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Date Posted: 10:11:40 04/04/02 Thu
Author: Marz
Subject: A hunting we will go
In reply to: Corum, Valhorek, & Erlic 's message, "An alternative" on 20:52:22 04/03/02 Wed

Marz slumped and yawned a couple of times, feeling as groggy as hell. With his arm thrown haphazardly across Tristan's shoulders, he leaned against him for support while they made their way to the campfire.

After sitting down next to his lover, Marz accepted one of the cigarettes that Jeremy passed out. When he saw Tristan light his from the campfire, he did the same while wondering why they were smoking so much lately. Cigarettes never appealed to him until he met the dragon. Now, he found himself indulging in them more often. He took a drag, grinning stupidly at the familiar sweet taste that was absent from the cigarettes in the spider man's home.

"I hope no one thinks I'm a bad kisser," Tristan muttered, drawing his attention.

Marz was a little too high to think about controlling his actions around the dragon in public right now. His hand slid to the back of Tristan's head, pulling him close for a rather intoxicating kiss. "You're not too bad at all, Tris," he quipped a moment later. A silly, tired grin continued to play on his face while he filled a mug with java.

After taking a sip of the hot beverage, he cocked his head at an uncharacteristically sullen-looking Rowan. You need to get laid, pal. That'd bring a smile back to your face! Marz laughed aloud at the thought, drawing quizzical looks from both the elf, and the dragon. He shrugged then drank more java before taking a few more hits from the cigarette.

"When the hell's dis kissin' game gonna start?" he asked, his words sounding a bit slurred. Jeremy seemed to be the only one that showed a real interest in playing spin the bottle this time. Marz sucked in more smoke then looked up at Corum, who started rattling on about some kind of treasure hunt. When the skull staff wielder split in two before his eyes briefly before becoming whole again, he roared with laughter. "Don't do that no more Corum cause it's kinda creepy. Iz hard a nuff dealin' with one a you."

The skull staff wielder gave him a puzzled look then went on to list a number of items they needed to find in thirty minutes time. "No problemo," Marz muttered, taking a final drag from the cigarette. He tossed the butt into the fire, drained his java mug then staggered to his feet. "Okay, now whata we supposed to be doin?"

Corum rolled his eyes before explaining the details of the treasure hunt to him again. "Piece a cake," Marz chirped. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned to find Tristan standing beside him because he didn't remember seeing the dragon stand up. He grinned at his lover then his eyes followed Jeremy, Tia, Rowan, and the others as they all ran off towards the many buildings in the area. "I bet I find more shit than you do," he said, leaning in to nip the tip of his lover's nose before turning and breaking into a run.

Marz was panting by the time he burst through the door of one of the small homes. A thorough search rewarded him with only a straight razor. He staggered out the door, his eyes widening when he saw Rowan slip into the building across from him. Suddenly, his vision blurred and he had to blink a few times before things finally came into focus again.

With a weird ass grin plastered on his face, he moved forward. He stumbled across the threshold of the door Rowan had entered, falling into the building with a thud. Chuckling, he got to his feet, brushed himself off and approached the elf, who stopped searching a cabinet to stare at him.

Marz came to a halt a couple feet before Rowan, his drug-glazed eyes looking the man up and down. "I need one a those feathers you usually wear in your hair," he said, grabbing onto the cabinet to steady himself. "I could use a lock of your hair too cause iz pretty close to blonde, doncha think?"

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