slipping away with Ragnar

[thewidewideworld]

{From here}

Sinric leads Ragnar into the bathrooms, glancing around to see if anyone is around before slipping into one of the stalls and closing the door behind them.

"Do you want me to paint your prick with my lips or lift my skirts and take me standing?" He asks with a list-filled purr.

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[runningred]

Jay grins with a warm waggle of his eyebrows. "Then I recommend a good strong drink and a long,slow shared shower with lots of mutual washing. That's my favourite way of winding down from a very good time."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I think," Ragnar says, grinning at Sinric, "we should do that, after food, and singing to the little machine people."

[thewidewideworld]

"Food first then?" Sinric smiles, kissing Ragnar's neck.

"Its on me." Jay shrugs, "If you'll order enough to share?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"We will," Ragnar says. "Is pizza all right? It's a food from the future that..."

Beat.

"You probably know. What would you like on yours?"

He looks both at Sinric and at Jay.

[thewidewideworld]

Jay nods, "Pizza sounds like a plan. The bar does a pretty fantastic Moroccan lamb and goat's cheese."

Sinric frowns curiously. "I don't know what Moroccan is but I like the sound of that."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar grins widely and orders three of them. "Anybody who does not want ale?" he asks, while the rat is still hovering.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles. "Please?"

"I'll have a beer." Jay nods to the bar and to Ragnar. "Give me a hand and I'll get us a jug." Clearly wanting to get Ragnar alone a moment.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes, will do," he says, getting up to follow Jay to the bar.

The rats hurry to get the pizzas.

[runningred]

"Is everything okay?" Jay asks, his voice low so it doesn't carry. "Only I get the feeling your young friend is a little scared of me."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I don't know why he would be," Ragnar says, "but he's shyer than usual, and keeps closer. Perhaps he doesn't realise that you know he is male, rather than female."

[runningred]

"He is very beautiful, male or female. The few times I've seen him around the bar, it's hard not to notice him." Jay nods, ordering a jug of a good dark beer. "Maybe it's just because I'm a stranger. I'll try not to freak him out."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Not everybody will agree with that," Ragnar says. "some men would feel threatened if who they thought was a beautiful woman turned out to be -- not so."

[runningred]

Jay shrugs. "I guess it might come as a nasty shock to some. But if they were too dumb to work it out, they deserve the shock."

He hefts the jug and some glasses and nods towards the table where Sinric sits, knees pulled up a little in a slightly defensive posture. He smiles warmly at Ragnar as they return. "I think I can smell our pizza cooking."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar has brought the other two glasses, and a cup of breadsticks that the bar gave them as if on their own account, and puts them all down at the table. "So can I," he says. "They do it the proper way, then, without magic."

He sits beside Sinric again, and offers him the breadsticks. "This is food. I think."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric frowns and picks up the hard stick of bread. "It is?"

Jay chuckles and pours them each a drink. "They go better with some beer."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"So let's have some," Ragnar says, pouring beer from the pitcher for each of them.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric relaxes a little with as he drinks, the tension draining out of him. "So do you build motorcycles for a living?" He asks Jay softly.

Jay shrugs, hiding his expression over the rim of his glass. "It's part of what I do here."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"He builds and repairs all kinds of machines, of metal and...

He looks at Jay.

"The parts that make machines think, what are they called?"

[runningred]

"Computers. Usually." Jay shrugs, "What makes the drones think is mystery to me. They're alive more that just thinking."

"They must feel too?" Sinric asks softly, looking to Ragnar. "If they like music, they must feel."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar scratches his beard. "What do people feel with, as opposed to thinking?" Ragnar says. "Perhaps the drones have two things, too."

Of course Sinric is right -- they are machines that feel, not just think. How else could they be so furious?

[runningred]

"They feel, and think." Jay agrees. "You saw Lock's sculpture, Ragnar.

Sinric's eyes go wide. "They carve sculptures too?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"He built it from metal parts," Ragnar says. "But yes, it was definitely a sculpture, not a machine."

[thewidewideworld]

"I would like very much to see that." Sinric glances to Jay. "If it is permitted?"

Jay shrugs and smiles, "You're both welcome down in the workshop any time."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"We're going down there anyway after food, to sing to the little feral ones," Ragnar says. "We can look at the sculpture, too."

[runningred]

On cue, the rats arrive carrying trays of pizza, the smell warm and spicy.

"Hope you like this," Jay says, lifting out a slice. "The spice comes from an area of north west Africa. Spent a lot of time in western Africa in the couple of years."