"Woohoo! Well, looks like we have some real candy in the store now!" A voice called from behind the counter. Daemon laughed and walked up to the man, leaning over the counter to give him a kiss on the cheek. They've become very comfortable with each other over the years, but never really fell into a relationship. They liked it that way though; being more overly friendly than anything left them open to be with people they really catch a shine to, yet still maintain their odd friendship. He turned to Koyaani and introduced him.

"Hadrian, this is...Blaine. Blaine, Hadrian." He spoke up, turning back to HAdrian when he slapped his shoulder. "What?"

"Please tell me he bats for our side." Hadrian begged, causing Daemon to laugh again.

"I don't know, Hadrian. He's rooming with me while I lead him through the training program from the camp." Daemon answered, going off to one of the walls to pick up five bags of Jelly Bellies. Before he could even turned back around, Hadrian was across the room, arms draped over Koyaani's shoulders.

"So, you go to this secret camp for exceptional fighters too, huh? C'mon, be straight with me...well, actually I'd prefer you're not being straight, but y'know." He paused. "Anywho~, it's a secret service thing, right? You're gonna become some big bad Agent? I gotta say I do love a man in a suit. Mmm." At this point Daemon was already leaning against the counter, laughing harder by the second.

"H-Hadrian y-yo- hahaha, you're such a manwhore!" He laughed out. Hadrian just stared at him innocently, running his finger in circles on Koyaani's shoulder, still draped over him.

Much to his surprise, Daemon knew the cashier and they greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek, which Matt was taken aback to at first. “Wait, so are they like...well of course not, I think he's single, but I wonder if they were ever dating...?” Matt immediately tried to shake the mental image out of his head. When Daemon introduced them, Matt smiled and had to remind himself that his name was Blaine.

"Please tell me he bats for our side." Hadrian begged, causing Daemon to laugh again. Matt stuttered as he totally didn't expect to hear that.

After Daemon turned around to grab some candy Matt could feel himself screaming on the inside. Answering up for his sexuality wasn't something he was prepared for, and Matt didn't know what else to do but smile and laugh. Honestly, he couldn't give him a straight answer if he couldn't even be sure for himself. Thankfully, Hadrian didn't dwell on the questioning and asked him about the training camp.

“Hahaha...y-yeah you know, gotta start somewhere...” Matt laughed nervously and his voice seemed to crack the more Hadrian leaned on him. The sad thing was this might have been the first time he ever came close to being hit on, and that was saying a lot about him. Matt didn't realize it until they had quieted down, well, expect for Daemon who was laughing it up, that his face was becoming red.

Matt cleared his throat and glared with an eyebrow raised at the bags sitting on the counter. “Look who's talkin, jelly bean junkie. 10 bucks got handed to you, and out of all the things you could have bought...” Matt sighed and shook his head, unable to finish his sentence.

Daemon feigned hurt, smirking at Koyaani and putting a hand over his heart. "There is nothing wrong with being a Jelly Belly Junkie!" He exclaimed, holding a bag up to his cheek. "Don't listen to mean old Blaine, I'm not a candywhore, I pretty much only stick with you." He stage whispered to the bag. Hadrian rolled his eyes and unlatched himself from Koyaani, grabbing the bag out of Daemon's hand and ringing them up.

"Oh please, what about the Snickers bar last week? The skittles and M&Ms? Hmmmm?" He purred, leaning over the counter. Daemon rolled his eyes.

"Fine, I'm a candywhore."

"Yes you are, now you owe me $10.36."

"Any chance you can spot me the 36 cents?" Daemon pleaded. Hadrian grinned.

"Only if I get to come over tonight. I wanna play with your friend some more." The grin turned mischievous.

"Deal." Daemon agreed, giving Hadrian the ten, another kiss to the forehead in thanks, and grabbing the bags of Jelly Bellies. He opened one up and grabbed a few, tossing them in his mouth. He then stared innocently at Koyaani and held the bag out to him. "W'n't s'm?"

