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LENNOX FEARE - February 15, 2012 05:15 PM (GMT)
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There was something about heights that pleased him. Whether he was zombie-spotting on the roof or perching up on the stacks of products, Lennox was at his most relaxed when he was well off the ground. If it had been a new development then perhaps he might have assumed that the zombies were responsible - being the sort of bloated, pathetic specimens that were wholly unsuitable for scaling an industrial shelf unit laden with toilet paper. However, from the moment the young scot had been capable of climbing onto the top bunk bed, his fate had been sealed.<p>
In a way, Sam's Club was the explosion of wish-fulfillment that his adolescent self would have sold his soul for: getting stuck in what amounted to a giant playground whilst zombies roamed around outside. The reality, though, was that he was trapped with a bunch of strangers, dark thoughts, and a seemingly inexhaustable supply of alcohol. Setting nightly sail for self-destruction island was practically a given.<p>
Adjusting the pack on his shoulders, Lennox braced himself for the climb up to his third-floor bedroom. He'd hollowed out a space for himself in homewares, up high among the flatpacked furniture, and hoisted a mattress up to tuck it between the boxes so he couldn't be seen from below. He had a small cabinet filled with food and hangover Calpol, and a small stack of books. It wasn't much, but it was a great deal more luxurious than most people out there probably had.<p>
When he reached his den, Lennox shucked off his boots and jeans, settling into the cosy nest of blankets and pillows he'd assembled, and began to unpack his loot from the shop floor: caramel popcorn, another set of shotglasses, a sticky light for above his bed, and - most importantly - a stray bottle of surprisingly fine brandy. Prising it open, he breathed in the intoxicating scent and raised one of his new glasses, pouring out the shot with the kind of reverence he'd usually reserve for the handling of a woman.<p>
<b>'<i>Slainte mhath</i>,'</b> he murmured, a little smile turning the corners of his lips as he tipped his head back and drank it all down. Good health, indeed.
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EVANDER CAIN - February 16, 2012 08:13 AM (GMT)
Evander had spend his day watching his fellow residents of Sam's Club without their knowledge. Yes, it was probably a weird and perhaps creepy thing to do, but it was just something that he did to fill the time if he didn't have anything important to do. However, only a couple of the people had captured his attention as he lounged comfortable on a makeshift bedding like a large feline. He had been watching a pretty young woman doing her routine for the day without even knowing anyone was paying attention. She had been like the women he had targeted on the outside, but he wasn't in a particular mood to go after the pretty little thing. For some odd reason, he found himself looking for something different. He was on the hunt for a man. After a few hours of fruitless searching for the right prey while he climbed down from his bedding and stalked about the store, he finally found him. He was making his way back to the top stock to settle in with a snack of caramel popcorn and alcohol. The brawny ex-con slowly made his way over to him trying to keep himself out of sight before he pounced. What had truly caught his eye about Lennox had to be his eyes. All of his victims if he could help it had beautiful, bright eyes which sparkled like gems when the light hit them. Plus like the men he had attacked in prison, he had a look about him that seemed to say to Evander that he was vulnerable and easy pickings.

Slowly he approached the man's hideout above him, his head gently tilted to the side as he regarded his next step. Oh, little pig.. little pig let me in, he called up to the man, grinning devilishly like he were in fact the big bad wolf. The man he would see if he looked down would be another man dressed in a pair of green cargo pants and a green muscle shirt which sounded off his well-toned arms. He wasn't an ugly man, in fact, Evander had a certain attractiveness about him which may be appealing to some people. Carefully he started to climb up the way to the third floor den that Lennox had created for himself. I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in, he grinned as he finally reached his destination. You going to share the booze with the big bad wolf? Evander asked.

