Zander pulled a hankerchief out of one of his many coat pockets. " Tell me about it man. Just vent. And If you get embarrassed, remember I had more than you, so I won't remember anything you say. But you need to vent." Zander said passing the hankerchief to him.
Blake's mind was muddled from the drinks, but he knew one thing. Dont mention the Citadel. Dani said it was safe because no one knew about it. All his new friends were safe as long as he didn't say anything. But pretty much all his background information was given freely to Zander. Growing up in the army, being threatened and afraid, training to please his parents so they'd take him back. He mentioned searching for his target and how he ended up getting kidnapped in a drunken stupor. He told Zander the truth, which was he had no idea where he was taken, only that everyone was nice. He skipped over talking with everyone and went straight to the reason why he was here. "There's this girl, Dani." Blake sniffed, blowing his nose into the handkerchief. "She had t-this file on my parents a-and after everything I went through-" He was cut off by a sob, his throat constricting painfully. "They were murdered." He choked out. "B-By the people who brought me to the R.A.C. A-And Commander lied." Blake moved his wings to cover his head, crying and whimpering like a small child.
(Gosh I can't wait for Frankie to come in and give this boy some love tomorrow)
(Same lol Blake needs it)
(I have to go for tonight bye)
(Bye!)
Zander slowly and carefully began to moved the wings from Blake's face. As he moved them he realized that he had never hated the R.A.C. more than he had now. To think that they had done that to someone else. Though he'd only known Blake for the better part of an hour he felt his pain, and wanted nothing more than to see that Blake was never allowed back into their grips. Eventually Blake's face popped through the feathers and Zander
finally spoke after contemplating what he would say."I'm sorry that that happened to you, but this girl Dani. She must care about you enough to tell you the truth."
(Sorry about the late reply. I had a bunch of things to do real quick.)
(Night @hope Berge)
"She shouldn't. I'm awful." Blake picked his head up a little to sip on his drink before tiredly sinking back down. Despite his tears eyes, he let out another huge yawn, the drinks starting to sink into his system. "Z-Zander? I'm not… feeling too well." Blake's eyes fluttered shut, his body began to go limp as well.
'ello!
(Hi!)
" It's the drink. I told you it was strong." Zander soothed," You need to lie down? I can get you the a room upstairs?"
Blake replied with a drowsy "Mhm." Already starting to drift off at the bar, itself. His wings twitched every few seconds, a half hearted attempt to keep himself awake.
"Alright." Zander said aloud," let's get you to a room." And with that he helped the half awake Blake to his feet and into a hotel room on the 3rd floor.
Blake slung his arm and his wing around Zander's shoulders. "You're the best, man." He squeezed Zander tightly, his druken attempt at a hug. By the time they reached the third floor, Blake was completely relying on Zander for support.
Zander felt his eyes tear up. Blake didn't know what was going to happen later. " You're pretty cool too man." Zander found himself saying. Zander helped Blake into the room and onto the bed. After few minutes when he was sure that Blake was asleep, Zander pulled out a gun. It was a standard Smith and Wesson with a R.A.C. silencer. {important news NO BLAKES WERE HURT IN THE MAKING OF THE NEXT SENTENCE}Zander pointed it in Blake's direction and fired.(It fires blanks, he uses it on his targets with a video camera on him at an angle that the targets chest can't be seen, effectively fooling the R.A.C. into believing he completes his missions when really he give then a second chance [it makes no sound so as not to disturb his target who is asleep and would wake with a gunshot.{This is why he had to get Blake drunk.}])
Zander sat in a chair behind the where the camera had been. It could recline, so he put away the camera away first and then sat down. He had completed his mission and let Blake live. It had been a good day. He slowly drifted off to sleep.
(My tiny coconut is hurting as he once believed that he was the best, man. Also, today was the day Kameo died. So, that sucks.)
Blake was out like a light, tucked comfortably into a warm bed. His dreams were mostly of the Citadel, but of course, nightmares from the R.A.C. made it into his mind. Each one blurred into the next at a pace Blake's drunken state couldn't keep up with, letting him slip into a deep, blissful sleep in preparation for the hangover he'd have to face whenever he woke up.
(Blake's surfer dude slang cannot be stopped. It's too cool.)
(Poor Ace he is still really cool[especially since only real men sleep with teddy bears! ;-)])
(In my coconut's defense he doesn't sleep with his teddy bear, he has insomnia)
(Oh geez now I gotta figure how how to get Blake back to the Citadel… Anyone wanna stop by and pick him up?)
(It's already ten where I'm at and I got school tomorrow. Thus I'm going to be off in a bit.)
(It's midnight where I'm at)