forum CIRCUS DELIRIUM // CLOSED!

Started November 08, 2019 by @GoblinKing

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Donny grinned, letting out a quiet laugh. “You’re alright, Ollie. Good man.”
He took up his whistling again, tapping his fingers and fluxing his tune along with the piano. He did this for a while, only stopping slightly to take a new breath.
“Say, Oleg, what time is it? Should we be heading back, or shall I order another round?” Donny asked after a few moments.

"Oh, must be 9 or so…" He glanced outside of the bar, eyes flitting along the street. "Can you hold your drink?" Oleg looked back over, rocking his empty glass from side to side on the counter. "There's no point in a drinking companion who can drink less than a schoolgirl." Oleg cackled, running his fingers through the fuzz on top of his head. "If you can handle it, let's take another round and then go back to camp."

Donny looked over, a fake bewildered smile on his face. “Was that a challenge, Ollie? Go ahead, pass me another.”

He flagged down the bartender. "One more round, please. The same drinks." His Russian accent was thick, and a few words were difficult to hear clearly.

The bartender nodded, pouring the same drinks. He slid the glasses back, taking his coin in payment and he was off again.
Donny wrapped his hand around his glass, eyeing Ollie’s as he took a sip. “Vodka, huh? I’ve never been much of a fan… I’ve always been more of a liquor man. Fan of the spirits.”

"Stay true to my roots." He joked, laughing. "I like the strength. Not a fan of the taste others have." He raised his glass slightly. 'The burn? The burn is good."

Donny rolled his eyes. “And you act afraid of fire… Yes, my friend. Burn is good.”
Don polished off the last of the spirit in his glass, shaking his head as he swallowed. He let out a smirk, fidgeting with the smooth cup. “Shall we start heading back? I mean, if we happen to stay for two more rounds, you might be carrying me back.”

Oleg knocked the rest of his vodka back, setting it down. "Ah, we should go.. soon it would be too late to return home safely." He stood up, pausing for a moment. "Is it still raining?' He looked at Donny, hoping he would have an answer.

Donny grew silent, listening for any rain on the roof. After a moment, all he received was silence.
“Seems not, but we’ll have to go see for ourselves,” he said with a wink, slithering to the door. His movement was fluid as he turned the handle, letting Oleg out before him.

Oleg ducked through the doorway, waiting to feel any rain on his skin. “No. Clear weather, just… dark. There are no street lamps on the dirt path home, are there?” He groaned, kicking at the sidewalk.

“Nope,” Don said with a chuckle, sliding past the man and walking down the road. “But hey, you own the night, eh?” he said, looking back. Donny continued walking slowly, giving Oleg a chance to catch up.

“Ah, true, true.” His long strides caught him up quickly, soon walking in line with Donny. “ Have you seen … ah. Help me here … Cats. Wild cats in the camp. ”

“No offense to anyone there, but I don’t pay attention to much. If I have, forgive me if I forgot,” Donny mumbled. “Why do you ask?”

“These cats try to sneak into my trailer at night. Why mine? I do not know. They are just so irritating.”

Don nodded, fidgeting with the lighter in his pocket. “Well, it is your own fault your trailer smells like meat.”
He smiled. “I guess they’re drawn.”

Oleg shook his head, any humor flying right over him. "It's not like meat. To be honest, it smells more like … a bar, or so I hear. Maybe drawn to alcohol.” He glanced around the empty road, looking into a few windows that still had lights on.

Don stepped off of the concrete to the dirt path, keeping on the balls of his feet. “Possibly. But who knows? Perhaps cats and I are more alike than we seem.” He chuckled, slightly looser due to his drinks. He walked more freely, arms swinging and bringing him to more of a saunter.
“Though,” Donny began, glancing up at Oleg. “I’ve always been more of a dog person, eh?”
Don slyly winked at the wolf-man, showing off his crooked smile.

"Maybe so." The alcohol didn't seem to affect Oleg much, although it was possible that it just took longer to kick in. Or maybe he had a higher tolerance. "Dog person? I don't understand you." He looked Donny up and down. "But you said you are alike a cat, so which is it? Are you a dog or cat-like person?"

“Cat-like but like dogs,” Donny said, laughing at the mans confusion. “Like a tiger who enjoys the wolves, eh? Run with the pack I choose.”
Don kept walking, almost dancing along the path. He hummed and drummed his hands on his legs, mimicking the piano music that had been playing in the bar.
“Tell me, Ollie,” he said, stopping his personal orchestra. “Which pack do you run with? Tigers or wolves? May be obvious based on your appearance… but what do you feel inside, brother?”

"Wolves seem like best answer." He grunted, kicking a small stone, sending it skittering away. "I am not sure about what you mean, though. Which animal am I most like?"

“To me?” Donny asked. “You are wolf through and through, my friend. Which is good.” He nodded, keeping up his smile. “I like wolves.”
Donny looked up, his face brightening as he caught a glimpse of light in the distance. The camp was still far off, but at least somewhat in sight.
He stopped his talking, listening to the natural quietness around him, just dully noting their soft footsteps.

“You’re right. Good.” Oleg slid his hands into his back pockets, face hardening to its natural sternness. He was silent for a few minutes, but his voice snapped the quiet like a dry twig. “Have you ever missed your family?”

Donny took a few moments to answer, keeping his eyes locked on the ground.
“Occasionally,” he finally said, although what he was feeling inside was different. He missed them every day. He figured it made him weak, so he developed a habit of pushing the thought out of his mind.
“But why long for a family a million miles away when I have one right here? I mean sure, some may get on my nerves, and others may cease to enjoy my presence. But what else are families for, eh?”
His voice trailed off as he held his arms closer to his sides. “What about you..?”