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At first, Lennox genuinely worried he was hearing things. He was that self-centred sort who assumed if he wasn't actively listening to the conversations going on down on the shop floor then the speakers didn't exist. Indeed, he'd gained the ability to tune them out like the irritating buzz of radio static, or the ticking of a grandfather clock. They mostly talked shit about one another anyway, and he had no interest in that.<p>
So there he was, minding his own business, when he heard a distinctly male voice call out from below. His forehead wrinkled as he fought to process the comment in some sort of context. Settling the bottle and his shot glass on the top of the cabinet, he poked his head out of the curtains that he'd erected around his bed to shut out the light whilst he was sleeping, and looked down at the man climbing up to his shelf.<p>
<b>'Please don't,'</b> he requested mildly, offering his new companion a polite - if slightly baffled - smile. <b>'It took bloody ages to get this place habitable.'</b> Lennox was just aware enough of real life to know that the other man had to have followed him pretty steathily for him not to notice it - and that was somewhat unnerving all by itself.<p>
Well, it wasn't like it was some sort of secret that Lennox spent his nights getting pissed. His grin was lopsided as he moved back to give the other man space to squeeze through into his living space. <b>'Cain, isn't it?'</b> Lennox enquired, settling back onto the mattress, unconcerned by his relative state of undress in just a scruffy Rolling Stones t-shirt and boxers. <b>'I've only brandy, I'm afraid -'</b> he smirked like they were at a tea-party, and offered him a fresh glass and the bottle. <b>'Are you...er...is everything alright?'</b>
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EVANDER CAIN - February 22, 2012 06:33 AM (GMT)

“Hey, I'm not gonna damage it... I promise,” he reassured him with a bright smile full of perfect white teeth which had a certain charm to it, though there always seemed to be a kind of dark edge to it. He was predatory, no matter how hard he tried to hide it from people. Carefully he made his way up, making sure to keep his promise about not harming keeping promises. For a man people often called a monster, he was good at seeming honest. In fact, he had been considered trustworthy by the community before he was finally caught and convinced of his crimes. It was difficult to tell if he had actually been honest or that it was merely a guise to hide the monster underneath the working man exterior. Once he settled on a place behind the drapery that kept the outside from seeing inside, giving Lennox a form of privacy, Evander looked about him, drawing his legs beneath him so his sizable body had enough room. “You got a good little thing going here,” the ex-con complimented with the hint of a smirk as he maneuvered so he was comfortable with the Scotsman.

Once he was comfortable in the space, he finally let his smokey gray eyes take in the man. Lennox was attractive with his striking, brilliant eyes and full lips which no doubt would have made him in a target in Evander's former world. Evil thoughts and ideas crossed the brawny man's mind as he looked at Lennox in his state of undress. He remembered how he had used his victims, playing on their weaknesses and vulnerabilities like a large predator in the wild would do. It had been so easy, but now things had changed dramatically. He had to be patient, pouncing on another individual so quickly would only bring attention to him, something he didn't need for the time being. Plus he was intrigued by Lennox, he wanted to know more about him, there was possibilities he could be use to him.

The inquiry about his name snapped him from his thoughts, nodding his head when he finally realized what he had asked. “Yeah, Evander Cain, but you call me Cain if you like... either one works,” he replied as he reached out for the glass and bottle of brandy while he offered a slight smile to him. “Brandy is just fine... good for the nerves anyways.” Carefully he poured himself a glass of the alcohol before he handed it back to his host. “Yeah... yeah... little lonely I guess. I don't know anybody here... well, not that well actually. Kind of weird being out of the pen you know? Though in a way it still feels like I'm in prison just bigger space.” He let a grimace claim his mouth while he reached up to scratch idly at his scalp. Oddly, Evander didn't hide the fact he was an ex-con from the other price choppers, he just didn't tell them the whole story about why he had been locked up.
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LENNOX FEARE - February 22, 2012 08:01 AM (GMT)
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<b>'Well, that's much appreciated. You've no idea how difficult it is to get a mattress up here...and it's not even one of those orthopaedic jobbies! Thought I was going to end up falling off the damn shelf and smashing my head open.'</b> The man looked a bit like a wolf with those sideburns and oddly sharp white teeth, but Lennox just assumed his permanently alcohol-steeped brain was overreacting. <b>'I'd feel like a right wanker if I survived the zombie apocalypse only to take a suicide dive in a supermarket.'</b> <p>

