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A date. Quinn said.

No, it wasn't a date. Writ had made that perfectly clear to Quinn, both on the phone and in person. But the guy just insisted. So Writ played along with it. If the only way he was going to see his friend and discuss a few Game related things with him, well, he knew Coyote had been in more awkward situations.

Bring something. Quinn said.

Well, Writ supposed if this was a "Date", he'd have to spend a little money, and if it was a date with another guy, he figured that he'll have to get a little drunk. So he spent what was left of his landlady fund on a 4 liter box of white wine. Cheap, but classy. Classy on a budget anyway, but wine from a glass and wine from a plastic nozzle didn't seem too different from each other...

He took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

Writ was taken aback with Quinn's appearance. He was under the impression that the godling had sold most of his clothes in order to pay for the house, but seeing Quinn clothed was almost unnerving. It looked like his idea of formal was to actually have a shirt on. Writ regained his composure, and cleared his throat,

"Some wine." Writ tugged at the small plastic nub that the wine was supposed to come out of. He didn't sound too enthusiastic about the whole prospect with a date with Quinn. He walked into the house and asked, "There anywhere I could put this?"

"You sure you don't want to put this in the kitchen?" Writ thought the bedroom was an odd place to put a box of wine. But Quinn insisted, and Writ supposed that Quinn knew his house best. Besides, the bedroom was closer to the kitchen. Hefting four liters of anything all day wasn't exactly easy.

"Right right..." Writ pulled the nozzle and let the wine gush into Quinn's cup, he handed it to him, "Think I got a little too much, but hey, it was cheap."

It'd be one full-sized soda bottle of wine for each of them if they tried to down it. Quinn looked like the type to pass out first, which Writ was hoping for. He had enough awkward earlier with Quinn practically seducing him in the middle of the street. Perhaps he could warn him about Vale and ask him about messing with the Blacksuits before then.

Maybe after they drank a little though. Writ sat down on the bed and took swig of wine from his cup.

"Nice place you got here."

"Well, if you want to get rid of some mice, you should call me up. Beats having to pay for lunch." Writ smiled.

Writ frowned, the women he seduced weren't that old.

His landlady didn't count, That was strictly business.

"Me and my friend blew up an Uppers building a couple of weeks ago. It's all over the news lately." That was an exaggeration, but "blew up" was a lot more simple than your, "we threw bricks through a skyscraper." Now that he thought of it though, the latter option sounded a lot more fun.

"Thought you would have wanted to come, but I couldn't get a hold of ya."

Writ leaned against the backboard. When Quinn put his legs on his, there was an awkward pause before he scooted down for some more wine. This isn't a date. Writ reminded himself, Quinn could say whatever he wanted, but this was just some talk and some drinks between two friends.

Still, it didn't stop it from being freaking weird. It was Quinn making the moves on him that made this conversation... A little more than it should be.

"What do you mean by 'We'?"

"Why do you think we chase cats? Mice are a good source of protein." He laughed at his own joke. So what if he was some god-dog-guy-thing? He had enough experience as a coyote to vouch for dogkind.

"You still live with your mom? How the hell does that work out? You're only a head shorter than I am now, and you were one pretty short kid. Don't tell me she didn't notice." He looked down at Quinn's head on his lap, then got off the bed for some more wine.

"Paid for a piece of s**t apartment over in downers. It ain't much, but it beats sleeping in fire escapes." Writ pulled the nozzle for more wine and sighed, "Gets kinda lonely sometimes."

"Wow, your mom must be the chillest person ever. If I told my mom what happened, she would freak out." Writ went back to bed, and felt Quinn on him again. The rainbow colored feathers on his seducer's arms made him want to sneeze-- but he held it in. He didn't want wine spurting out of his nose.

He pulled the nozzle again."A snake thing with wings that listens to their prey? And you call me weird." Writ took one long gulp from his glass and got up from Quinn's embrace for more. It was the only way to keep Quinn off him without saying anything.

"I've been pretty lonely since Crow disappeared." He said as he poured more wine for himself, "Sure, we had our arguments and she was on Ciro's side for a while, but I think we had something going, you know?" He put emphasis on the word "she", Writ hoped Quinn got the hint.

Getting up to get more wine seemed to Writ the only way for him to avoid contact with Quinn. This plan was slowly backfiring, and Writ was too drunk to get himself to notice.

"Yeah, she was nice." Writ looked down at his glass of wine and swirled it around, "Really nice." He didn't say anything more about her. There was some hope that she might come back, and Writ didn't want to jinx it.

He laughed when Quinn mentioned Ciro, not the usual fun laugh that Writ had, but a high, drunken burst that rang through the air.

"Oh man, really? That's priceless!" He laughed some more, "It's like that time I told Vale that me and Ciro were lovers, and he totally believed me!" Writ gulped down his wine and and sighed. He was really red in the face.

So Quinn was Vale's "girl". Still doesn't explain why he's trying to kill him, but Writ decided to save that mystery for a more sober time.

"Oh man, I needed that laugh."

Quinn was still all over him, and Writ- drunk, tired, and lonely as hell, really didn't care anymore. He hit his head against the headboard and let Quinn on his hair. If he had a tail, it would wag. Certain instincts were kicking in, and Writ's drunkenness wasn't helping matters.

"You know Quinn? I like you." His eyes were fixed at the other end of the room, half shut. "All those other kids out there? They change man, when the gods get them, they ain't themselves anymore. Just like me. But you're pretty much the same way you've always been, and you know, that's cool."

Go for the ears. Coyote whispered to Quezocoatl, hoping to convey the message to Quinn. Coyote had been playing around with the "get Writ raped" idea ever since hearing Posideon's exploits with Fish. He never meant to have it happen, but this trick was too good to pass up.