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[harshboldcharm]

 "Hey," he says, leaning against the wall just outside the bar. It's late, so people aren't really filtering into the place anymore. Instead they've either made themselves comfortable inside or they've left for another place. Wylie, on the other hand, has nowhere to fucking go tonight, so he has no problem with hanging around and kind of looking over the sexy bouncer standing around and watching his post. Isn't that adorable. 

"Long night or not bad?" he asks, just making conversation to start. Wylie wants a feel for the guy. He wants to <I>feel</I> the guy. Hah.

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[harshboldcharm]

"Yeah. I'm hungry and it would be dumb to not make you something," he says with a grin.

Digging is something he can do. Digging is what he does. Wylie goes through Warrens stuff finding a frying pan and eggs and cheese and peppers and seasonings and all kinds of stuff to put in the omelet's he's about to make. It doesn't take long before he is whisking up some eggs in a bowl and pouring them into a pan.

[war_n_peace]

Warren has a brief thought of finding some sort of pants to put on, but quickly decides against it. A towel will be find. Besides, he has hunch that it's not going to stay on for all that long anyway.

While Wylie is slaving away at the stove, Warren does some digging into the fridge as well and comes up with a couple of beers to have with the omelet. This is all very domestic, and he's a bit amazed at how quickly Wylie seemed to have made himself at home in his kitchen.

[harshboldcharm]

Wylie has a tendency of making himself at home with anyone who will let him. He wiggles his way into someone's life and finds a place he's comfortable and stays there. Warren, he's finding, is very comfortable.

Wylie flops the omelette onto plates and carries then over. He hands one to Warren and grins at him, "dig in."