It was a little bit cozy to fit someone of Cain's bulk inside along with Lennox himself, but it didn't much matter to him. He was too lazy to venture up to the roof - and anyway, he only did that when he wanted to see Annaleigh. Since their kiss the other night, he'd been avoiding her, like an immature idiot. And drinking anywhere downstairs was a recipe to get mobbed by crazy people and their issues. He didn't feel like sharing his story - or his brandy - with everyone in the place.<p>

<b>'Thanks,'</b> he said brightly, pleased at the assessment of his living quarters since they'd taken so much effort to set up. <b>'There's not much else to do 'round here once you've exhausted all the sports equipment and read all the bestsellers -'</b> Lennox rolled his eyes expressively. <b>'So it was interior decorating or having a total fucking mental breakdown like the ground floor lot.'</b>

Cain seemed to be looking at him awfully hard, but Lennox concluded that maybe he didn't get out much. Or maybe he had something on his face - not that he could be arsed to check; it wasn't like Cain was a fit bird. <b>'Lennox,'</b> he said airily, since he'd not been down to most of the meetings and only knew Cain because he was pretty hard to miss. He smiled quizzically at the brandy comment. <b>'Why, you got stage fright?'</b> Oh, how amusing he was. Lennox took the bottle back and refilled his glass.<p>

Realistically, it wasn't a surprise that Cain had been in prison. He looked like a car-jacker, or maybe a bank robber. Lennox assumed it was some form of theft anyway, and never considered otherwise. <b>'Honestly, I think there'd be less freaks if it <i>was</i> a prison,'</b> he joked, perhaps insensitively but Cain had brought it up. <b>'But I know what you mean...not literally of course, God no, my father would have eviscerated me if I ever got myself into <i>that</i> much trouble.'</b> He laughed and sipped blithely at his alcohol. <b>'You ever think about breaking out? Of here, I mean. Not prison. Unless, you know, you broke out of there too.'</b> Christ, he wasn't even wasted yet and he sounded like he'd been drinking all day.

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EVANDER CAIN - February 25, 2012 06:28 AM (GMT)
Evander couldn't help but chuckle at the image of Lennox taking a nose dive off the top-stock, it was very amusing to his dark mind. “Yeah, you definitely don't wanna do that... its quite a height. You probably be in bad shape,” he said with a slight smirk, looking over the edge to see how high they were. It definitely looked like it would be quite a fall if he did go over the edge. “Yeah, that would be a nasty fall,” he muttered as he got comfortable in the little space that the Scotsman claimed as his own bedroom and living room. Evander was a sizable man, but somehow he managed to look rather cozy as he lounged near-by Lennox. He acted as if he was really cool with everything going on around him, it was like he didn't have a care in the world, even though there was a zombie apocalypse going on outside their doors. He kept an eye on the good-looking man very much like an animal might watch a possible prey. Lennox did resemble the male version of his victims, especially with those bright eyes peering out of his skull. He had an odd obsession with bright eyes, something even he didn't fully understand. Yes, he would admit to himself that he thought Lennox was appealing, though if it was a true attraction was difficult to tell, not that small details like gender made a different to him. He exhaled a sigh as he sunk back on his elbows. “Ain't that the truth... Guess it's a good thing I had mine years ago,” the ex-con replied with a playful smirk to show that he was only messing around with his new friend, if that was possible to call the relationship developing a friendship. “Nah, I'm kidding... I'm not psychotic... psychopathic? Maybe, but really who isn't this time of day,” he shrugged his broad shoulders as he looked over at Lennox, not certain how he would react to the bits of truth he was throwing into their conversation.

He smiled a little when the Scotsman introduced himself, giving him one name. “Lennox... good name, I like it,” Evander complimented him once more, though he was being honest too, he did in fact like the name Lennox. It was unique. The brawny man chuckled at the strange question about stage fright. “Nah, my nerves are alright,” he drank the brandy down, enjoying the taste as it slid down his throat. “Pretty good... been a little while since I had any alcohol. You the liquor cabinet around here?” Evander jested. The man openly admitted he had been in prison which didn't seem to bother Lennox, in fact he seemed rather understanding about it all. “Clearly you haven't been in prison, believe there a lot of freaks on the inside,” he chuckled a little as thought on what he had just said, he had in fact been one of those so-called freaks. The ex-con smiled at the man as he listened to him. “Actually, I was being transferred through Houston... lucky for me, I never made that transfer. Let's just say there was a little accident and I got my ass to some shelter before I became a zombie meal,” he flashed a toothy grin at his new acquaintance as he shifted a little closer to Lennox, closing a little distance between them. “To answer your question... I will get out of here... it's only a matter of time... but I do like it here. Cozy.” He exhaled a sigh as he relaxed.