Matt couldn't help but let out a laugh at Daemon and Hadrian joking around. “What a strange pair...” He chuckled, then patiently waited for the transaction to finish. He glanced around the shop idly.

"Only if I get to come over tonight. I wanna play with your friend some more."

Matt blinked, he didn't know whether to be afraid or maybe excited for some company. Maybe a little of both. After traveling and heading straight to the job, it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to wind down a bit.

Daemon seemed to agree to it and kissed Hadrian on the forehead. Matt nervously looked the other direction. Soon Daemon turned to Matt with a bag of his jelly beans and immediately started eating them.

"W'n't s'm?"

Matt rolled his eyes. He reached for a couple hesitantly, and thankfully he didn't pick up any popcorn flavored ones. Popcorn jelly beans must be annihilated at all costs.

His glare towards Daemon turned into a friendly smile when he glanced back up at Hadrian. “Well then, we should be on our way.” He gradually moved closer to the door and waited for Daemon, whenever he decided to leave.

"Fine, fine." Hadrian sighed dramatically, slumping over the counter. "Goodbye, Loves, I shall see you soon!" Daemon chuckled and followed Koyaani out,throwing his candy bags over his shoulder and sauntering down the sidewalk, a happy skip in his step. If there's one thing that could truly get him happy, it's seeing Hadrian and getting candy. It's two birds with one stone, and it pretty much sets his mood for the rest of the day as Daemon. Once he becomes Lucid though, it's different, but he was hoping to be done with Lucid today...and as long as he didn't get a notification on his father moving any supplies, Lucid will stay in the back of his mind while Daemon enjoys his Jelly Bellies.

When they arrived back at the apartment complex, Daemon's land lord was there with a box in his hand. Without a word, he tossed it into Daemon's arms and walked away, ignoring the vigilante's glare. Once they were back in his apartment, Daemon opened the box, and let out an enraged growl.

In the box was a hand gun, and a picture of a target. He was a rookie detective that had been put on his father's case. There was a note taped to the top of the box.

Don't you dare disappoint me,

Dameon glared, his Jelly Bellies forgotten, along with his good mood. He really hoped Hadrian would bring some vodka when he came.

Matt watched as a man who looked to be the land lord handed Daemon a box, and Daemon didn't seem too excited about it. Getting packages was always exciting, it was like getting a present. Matt couldn't help but peer over his shoulder when he opened it and noticed...a hand gun? And a picture of a guy?

Matt raised an eyebrow. “Uh...” He was extremely curious, but stopped himself and he decided not to ask.

Instead, Matt cleared his throat. “Well this sure has been an interesting day...” He trailed, then thought about training in the morning and their fun trip to the candy shop. And then there was Hadrian. He felt a little nervous and wondered what was going to happen when Hadrian would come over, but some part of him was interested. There was an interesting side to Daemon when he wasn't Lucid. He was glad his mentor wasn't hard to deal with or made his stay stressful, and he was realizing that this whole thing may not be as bad as he thought it would.

"Yeah, interesting." Daemon huffed, dropping the box and kicking it under the coffee table. He ran his fingers through his hair and turned to Koyaani with a forced grin. "Maybe next week we won't be lumped together with Lightbulb for training." He slung an arm over Koyaani's shoulders and pulled him to the couch, flipping through the channels. "Let's stray away from the soap operas for today." He commented, stopping at a channel with a stand up comedy on. An Australian comic that liked to swear a lot. Just the type of thing Daemon needed.

"Hadrian should be here in a couple hours or so, this thing's around an hour and a half..." He trailed off, slowly lifting his arms off Koyaani's shoulders upon realizing the position. He didn't want to make the guy uncomfortable. He also had no idea what to do once the stand up was over...

