The Youngest Siblings are Always Trouble (For Felix Caelus)

[smartass_captain]

Usually Jim's on the other end of this situation, leaving a lady to guess his intentions and plans. Keeping people at arms length is safer. So why wait around at a winding down party for a guy he's just met?

For one, Schon is a friend and Jim was legitimately excited to come to this. For two, Felix has been incredibly fun to chat and dance with and not at all what the Captain expected. For three, open bar.

By now, Jim is well into tipsy and enjoying watching the little floating candles around the bar area. He's glad he came to this shindig, even if Felix doesn't come back. All he'd have been doing instead of this was sulking in his quarters alone like he does every other holiday.

He'd come back, wouldn't he? Shit, Jim downs his drink. Why does he care? He had fun. It should be good enough.

"Give me another." He murmurs to the barkeep.

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[conjuredskies]

Felix is wide-eyed in the darkness, and not just at how fast Jim’s sprung up. He’s all for using his magic to solve life’s problems, but it hadn’t occurred to him under these circumstances. “Oh. I suppose it wouldn’t cause any real trouble here, would it?” He laughs. “Yes, why not? Hard to clear out when there’s a wolf sitting on your stock, I expect.”

He’s quiet for a moment, but he could do this in his sleep: ready the spell, call and bind- and hello again, ghost wolf. This time it shakes itself as if glad to be back, peering around the room and padding over to sniff at Jim. Heading over to the door, Felix silently orders it to heel so he can give it an impression of what to look for. Which is basically 'my normal scent, emphasis on the leather'.

[smartass_captain]

It's okay spirit wolf, there's a lot of scent swapping in the room and it's best just not to ask questions. Upside is, Jim doesn't distract it again by hugging it and cooing at it this time. He's much too sober to admit to something like that now.

Plus, he's busy dropping back down to crawl around and find those blasted gloves of Felix's. Jim maybe shouldn't have been so eager in chucking things earlier.

[conjuredskies]

You can act tough now Jim, but the immortal spirit will remember what you did. Forever.

Of course it has no concept of pride or blackmail so what you really need to worry about is the Imperial with a mind to gain some leverage over you.

For now he's just fishing a belt out from the shadows by the bed. And hey, turns out the other shadowy lump is the coat. "All right- I think it's just the gloves now. Think I tossed them down by the chair..."

[smartass_captain]

"Yeah yeah, hurry up. I hear you keep your shirt on." Ironic given the night's evens and that Jim is flashing his very skimpy underwear as he reaches under the armchair for the gloves. How they got there is anyone's guess but he's allllmost got them....

"Aha!" And snag! Jim wriggles them closer until he can get a hand around them and then pulls back and settles on his heels, holding the white fabric over his head like a trophy.

"Got 'em! That should be everything."

[conjuredskies]

"Thanks!" Felix strolls over to take them, offering a hand to pull Jim back up. Being this close brings back memories of the night, but he knows the rules well enough. Lingering affection would be presumptuous: gratitude is usually fine, so he gives Jim a smile before he steps back.

The wolf's doing its work: he can vaguely feel its excitement as it tracks down the exact pile of clothes to sit on. There's no sense of hostility, which is a relief. "We'd better get downstairs."

[smartass_captain]

"We'd better get downstairs without using the grappling arrow. It'd be a real shame to get all bruised up again after everything I went through getting rid of them." Jim snickers and leads the way back downstairs.


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[conjuredskies]

((Breaking here is good for me!))