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Cain was probably a bit more amused than he'd generally be comfortable with by the thought of him smashing to the concrete below, but Lennox didn't really notice. <b>'Clean up on aisle six,'</b> he joked. <b>'Park would have a fit. He'd be round with his little mop quick as anything.'</b> Admittedly, he didn't know Adrian Park very well, he just got the impression of a man who - against all common sense and decency - really, <i>really</i> enjoyed his job. And he was a fucking weird one to have assumed the role of leadership, despite this notionally being his store.<p>

Propping up a couple of pillows against the pile of boxes that served as his headboard, Lennox leaned back and stretched his legs out in front of him, fitting neatly around the space that Cain occupied without really thinking about it. He shrugged casually, taking the other man's offhand comment as a joke. <b>'Hard to get all het up about them things outside when you only ever see them from the roof. They don't seem all that...y'know, <i>scary</i>. I guess that sort of thinking really <i>does</i> make us the psychotic ones in this place.'</b> The others seemed plenty nervous. Lennox wondered if he was missing something. They had almost unlimited supplies and lots of high-up spaces to hide in. What were they freaking out about?<p>

<b>'I reckon my parents maybe wanted me to be an action hero, or something...Lennox Feare...sort of has a Viking Steven Segal ring to it, don't you think?'</b> He laughed at that, oblivious to Cain's ongoing eye contact. If he'd noticed, he'd have only attributed it to being from this side of the world where inappropriate friendliness was practically mandatory. At Cain's question regarding the booze, he grinned and nodded. <b>'In a manner of speaking. I know where to get the goods. It's a Scottish thing; I'd rather get eaten alive by those zombie bastards than spend the next few months drinking that Hipster Lite bollocks. That's the kind of thing makes a man feel sorry he's still breathing.'</b> And the funny thing? He was dead serious.<p>

Obviously, there were freaks in prison. It was just that <i>those</i> freaks tended to congregate in a very specific area of craziness; here in Sam's Club, they had a whole <i>smorgasbord</i> of mental health issues. <b>'They ship you around a lot, like? Cause if not, there's somebody up there loves you. That's a big round of applause from upstairs for an ex-con you know,'</b> Lennox grinned, none the wiser to the true extent of Cain's crimes. Crossing one ankle over the other, he closed his eyes briefly and took a deep drink. <b>'Don't know if there's anywhere else worth being,'</b> he said slowly, thinking of the few things he'd miss and knowing that he only had one real reason to stay. <b>'I heard there's a bunch of people at the mall...and on boats. A kid turned up couple days ago, apparently he's been living on a boat since April. How depressing would that be?'</b> No wonder the little monster was a drug addict.

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EVANDER CAIN - March 8, 2012 09:47 AM (GMT)
Evander chuckle at Lennox's joke, finding the man rather funny in a morbid sort of way, something the serial killer could relate to. Perhaps Lennox's fate was not as set in stone as his victims had been, he found he actually was enjoying this little friendly meeting, though his evil thoughts were never far from his mind. It was one of the reasons that Evander continued to watch him so closely, his mind had all sorts of twisted things going on within it which he thought of doing them to Lennox. His hands were tempted to reach out to those legs stretched out, pounce upon his prey like a wild animal. It would be fun. But somehow he was still resisting acting on his impulses. Why? He wasn't entirely sure. Maybe he worried about getting caught and the consequences that followed. No, this couldn't be it, he was a sociopath. They didn't fear consequences. Heck, they didn't think about them most of the time. It was more then likely he was still debating what he wanted to do and when he should do it.

