The rest of the night was filled with silence as the two enjoyed their shared company. No words could capture the magic of that moment, to do justice to the feelings running through the Lion's head. This was what he'd wanted all those years ago with Julia, so sit under the stars and get lost gazing out into the cosmos with her. Now here he was, in another world with another woman, chasing that same dream. What that dream was, he had not fucking clue, all he knew was right here and right now nothing else really meant fuck or all.
The drinks would flow, the snacks would be eaten, and for once both giant and poet reached a consensus that they wouldn't spoil the mood by talking. When all was said and done, when the sake ran dry and the sashimi became Sashin-their stomach, Brutus would turn to Nao and ruffle her hair.
"I think it's time for me to wake up in the real world and take care of Olivier." He would grumble.
"Keep an eye on your phone, I'll probably get you a picture if I can muster something that doesn't look like ass." Scowling slightly, he would shake his head before speaking again.
"Make sure you take care of yourself too Bun." Once she had affirmed she would, he would begrudgingly log out.
...
Olivier woke to the real world, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of his trailer. The soft drone of ambient snoring from members of the troope who had turned in early filled his ears as he shrugged off his headset and rolled out of his bunk, landing with a soft thunk. Dressed in shorts and a tanktop, he shuffled over to the trailer door and slipped on some slides, sliding out the door.
The spring air was crips, if not a little on the chilly side as the young actor stalked through the darkness over to the roaring campfire a hundred or so feet from the trailer. A large gathering of actors were busy chatting up a small storm, some dancing to music on a nearby speaker. His blue eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a particular form.
"Eh hey!" He blinked, having been spot by his quarry before he found him, the large muscular arm of one Anthony Blaire waved through the air drawing his attention.
"If it aint sleeping fucking beauty, brought back to us by the smooch of e babes no doubt?"
"Fuck you too Tony." Ollie would reply with a grin.
"How's your day been?" Stalking forward, the short not so giant would find himself standing in front of the umber haired Italian man. His hair was slicked back with a mix of sweat and product, his torso covered only loosely in a vest.
"It's been, did some practice, ate some food, now I'm drinkin."
"Watcha drinkin?"
"Kirin, you want one?"
"Fuck yeah." Ollie would find himself plopping down next to his friend as a cold can of beer was pressed into his hand.
"How was uh...Aquatic cube?" The muscular actor asked cracking open another beer.
"Hang out with the pirate lady again?"
"Pirate lady?"
"Corsair?" Anthony would raise an eyebrow.
"Corsair is a robot lady, not a pirate."
"Like the mouse company?"
"Yes."
"Huh. Did you hang out with the mouse?"
"No I hung out with Toko."
"The bunny girl?"
"Yeah, she and I trained all day."
"Fuck yeah man, get those virtual gains my guy." They would pause, taking some idle sips of their beers.
"Hey, can I uh...ask a favor of you?"
"You want me to join you in the fucking death game to pick up chicks? Hard pass man, getting pussy is hard enough at faires, last thing I need to think about is dealing with flirting and goblins homie."
"I mean, it'd be sick to have a sidekick but nah."
"Excuse you Mr. Squire? I'd be the sidekick?"
"I'm fuckin famous over there Tony."
"Anyways, what do you need?"
The two would pause their rapid fire conversation to sip their beer and enjoy the vibe. Kelly had some new NOVA song bumping in the background.
"I need you to help me take a really flattering photo."
There was another long pause before Tony would break the silence with a chuckle that would erupt into a full blow laugh.
"Fuck you dude." Olivier would scowl, chugging the rest of his beer and crushing the can.
"No-" More laughing,
"I'm not laughing-" He was clearly laughing and lying,
"At you. Holy fuck." The man would wipe some tears from his eyes.
"I'm tickled by the implication."
"The implication?"
"Bruh, you've got an E girlfriend?"
"No." Ollie shot back, much too quickly to be believable.
"How bad is it, how handsome is this Brutus dude you made eh?"
...
"That bad?"
"Just make me not look like a manlet...."
"Deal."
When all was said and done, Nao would find herself receiving a tastefully curated portrait of Olivier pondering a campfire majestically, beer casually gripped in idle fingers. It had been peer reviewed by at least ten other members of the Troope, four of which were straight men, one gay guy, and five women, all who gave it a solid rating and claimed it made him look good without coming across as trying too fucking hard. The message was simply captioned.
Felt Cute, might delete later 
@Toko 
