Oh my GOD yay (Quinn, Eamon)
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The shelter was finally finished. The Wakefield brothers had put the last coat of paint on the walls and They were now celebrating their victory by sitting on the sheet covered floor, drinking beer in Eamon's case, and a fruity drink in Quinn's case.
"Inhaling the paint fumes is probably bad, right?" Quinn asked, turning to his older brother.
"Eh. The windows are open!" They were letting in a cold breeze, and the sheets which hung from the frames were blowing in the wind. "We'll be finnneeee."
Quinn chuckled. "You sound half toasted already, might as well surrender to the fumes, eh?! Oh my god, Eamon, I just realised what to go as to the philosophy department's Halloween party!"
"A fume?" Eamon asked, his eyebrows raised.
"No!" Quinn stuck his tongue out as his brother. "I'm going to go as postmodernism! I'll wear, 'this is a Halloween costume' on a sign around my neck and...oh god, no. It's too easy."
Eamon stared at Quinn for a few moments before bursting into laughter. "Your definition of easy is different than most people's! Isn't the point of Halloween to get all...crazy and sexy anyway? Go as something daring?"
"Oh my god! Ziggy Stardust!" Quinn announced to the empty walls of the shelter, which would be moved in to by the end of the week.
"Sure, go with Ziggy! Get wild, Q. What is Flynn going as?"
"I can't tell!" Quinn lit up at the mention of his boyfriend and he took a big swig of his alcohol. "It's a surprise but oh my god, Eamon. Oh my god." Quinn grinned and he giggled a little before hiccuping once. "Oooh. Yeah, he's going to look so cool! Tristan too!"
"And you don't mind that your boyfriend is across the pond going to a party with the other person he's in love with?" Eamon had been meaning to ask this, and since he was slightly sloshed, he didn't have the internal censor to stop. Luckily, Quinn wasn't the least bit phased by it.
"No! I trust them both. They should have fun! I'm just glad Mal has someone there he can get away with. He's been taking care of Deirdre like the champion he is, and I know she takes care of him too, but Tristan...there isn't any of the demon and angel drama with him. I think Mal needs that."
"I think we could all do with that, Q. And I'm glad. You two are pretty amazing."
"I totally know!" Quinn held up his bottle as if to propose a toast, but then he just drank some instead of clinking his bottle against Eamon's. "Mmmm raspberry. Oh my god, I'm so Gay."
"And I think that's the fifteenth time you've said 'oh my god' in the past five minutes!" Eamon announced with a giggle.
"Oh my god, shut up!" Quinn dissolved into laughter which saw him fall back against the floor so he was smiling lazily up at the ceiling. "This is good. I feel good."
"That's because you're significantly drunk and a little high on fumes, Ziggy." Eamon took a more sober pull from his own bottle and he smiled anyway. "I know what you mean though. This is a great place."
"And Mum is going to work here. And that crazy red-head who wants to chain herself to things in a completely innocent, protesty way. And Mal and I. It's awesome because it's here now. It was all in Mal's head and now it's here and our heads are in it!"
"HAH!" Eamon inched forward on his arse and he pulled the drink from Quinn's hand. Quinn did not resist. "I'm cutting you off!"
"Awwwww. I'm going to go as your spite for Halloween," Quinn grinned wickedly.
"I'd go as your masculine side, but since it's non-existent..." Eamon took a swig of Quinn's drink and he stuck out his tongue in distaste. "Augh! As if to prove my point! This is ghastly."
"It tastes like happiness." Quinn patted Eamon's knee. "And sunshine. If happiness and sunshine were drunk. You have paint on your lips..."
"I went a little nuts with the roller..." Eamon laughed and then he accidentally took another drink of Quinn's fruity concoction. "Bllleaahhh!"
"Haw haw!" Quinn brayed at him. He sat up then, smiling pleasantly at his brother. "You're cool. Thanks for being cool."
Eamon chuckled. "No problem, Q. You're pretty damn cool, yourself."
"Oh my god, thank you!" Quinn looked incredibly pleased and Eamon laughed. He stood and tossed the rest of Quinn's drink in the bin, and then finished off his beer before pulling Quinn to his feet as well.
"Take a last look. This place won't be empty again."