I have seen plenty of humans who could put those creatures out there to shame. At least there mindless, imagine a human with full mental capabilities who actually enjoys eating human flesh. Personally I never tried it. Must be good if everyone so hungry for it, he mused as he moved closer to the Scotsman, enough that he could almost touch him. However, he didn't touch him, but he did brush him slightly with his arm as he took the brandy bottle to pour some in his glass. Lennox Feare It's a good name. I rather like Vikings, he flashed him a playful grin as he brought the glass to his lips, draining it of the precious liquid. Quickly the subject had switched to the alcohol that Lennox had in his possession. He had to admit the man's devotion to fine alcohol was admirable to Evander, he rather liked good alcohol himself. I like the way you think. Think I should stick around with you if you got the good stuff, he remarked with a sly smirk before their conversation ventured to his life before Sam's Club. Not really... I spend most of my sentence in one place before this happened. Actually, they were only moving some us to a prison in Texas to make some room for new folks. Not sure what happened to the others I was riding with... zombie food for all I know. He shrugged his broad shoulders. Honestly, he could care less if the other cons had made it, they hardly had any concern for him.

Maybe there is a little bad boy angel up there watching my back through all of this crap. The ex-con cracked a grin in response to his acquaintance's own grin, revealing hints of his white teeth which could look so predatory. But that grin slowly changed to an expression of curiosity as Lennox told him about a kid who had been living on a boat. It made him glad he had been fortunate to find Sam's Club. Damn, that is pretty depressing... At least he got some sense and came here... Hell of a lot better place to hide out I got to admit. Evander drank the last bit of his brandy, setting the glass aside before turning his attention back to Lennox.


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Cain looked like he was trying to make a really difficult decision. His forehead was all scrunched up, and he kind of reminded Lennox of his father when something was troubling him. <b>'You okay there, pal? Think any harder, that brain of yours is gonna overheat.'</b> Not that Lennox would know; he hardly ever used the organ housed beneath his skull for more than plotting cruel pranks and hoarding supplies.<p>

It had been a casual comment; Lennox was hardly about to cop to psychopathy - he was much too normal for that sort of thing - but Cain seemed to take it quite seriously. He blinked, equal parts disgusted and intrigued. <b>'You actually met a cannibal?'</b> he asked eagerly, trying not to sound too much like a teenage girl at a Justin Bieber gig. <b>'When you see them on TV - they did this, y'know, cannibal season thing in the UK a while back - they always say human tastes like roast pork. Probably doesn't if you're eating it raw like the dead ones outside though.'</b><p>

The other man was getting closer - or was that his own vision blurring? Lennox couldn't quite decide. If they ended up cuddling, he'd say something then. <b>'Yeah,'</b> he agreed, grinning. <b>'And if we can get our paws on some cigars, it can be a sort of gentleman's club. Let the kids make do with their Pabst or whatever it is - did you know that stuff is regarded like a fine champagne in China? No wonder humanity is fucked.'</b><p>

Glancing at him sideways, Lennox snorted. <b>'Well, let's <i>hope</i> they're zombie food. No offence mate, but I don't relish the idea of an ex-con army wandering around out there. Mind you, they could make a killing - literally I guess - as wasteland bodyguards.'</b> Lennox wasn't leaving the safety of Sam's Club again without someone carrying a gun. It'd be easy to trade food for the service, or just about anything else really.<p>

They were getting dangerously close to gossip talking about the kid - and Lennox happened to know that he'd turned up apparently to shack up with his boyfriend - loudly and frequently, by the sounds of things - but he wasn't about to share that. For one thing, even talking about it would make him feel homosexual. <b>'Shame there isn't a good bar somewhere around here. You know, Shaun of the Dead style. That'd be a great post-apocalyptic occupation: wasteland bartender.'</b> Well, if he didn't drink all the merchandise first.

