[farrenlock]

Talon stared at Calvin with slight amusement as he dragged himself into the passengers side after doing some weird little dance after hearing music booming within another car. He had to admit the party-happy mate of his was rather cute when completely drunk, but being how late it was and how much Calvin had made the cute meter drop to a meezly 1%. Keeping a stoic look about him, he stared nearly emotionlessly at Calvin for a moment after he declared how wonderful he was for helping him out. He shrugged the thank you off, knowing that the other man meant what was said. You won't be so thankful shortly, Talon thought menacingly.

"Nah, your sleepy? At three am?" Talon replied, filled with mechanical sarcasm. "Sit right and get your seat belt on, Cal," he directed with a shake of his head as he pulled out of his parked position. "You're lucky I tolerate your 'habits,'' he pointed out as they ventured down the road to their apartment. Talon stole a glance at his mate, still stone faced and on the borderline of ticked off.