t be in his life at all. Silas sighs heavily. Life is so fucking complicated.

Silas snorts at the topic of music, thanking god that he doesn’t know about Silas’ mini obsession with female pop stars. He makes a note to text Matthias later and asking him what he did with the goddamn cds. For now, he can pretend like he isn’t secretly a fourteen year old girl, even if the thought of Adam Levine running around in leather pants makes him want to shriek like a little girl. That’s an urge he has to beat down for the greater good.

The greater good, in this case, being glaring viciously at Zander. He wouldn’t have actually judged the idiot based on his music tastes…well, he would have, but as long as the guy didn’t make him listen to any awful shit, everything would be good. As it is, he can live without listening to the guy’s real favorite band. Not that Silas thinks Creed is awful or anything, he just doesn’t listen to music often enough to be even remotely familiar with their songs.

At least it isn’t something blatantly awful that he can take great joy out of laughing at him for.

For a second, Silas is tempted to tell the other man that they can’t be friends out of pure spite. He soon decides that saying nothing at all is the better way out of this.

The doctor is blindsided by the werewolf’s question, and for a moment, he doesn’t know what to ask. He could always say that it’s a stupid request and tell the guy to fuck off, but there’s another part of him that’s insanely curious. “What’s your favorite sexual position?” He asks with supreme casualness. Not that Silas has any plans to test this right now, not with Matthias in his head…he’s just really curious.