As Daemon kicked the package out of the way, Matt couldn't help but grow even more interested. His gaze was taken away from the box when Daemon slung his arm over Matt's shoulder, pulling him over to the couch. He turned on the T.V. and started flipping through channels, Matt's gaze glued to them.
"You really have it out for that guy..." Matt trailed and smirked, thinking about how much they bicker at training. It exhausted him to think about the fact that they knew each other even longer than Matt saw them interact.

"Hadrian should be here in a couple hours or so, this thing's around an hour and a half..."
Daemon stopped the channels at what looked to be a stand up comedy. He never saw this show before, but then again, there were a lot of things on T.V. he never had the chance to see. Within fifteen minutes, Matt was warming up to the show and the both of them were laughing every minute. When Matt really got worked up, he had a habit of slapping his knee or grabbing another person. It just so happened that every once in awhile, subconsciously going unnoticed, he grabbed Daemon's shoulder or sleeve for a short moment. By the time it was over, he was fixated on the show again and didn't give it a second thought.

Before they knew it, the program was over and they slowly grew silent. Matt let out one last laughing breath. "I've actually never sat down and watched stand up comedy." He trailed off, in the back of his mind wondering what time it was, and he was starting to get a little hungry. "I hope Hadrian is going to bring something other than booze." He thought, crossing his fingers for pizza.

Daemon jumped in surprise the first time that Kooyani grabbed his arm and slapped his own knee,but he quickly grew accustomed to it. The kid was making it really hard to simply be platonic, here. By the time the show ended, Daemon was shaking off a slight blush and glancing at Kooyani. "I usually don't have time to watch a whole thing." Daemon agreed with a slight cough. Just then, the door was thrown open and Daemon looked towards it, happy for the distraction.

"Hey there Lover Boys! The Candyman has arri~ved!" Hadrian sung from the doorway, three bottled of vodka in one bag, and three pizza boxes balanced on his hand. Daemon quickly got up and took the pizza off Hadrian's hands, giving the man more balance. "Before you say anything, I already know you love me for going above and beyond the required amount of party food." Hadrian continued, sauntering over to the couch and setting the vodka down on the table. He then plopped down next to Koyaani and leaned against him dramatically. "I'm just [i]such[i] a giver." He sighed.

Daemon laughed as he sat down on Hadrian's other side, setting the pizza on the table. "I think you just wanted to get on...Blaine's good side." He mocked. Hadrian gasped, wrapping his arms around Koyaan's neck and feigning hurt.

"I would never bribe such a hot man into my bed!" He cried. Daemon raised an eyebrow and he sighed. "Okay so I would, but that's not the point!"

"Yeah, sure it isn't. Now let the man go before he has a heart attack." Daemon scolded. Hadrian sighed and let Koyaani go, finger lingering on his chin.

"Someday." He whispered.

"Hadrian!"

The man merely giggled.

Suddenly, as if on queue and just as he wished it, the door opened and Hadrian came bursting in with items in his hand. It was almost as if his previous worries of Hadrian's character was selectively forgotton as he noticed three boxes of pizza with the guy. Matt was about to get up and go for the food, but then Hadrian sat down next to him and leaned against him. Matt laughed awkwardly.

"You sure are. Dude, thanks for the pizza..."

"I think you just wanted to get on...Blaine's good side." He mocked. Hadrian gasped, wrapping his arms around Koyaani's neck and feigning hurt. Matt didn't know what to do except laugh at Hadrian and Daemon's comical bickering. When in doubt...try to laugh.

When Hadrian started gently stroking his chin, Matt let out a faint yelp but just remained frozen. "Hadrian's such a touchy feely guy..." He thought, and felt a bit relieved when Hadrian let go...but then again, he seemed to be very interested in trying to get him on his "team".

Matt got up from the couch suddenly and clapped his hands together. "Well I can't deny three boxes of pizza. I'm starving!" He reached for the pizza box and started digging in. He took a glass and was going to pour himself a drink when he looked at the top and tilted his head. It was vodka.

"Oh...I forgot you brought, uh..."