Quinn smiled inwardly and he looked around the shelter. It's name hung over the door. Libero. "Good," Quinn nodded. "Very good."
"Inhaling the paint fumes is probably bad, right?" Quinn asked, turning to his older brother.
"Eh. The windows are open!" They were letting in a cold breeze, and the sheets which hung from the frames were blowing in the wind. "We'll be finnneeee."
Quinn chuckled. "You sound half toasted already, might as well surrender to the fumes, eh?! Oh my god, Eamon, I just realised what to go as to the philosophy department's Halloween party!"
"A fume?" Eamon asked, his eyebrows raised.
"No!" Quinn stuck his tongue out as his brother. "I'm going to go as postmodernism! I'll wear, 'this is a Halloween costume' on a sign around my neck and...oh god, no. It's too easy."
Eamon stared at Quinn for a few moments before bursting into laughter. "Your definition of easy is different than most people's! Isn't the point of Halloween to get all...crazy and sexy anyway? Go as something daring?"
"Oh my god! Ziggy Stardust!" Quinn announced to the empty walls of the shelter, which would be moved in to by the end of the week.
"Sure, go with Ziggy! Get wild, Q. What is Flynn going as?"
"I can't tell!" Quinn lit up at the mention of his boyfriend and he took a big swig of his alcohol. "It's a surprise but oh my god, Eamon. Oh my god." Quinn grinned and he giggled a little before hiccuping once. "Oooh. Yeah, he's going to look so cool! Tristan too!"
"And you don't mind that your boyfriend is across the pond going to a party with the other person he's in love with?" Eamon had been meaning to ask this, and since he was slightly sloshed, he didn't have the internal censor to stop. Luckily, Quinn wasn't the least bit phased by it.
"No! I trust them both. They should have fun! I'm just glad Mal has someone there he can get away with. He's been taking care of Deirdre like the champion he is, and I know she takes care of him too, but Tristan...there isn't any of the demon and angel drama with him. I think Mal needs that."
"I think we could all do with that, Q. And I'm glad. You two are pretty amazing."
"I totally know!" Quinn held up his bottle as if to propose a toast, but then he just drank some instead of clinking his bottle against Eamon's. "Mmmm raspberry. Oh my god, I'm so Gay."
"And I think that's the fifteenth time you've said 'oh my god' in the past five minutes!" Eamon announced with a giggle.
"Oh my god, shut up!" Quinn dissolved into laughter which saw him fall back against the floor so he was smiling lazily up at the ceiling. "This is good. I feel good."
"That's because you're significantly drunk and a little high on fumes, Ziggy." Eamon took a more sober pull from his own bottle and he smiled anyway. "I know what you mean though. This is a great place."
"And Mum is going to work here. And that crazy red-head who wants to chain herself to things in a completely innocent, protesty way. And Mal and I. It's awesome because it's here now. It was all in Mal's head and now it's here and our heads are in it!"
"HAH!" Eamon inched forward on his arse and he pulled the drink from Quinn's hand. Quinn did not resist. "I'm cutting you off!"
"Awwwww. I'm going to go as your spite for Halloween," Quinn grinned wickedly.
"I'd go as your masculine side, but since it's non-existent..." Eamon took a swig of Quinn's drink and he stuck out his tongue in distaste. "Augh! As if to prove my point! This is ghastly."
"It tastes like happiness." Quinn patted Eamon's knee. "And sunshine. If happiness and sunshine were drunk. You have paint on your lips..."
"I went a little nuts with the roller..." Eamon laughed and then he accidentally took another drink of Quinn's fruity concoction. "Bllleaahhh!"
"Haw haw!" Quinn brayed at him. He sat up then, smiling pleasantly at his brother. "You're cool. Thanks for being cool."
Eamon chuckled. "No problem, Q. You're pretty damn cool, yourself."
"Oh my god, thank you!" Quinn looked incredibly pleased and Eamon laughed. He stood and tossed the rest of Quinn's drink in the bin, and then finished off his beer before pulling Quinn to his feet as well.
"Take a last look. This place won't be empty again."
Quinn smiled inwardly and he looked around the shelter. It's name hung over the door. Libero. "Good," Quinn nodded. "Very good."