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Five Years Gone
Date: Spring 2012 Characters: Lance Alvers, Joe Holmberg Summary:… 
8th-Oct-2007 03:30 am
snicker, amused
Date: Spring 2012
Characters: Lance Alvers, Joe Holmberg
Summary: Two friends reunite.
Warnings: Language. Sexual situations.
Status: Complete

Joe was out stretching his legs, sick of the tiny apartment, fingers itching to play. Which was stupid and dangerous, he knew all too well, but he couldn't help it. It was his power, and he loved it. He turned the corner, half way around a circuit of his apartment building when he went past a man. He hadn't thought much of it as first, there were plenty of guys that hung about. But this one was familiar.

He turned, tilting his head and taking in the dark hair and light eyes, the way his mouth gripped the cigarette as he fumbled with a lighter. The name came to him when a flickering flash lit up his face. Lance Alvers. He grinned, walking back and without so much as a glance around gave a silent snap of his fingers and stuck the flaming digits half a foot from Lance's face.

"Need a light?"
8th-Oct-2007 08:47 am (UTC)
Motherfucking son of a cunt-faced bitch...

His mind kept up a slow litany of curses as he tried to steady his hands enough to strike the damn Zippo, about to give up when the acrid smell of flame hit him. But it wasn't from his lighter.

Looking up, cigarette clenched loosely between his lips, he took in the other man with piercing eyes, leaning in to light up.

"Joe," he murmured, acknowledging the other man as if he'd just seen him the day before instead of a year.
8th-Oct-2007 08:53 am (UTC)
"Lance," he returned. "How's it goin'? Sorry I haven't been around. Busy trying to get the farmers to believe there's life on other planets."

He pulled his hand back, about to smother the flame in his fist when he shrugged, pulling out his own stash of cigs and lighting one.

"Nasty habit," he commented, grinning and doused his fingers.
8th-Oct-2007 08:56 am (UTC)
He took a long drag, staying silent for a moment.

"It's a fucking mad world, what can I say," he answered, eyes flicking around them in ever-present paranoia. "How was time spent being a corn-fed Iowa boy?"
8th-Oct-2007 09:03 am (UTC)
Joey snickered. "Not so much corn-fed and corn burning. Boring as hell out there, Alvers. Only thing worth seeing is the sky, and even that gets dull. Had to do something, might as well give people something to think about."

He let out a stream of smoke.

"I was hoping I'd run into you when they said they wanted me back here."
9th-Oct-2007 06:04 am (UTC)
Lance snorted, raising the cigarette to his lips once again, shaking his head. "Using my last name doesn't exactly get that across, Holmberg."

A raised eyebrow.

"Back for good? Or is this another temp thing?"
9th-Oct-2007 06:11 am (UTC)
Joey gave him a sheepish look.

"Thought I could do more "better work" here than in the middle of nowhere. So probably for good. Unless I fuck up royally, and then who knows what happens."

He took another drag, and tilted his head giving the other man a genuine smile. "I really did miss you, Lance."
9th-Oct-2007 06:15 am (UTC)
The corner of his mouth twitched in a smirk. "I know."

He blew a steady stream of smoke, hooded eyes watching the other man. "If you're looking for something to do, you shouldn't be disappointed. If it's good work you're after...well, that's all in the eye of the fucking beholder, isn't it?"
9th-Oct-2007 06:34 am (UTC)
Joey took out the cigarette, doused the end, and then lit it up again before curling his fingers inward.

"More the first than the last," he murmured, staring at the tiny flame. "Not all those field ended up with designs. Got rid of a barn or two," he admitted with a short laugh. "You'd think I'd remember there's no safe way to mess around with it out there. But of course I do it. And the line between accident and arson gets a little more blurry."

He doused the flame in his hand, and took a drag, blowing the smoke out slowly.

"Probably doesn't seem like it to them, but more times than not, I don't want to get caught. Easier not to, here."
9th-Oct-2007 06:37 am (UTC)
"Easier to pretend you have a reason behind the destruction--other than just that you like it," he pointed out, tossing the cigarette to the ground.

He ground it out with his heel, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"But it's just that. Pretending."
9th-Oct-2007 06:48 am (UTC)
Joey stared at his own cigarette and let in burn in his fingers. "Yeah."

He shifted between his feet, feeling almost dizzy from the blur of emotions that had hit him at running into Lance.

"So is your place as run down as mine? Mine's a pit. I'm not sure I trust the neighbors, and I know they don't trust me, but it's lonely as hell. Feel free to drop by, though."
9th-Oct-2007 06:51 am (UTC)
"It's a shithole, just like the rest. If that was your way of inviting yourself over, I guess I don't need to make an offer."

Lance carded a hand through dark, too-long hair, eyes flickering to the pavement and then Joey, back to the tops of his boots and then to their surroundings.

"And if that was an invitation for now, can't say I mind to terribly either."
9th-Oct-2007 07:02 am (UTC)
"Good, because there's a six-pack that I probably shouldn't be around alone," Joey replied, mouth quirking.

He turned, heading towards the apartment, rubbing at the side of his head.

"My head's all over the place tonight. Won't stop thinking about all this random shit. Thought walking around would make it stop. Hopefully, the beer'll slow it down before I do something stupid like trying to hug you," he said.
9th-Oct-2007 05:44 pm (UTC)
"God, I hope so," Lance retorted, following him, hands stuck in his pockets. "You know me, blondie. No touching unless it goes somewhere."
9th-Oct-2007 09:11 pm (UTC)
Joey let out a laugh, the familiar feel of Lance's steps falling with his own making the feeling pleased more apparent in the tangle emotions. Blue eyes flicked over and met ice, briefly, smile still playing on his lips.

unless it goes somewhere

Maybe after a beer. A few more turns, (he'd tried to take a direct route, really) they were climbing up the steps and going through the main door. The stairs creaked ominously as they always did, but Joey merely rolled his eyes, continuing on and opening the door.

"Make yourself at home," he told Lance, making a beeline for the fridge.
9th-Oct-2007 09:15 pm (UTC)
Pausing inside the doorway a moment, he shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it over the back of the couch and sitting down.

"You're right," he said absently, looking around the tiny apartment, a half-smile quirking his lips.

"It is a shit hole."
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