Matt never actually drank all that much, aside from a couple beers every now and then at a barbeque or something. He drank until he got a little woozy then stopped. He never tried drinking vodka, though...

"Oh, dude, don't tell me you're a lightweight." Daemon moaned dramatically. "At this rate, Hadrian'll have you on the couch in a few minutes." he continued before grabbing Hadrian's ear and giving it a hard yank. The idiot was grinning way too big. Said idiot yelped and rubbed his ear with a pout. "Don't look at me like that, you're the one hanging over him and makin' him shake in his boots."

"Aw, he's shaking in anticipation!" Hadrian cheered with a clap of his hands. "He knows he's gonna like i- ow!" Hadrian rubbed at the abused spot on his head.

"Down boy, you don't even know his sexuality." Daemon scolded, feeling oddly protective. He picked up a bottle of vodka and took a big gulp, reveling in the burn that traveled down his throat.

"Oh yeah, baby, you deep-throat that bottle." Hadrian said with a roll of his eyes.

"Shaddup, I had a shitty gift waiting for me at home." Daemon replied, leaning against his friend. Hadrian mouthed a small 'o' and patted Daemon's head, tipping the vodka bottle into his friend's mouth.

"Then you need this." Hadrian replied. He turned to Koyaani with a warning frown, whispering so Daemon wouldn't hear. "Forewarning, he's a pretty depressing and personal drunk..."

Matt let out a mix between something of a laugh and a scared whimper. “I am not a lightweight...! I drink beer on occasion…” He started to trail off before stuffing some pizza in his mouth before saying anything else. He listened into Hadrian and Daemons bickering regarding Matt’s sexuality and felt just a little uncomfortable. Just a little. Thankfully Daemon seemed pretty protective, at least for now, so hopefully he wouldn’t wake up naked the next morning.

Matt started pouring himself some vodka and glared at Daemon before taking a drink. “If I do anything stupid, don’t talk about it.” With that, he took one sip and paused at the strength of the vodka. “Yeah, I’m hardcore…drinking straight up vodk—oh god how does anybody drink this stuff??”

Matt started off thinking that after one glass, he’d be done with it. That’s what he thought. Eventually, minutes went by and he had finished a bottle all by himself, abandoning his glass completely. Now, he was laughing at everything that was said in the room, rocking back and forth on the couch, and squished in between Hadrian and Daemon. All in all, he was having a pretty good time.

“Man, it’s getting hot in here!!” Matt laughed rather obnoxiously, trying to pull off his shirt but the collar was stuck somehow. His motor skills were definitely starting to go down the drain.

"Ahhhhhhh, Ko-Ko- uh, Blaine! It's not hot...I...got the...f'ck'n AC on. C'mon man!" Daemon slapped the other man's arm, tipping over in the process and gripping Koyaani's arm to regain his balance. "D'mn dude..." He poked the other's arm. "Y-yer ripped...." He took another swig of vodka and leaned back with a laugh. "Maybe you could kick my dad's ass fer m-"

"Daemon!" Hadrian hissed, suddenly sober. Daemon's brow furrowed in confusion as he nursed his bottle. He began pouting as Hadrian sighed. "Look, you're the one that told me to stop you from talking about your dad around people, even if it means knocking your ass out." He stated with a huff, leaning back into the couch.

"Why shunt 'e know 'bout the b'st'rd rune...rune...ruinin' my life?" Daemon whined. "'e 'as ta live w'th me 'n' all...'nd 'at douche is gonna show up s'm'tm..."

"You drunk bastard, I can hardly understand you..." Hadrian shook his head. "Hey Blaine, you drunk enough to forget everything said here tonight?" he asked hopefully as Daemon began mumbling again.

Things were beginning to blur and wobble for Matt – he had never really been this tipsy before. Everything was kind of a blur, but he always managed to keep laughing as if he knew what Daemon was even talking about, since he was just as wasted as Matt was. He could of sworn he said something about his dad, but he wasn't sure. Hadrian started yelling at him, and then it was starting to get a little serious. Apparently there was something about his dad, but as he tried to contemplate it, his brain became absent again.

