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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[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar starts to carefully wipe away all the red he can find.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and kisses Ragnar's cheek, his lips now more naturally red. "Shall we go put everyone else to shame?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar stands, and makes sure that his clothes are completely closed and done up again, if not by any means straight or tidy.

"Yes," he says. "Let's."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gets up, looking well ruffled with his curls falling in an artful mess down his shoulders.

He holds a hand out to Ragnar, pulling him up into a kiss before strutting out into the bar, still holding his hand.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar walks along with him -- any stranger will see a beautiful woman from the future, of course, coming from the men's loo with the Viking who got the cream. Or the canary.

[witchfinder_general]

Father Harman, sitting nearby over his books, gives them a wry look.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric returns the look with a playfully flirtatious smile.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"It's a great night for it," Ragnar assures the priest. "After all, it's a feast day, and I don't like chocolate that much."

[witchfinder_general]

"So chocolate and sex seem to you the appropriate ways to celebrate Christian holidays?" Father Harman says, grinning.

He may have recognised Sinric by now. On the other hand, he may not...

[thewidewideworld]

"Samhain is not a Christian festive." Sinric answers pointedly as he lounges against Ragnar. "All Martyrs Day is but it's not celebrated for another two days."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"And as far as I can tell," Ragnar adds, "these Christian feasts exist to replace heathen ones that have always been at that time."

[witchfinder_general]

"I know," Father Harman says. "We never deny that. People need an order to their yearly cycles, provided by their faith. The rather regular rhythm of feast-days is owed to the Irish re-Christianisation of Europe after migration age; they brought the Celtic cycle of the year as a matter of course."

[manofbusiness]

Childermass raises an eyebrow at the pair of them.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar smiles. "Hello."

[manofbusiness]

"Had quite a good time of it, I see", he observes without judgment.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric giggles and kisses Ragnar's cheek and trips over to the bar to get them drinks.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"It's a feast day, after all," Ragnar says, grinning widely.

[manofbusiness]

"So it is. Seeing off the long dark nights outside."

He might even find a willing girl himself, rare as it is he cares to look for one.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric returns with drinks, including a brandy for Childermass. "A good way indeed to celebrate the turning of the tide. By sharing the joy of being alive."

[runningred]

Jay's spread out at one of the tables, working on some small device. He spots Ragnar and the pretty blonde and grins. He tips Ragnar a respectful nod.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar replies with a thumbs-up gesture.

"Hello," he says, grinning. "What are you building?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric clings to Ragnar's side, looking at the mechanic curiosity.

[runningred]

Jay offers them both a seat. "Trying to find a way to communicate with the drones."

He nods a bow to Sinric. "I don't believe we've met."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar sits, still holding Sinric's hand and pulling him along, as if to encourage him to sit as well.

"This is Sinric," he says. "Sinric, this is Jay, whose motorbike I drowned; but he stopped being angry and will eventually build me one of my own, when he's helped those drones he's rescued. They are little flying machine people."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric settles in Ragnar's lap, just for a bit for comfort. Jay makes him a little uneasy but he can't way why. "Ah, you are the keeper of the garage spoke of in the paper guides to this place?"