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[He pours out some whiskey for the both of them, then after a moment of thought grabs the entire whiskey bottle and just brings it over to the table. Because face it, they're drinking the entire thing.]

How long you gonna be a demon for, anyway?

[hauntpadour]

[To be fair, they are. Egon downs his drink before sliding bottle over and taking a sip right from the neck.]

Just a month. I'm hoping I'll have all my wings back when I return to normal.

[thumbsdown]

That'd be nice.

[He raises his eyebrows as Egon downs his drink and then drinks from the bottle.]

Trying to drink faster than me or something? Cause I'll warn you, I can probably beat you.

[hauntpadour]

[The demon gives him a fittingly devilish little smile, waggling the bottle before passing it over.]

Not really, but if you want to make it a contest.

[thumbsdown]

[He takes the bottle and downs a mouthful, before putting the bottle back on the table for Egon with a slight smirk.]

Okay, you're on. We making any bets?

[hauntpadour]

[And now it's back-and-forth. The demon is plenty glad to take a swallow and only sputter a little.]

Anything you've got.

[thumbsdown]

[Boone doesn't sputter at all, but he drinks whiskey like this daily. Honestly, maybe the competition is a little unfair.]

Okay... if you win, you can pick out a bottle of alcohol to take home. Unless you want something else, that is.

[hauntpadour]

[Maybe so, Egon is used to supping.]

I'll take it.

If you win, I can either pay for a weeks groceries for you or... [He taps his chin, thinking and drinking.] Sexy back massage.

[thumbsdown]

[Hmmm, both decent offers. He could probably use a massage, though...]

Okay, I'll take the massage.

[He wonders if Egon expected him to pick that option. Probably not. He takes his turn drinking, then hands the bottle back.]

You any good at them?

[hauntpadour]

[He actually didn't, but he can work with it. Egon winks a little before taking his drink and sputtering only a little bit again. He is still trying to win, even if he does want to offer that massage.]

Peter had back problems, I figured out some good massage techniques. I can figure out the sexy part as I go.

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[He was hoping Egon would say something like that. It's more incentive for him to win.]

Good. Transforming every night is hell on my back.

[Hell on his everything, actually. And yeah, he's talking like he's sure he's going to win.]

[hauntpadour]

[It does always look or sound painful, he'd like to help.]

[And also maybe fit in something actual sexy, if Boone allows it.]

I'd say so.

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[They keep drinking, and Boone isn't showing any signs of slowing down yet. He is, however, becoming fairly drunk. To him, that's just a good way to finish off the night. Go out, go fishing, get a meal, come home and drink. What's not to like?]

How're you feeling? Ready to give up yet?

[hauntpadour]

[Egon is only a little woozy- He's not a heavyweight like Boone, but he's decent. But oof, another swig and his vision is swimming. He doesn't want to get too drunk to fulfill his losing bet.]

Mmm...

Maybe... not quite...

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You sound pretty done.

[He pointedly takes another drink of whiskey, handing the bottle over.]

Come on, don't make yourself sick.

[hauntpadour]

Ah... fine.

[He shakes his head, pushing the bottle back and going to get himself a drink of water.]

You win, but only because I want to be able to walk home safely.

[thumbsdown]

[He is, at the very least, not a sore winner. He just smiles to himself and gets up to do the same.]

You say that like I wouldn't offer for you to stay here.

[Still, he wins, so he wanders over to Egon and leans against him.]

Think you owe me something.

[hauntpadour]

[The demon takes a drink of his water and sighs happily, leaning his head against Boone's shoulder and pretend he's not a little bit smothered.]

I am drunk, you know.

But yes we can take care of that... any thoughts on what'll make it sexy?

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Oh, yeah. Sorry.

[He stops leaning so much of his weight on him, and shrugs.]

Hell if I know. Maybe just... start it and see what happens?

[Like he knows anything about being sexy. Honestly, even if Egon fails completely at the sexy part, just having a massage would be nice.]

[hauntpadour]

...Fair, right.

[The demon smiles up at him again somewhat sheepishly and finishes his glass of water before skirting around Boone, taking his hand and pulling the werebear towards the nearest chaise lounge in the living room.]

The requires you sitting or lying down somewhere I can properly reach your back.

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[Boone lets Egon lead him to the nearest sofa, and he plops down on it and shifts so that he's lying on his front with his head in his arms.]

Like this?

[He hopes his fur won't make things difficult.]

[hauntpadour]

[He kneels, one knee on the seat, reaching down to semi-tentatively run his claws along Boone's shoulder blades lightly, feeling the fur and the muscle beneath it. It's really nice fur, soft. He'd almost want to get lost in it.]

Yes, that works.

[And then he realizes he might need a little massage oil. Does Boone have that? Knowing him, probably not. The demon steps away for a moment to try and find some olive oil in his cabinets and bringing it back to the seat side, wetting his hands in it. Going Greek, so it were.]

[And then his palms are firmly on the werebear's shoulders, pressing in and kneading lightly.]

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[He’s already fairly relaxed thanks to the drink, but when Egon starts to knead his back he sighs and gets more comfortable. He spends so much time tensed up, his back has suffered for it. He’s not sure how he feels about oil in his fur, but that will wash out. Maybe that’s supposed to be the sexy part?]

[hauntpadour]

[Egon's a stressed out guy, and the proton packs were never good for his posture, but he's not got nearly the problems Boone does. There's a lot of obvious knots in this poor bear's back.]

[But no, that's not really the sexy part. He hasn't mastered it as lust has, but he's a smart man who's good with his hands. Occasionally he adds a little extra drizzle of warm oil, kneading slowly down Boone's back and applying plenty of pressure in some attempt to break up the knots. Hey, this isn't so hard.]

[And he's sure to tuck one knee between the younger man's legs, roll his thumbs across the small of his back, crouch over him just enough that Boone can feel the heat off his breath.]

Alright?

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[The small, intimate gestures along with the massage work surprisingly well, and he shifts beneath Egon with a small, pleased sigh.]

Yeah.

[The knots in his back are stubborn, and they take a little work, but it’s a pleasant massage. Sexier than he expected, too.]

You’re good at this.