“Ah man don't worry about it guys...this is supposed to be a party, why we gotta be all serious and crap?” Matt waved his hands and tried to get up from the couch, but ended up tripping and falling back on it, leaning over on Daemon.

“On second thought – I'm really tired...”

Matt mumbled and heard Hadrian's voice in the distance, but felt like he was paralyzed. His body slumped down more, and before he knew it, Matt was out cold.

"Aw..." Daemon whined as Koyaani slumped over. "'e p'ss'd out..."

"You probably bored him to death whining about your dad." Hadrian scolded. It fell on deaf ears as Hadrian looked over and saw Daemon out cold as well, head tilted and resting on Koyaani's, who had his head rested on Daemon's slumped shoulders in return. "Goddammit..." he sighed. With a dramatic roll of his eyes, Hadrian pushed Daemon over so and and Koyanni toppled over and were sprawled across each other on the couch. "Oops." He said, voice holding no remorse at all for his actions as he got up from the couch and headed to the door. He opened it quickly, and just in time to get knocked in the nose by the fist that intended to knock on the door. His hands flew to his nose in shock and he tilted back, unbalanced. So he was still a little drunk after all, if he couldn't re-balance. A hand snaked out and grabbed his shirt sleeve to steady him.

"I'm sorry about that sir. I didn't expect someone to open the door before I knocked." The man that had balanced Hadrian was wearing a navy blue suit and skinny tie. There was a badge hooked to his waist and Hadrian scowled inwardly. He never did like cops much.

"S'fine." He answered, the slur coming back now that he didn't have to focus on Daemon and his father-talk. "What...ah, what do you need...officer?"

"Detective Brookes." The man corrected. "And I was wondering if I could talk to mister Malone?"

"Uh...Dae is a little...indisposed at the moment," Hadrian replied as a moan came from the other room, followed by a thump of what Hadrian figured was Daemon falling off the couch and hitting the table. The crash of a vodka bottle on the floor seconds later only confirmed his suspicion. Daemon didn't wake. He gave the detective an exasperated smile.

"Oh...well then, if you could give him my card, I would greatly appreciate a call later." The detective spoke up awkwardly, handing Hadrian the card and walking away after receiving a nod.

He set the card back down on Daemon's table and headed home on wobbly legs, not wanting to be there when Daemon woke up with a hangover.

When Matt got up, he felt very warm...but strangely uncomfortable. When the blurriness had left his eyes and he could see the room clearly, he noticed it was still in a mess from the night before. One vodka bottle was on the floor, another was one a table—Matt gasped for a moment. He was on the floor. He didn't any clothes on, well, minus the boxers. He was sleeping on top of Daemon, who, thank God was wearing clothes though. Matt let out an exasperated sigh and reminded himself to never to get drunk ever again.

As quickly as he could, Matt tried to get his upper body off the floor, but failed miserably after hitting his head against the edge of the table. “Ow—CHRIST!!!” Matt shrieked loudly and clutched his head, trying to get over the pain, which felt ten times worse due to having a extreme headache. He could have sworn that table was not like that the night before...and speaking of that night, where was Hadrian? Matt glanced around the room and didn't see any traces of him anywhere.

When the pain finally subsided, Matt could hear noticeable breaths coming from Daemon below him. Matt tried to get up from the position, but as a result ended up feeling up his chest while trying to take a grasp on the couch. Oh great, this was going to be awkward.

Daemon groaned as a weight shifted on his chest, keeping his eyes scrunched closed. He reached up to grab whatever was on him and frowned when it was warm flesh. He opened his eyes to see his hands rested on Koyaani's hips. his mind began racing, yet was ironically sluggish as a blush found its way to his cheeks.

"A- am I dreaming?" He asked, wide eyed. Then he scowled and pushed Koyaani off of him. "I'm not allowed to have this dream until I know your real fucking name."