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[not_actually_a_bad_guy]

I am a bartender for a living, I make what people want me to. So I won't force you to drink something sweet.

[ But he is waiting by the door by the time McCoy gets there, a nice warm mulled glogi in his hand. The cup smells of various spices and some fruit, but there is also a strong smell of rum. ]

Try this, it is supposed to be a good drink for the wintertime.

[the_real_mccoy]

I mostly drink scotch, so there's no much mixin involved in that. I wantcha ta make me somethin different, whatever ya wanna do.


[He'd manage to drink it with a smile no matter what it was. He grinned at the man as he was met at the door with a steaming mug. Even through his multiple layers of scarves, he could smell the spices and rum. McCoy took a minute to get out of all his outdoor clothes and then took the mug with a sigh of pleasure. He leaned over it, breathing in the steam as his chilly fingers warmed.]


Smells delicious. An it's so warm . . . Mmm. Everyone oughta greet people like this.

[not_actually_a_bad_guy]

It is pretty effective isn't it?

[Rude smirks and then pulls McCoy in for a quick hug]

I got a fire going in the fireplace too.

[the_real_mccoy]

[He made a startled sound as the hug took him by surprise, getting the mug out of the way just in time. McCoy cuddled into the hug, his free arm coming around Rude tightly. He leaned against that warm bulk.]


Mm. That sounds amazin.

[not_actually_a_bad_guy]

[ Rude guides him to the living room. There is a nice big fire going on the fireplace and another cup of the same drink McCoy had, seemingly Rude's. ]

How have you been doing?

[the_real_mccoy]

[McCoy let the man guide him to the fire. He settled down in front of it with a sigh of pleasure and grinned at Rude, sipping his drink.]


I'm ok. How ya been doin Rude?

[not_actually_a_bad_guy]

It has been pretty good, I found a routine to settle into here so days are passing by. It is good, staying with Dorian.

[the_real_mccoy]

Yeah, Dorian's a real good egg. What-all ya doin with your days ta fill the time?

[not_actually_a_bad_guy]

Well there is the obvious [Rude says with a smirk.]

Working, working out, trying not to get too swept up in whatever is happening in the city at any given time. I am working on learning to cook too.

What about you? Still working too much?

[the_real_mccoy]

[McCoy chuckled and sipped his drink, relaxed in front of the fire. It really was such a nice way to spend some time with a friend.]


There's always that, yeah. Learnin ta cook ya say? Do ya need someone ta try ya attempts? Cause I'm more'n happy ta do that anytime. Home cookin's always worth it.


[Did he still work too much? Yes. It was easier to lose himself in work than to think about the glaring hole in his life. It was much better in the day-to-day. Sometimes he actually forgot all about his loss. Time always had that effect thank god. He smiled into his mug.]


Probably, yeah. But I think I'm doin ok. I mean, a little better every day, ya know? Time helps. Friends help more.

[not_actually_a_bad_guy]

Mostly have been making Dorian try it, but it would be nice to have a second opinion. Maybe I should come over to your place and cook for you, try to have it ready by the time you come home from work. Could be an incentive to actually come home.

[Rude doesn't know exactly, he hasn't lost anyone the way McCoy have. But he can certainly sympathise.]

Friends are always good to have around.

[the_real_mccoy]

Ya wouldn't mind? I mean, I'm never gonna say no ta somethin like that! That'd be really nice, Rude.


[It could be a little difficult figuring out kitchen times if someone else wanted to cook, but they could work things out. D'Artagnan would be able to eat the food Rude made, too. Same for Delaney. That should count for enough, right?

The rest . . . he gave the man a smile.]


Friends're the best.

[not_actually_a_bad_guy]

As long as everyone is alright with it. [Rude leans on him and shifts so he can place a kiss on McCoy's cheek.]

[the_real_mccoy]

[He made a happy sound at the kiss, leaning into it.]


I'll make sure it's fine. Only good thing about ownin the house, I can say who uses the kitchen ta make us all amazin food. But I don't think anyone's gonna complain.