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EVANDER CAIN - April 9, 2012 08:05 AM (GMT)
Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine, Lennox's words seemed to have pull the man from his devious thoughts, funny words that made him chuckle a little in amusement. Definitely wouldn't want that to happen, he gave his new acquaintance a playful grin. For once he wasn't faking anything, in fact he was having a good time hanging with Lennox. He was definitely drawn to the Scotsman, though it made him wonder if it was only because he was such a vulnerable target or he actually felt anything. He dismissed it as he spoke to him about humans being as bad as the zombies, little did Lennox know that Evander probably could be threw into that selective group. He shrugged his broad shoulders at the man's question about meeting a cannibal. Maybe... he smirked, enjoying the eagerness in the man's voice. He knew at that moment he was right to chose Lennox. He listened to him as he explained about seeing cannibalism on television, retelling from the story that human skin was said to taste like roasted pork but that probably wasn't true with the raw human meat the zombies were eating. Evander chuckled finding dark humor in what the man had said while he brushed a hand through the back of his head. No, probably not... if you're gonna have human its best to cook it first. For a moment it sounded as if he was completely serious, but slowly he formed a grin to show Lennox he was just messing around with him.

Carefully he had moved a little closer to the man, making it seem like the most natural thing in the world, though it was more like the animal slowly easing in for the kill. Mmm... cigars do sound nice, he purred as he thought about a good smoke, something he hadn't in a long time. Been some years since I had a really good smoke... lovely alcohol and a cigar would be heaven. Softly he chuckled as he relaxed near Lennox, watching him while they continued to converse. Soon the conversation ventured about Evander's life before the zombies took over. He told him about the prison bus that was transporting him and a few other prisoners into Texas. The ex-con had no idea what had happened to the rest of them. No offense taken I wouldn't mind not seeing them any time soon. Never really liked them anyways, Evander shrugged his shoulders once more. He didn't care about the other cons, in fact he was rather hoping they were zombie food, so he wouldn't have to worry about them spilling the beans on him. He was glad when the conversation switched subjects to one about a bar. Yup, a real shame... bar sounds really good too, the ex-con cracked a grin as he looked at Lennox, finding him very amusing.


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If only his family could see him now, eh? Sharing a brandy and chuckle with an ex con, on his bed high in the shelves of a damn wholesalers. Lennox had never felt further away from reality. For a man that had spent time behind bars, Cain was actually quite normal - a little spaced maybe, but with the highest concentration of drug dealers in the Houston area, who in Sam's Club <i>wasn't</i>? At the very least, he didn't seem like a man who associated with cannibals socially.<p>
<b>'Good to know,'</b> Lennox told him with a knowing grin, jaw working reflexively when he thought about how nice it would be to sink his teeth into a big, juicy steak. Of the beef variety, obviously - unless someone tried stealing his drink. Then all bets were off. <b>'I do enjoy a good barbeque. That's actually what I was here for, y'know, when shit went down. I heard it on the radio and figured it was some sort of wacky national holiday - the VP wanted a day off or something. Ta da! Zombies!'</b> If he hadn't been locked in - against his will, he might add - by the store manager, he probably would have congratulated the zombies shambling around outside on their astounding stage makeup. Before one of them ripped his intestines out.<p>
As Cain moved closer still, Lennox almost went cross-eyed to look at him. <b>'Er...mate, I don't mind the odd cuddle, you know, when I've had a few, but any minute now you're going to end up sitting in my lap and honestly? You're a bit big for those shenanigans.'</b> He made a little shooing motion with one hand, oblivious to the possibility that the other man might have any interest in him beyond the brandy bottle. As a matter of course, he topped up their glasses at the same time.<p>
<b>'Makes you wonder though - how many people are out there?'</b> he carried on blithely. <b>'Like, where are they all hiding? How long do we have to stay here until the authority clear the place out and make us get jobs again?'</b> That was, assuming Cain had ever worked a <i>job</i> as such.

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EVANDER CAIN - May 22, 2012 08:15 AM (GMT)

Ain't that some shit. You come for a barbeque, stay for the apocalypse, he laughed, finding dark humor from their current situation, though his humor always seemed to run on the dark side. After all, he was a sadistic serial killer. There was no doubt that his thoughts on comedy were no family friendly. When the man spoke once more, suggesting that Evander was getting to close to him, he faked surprise like he had no idea what he was doing. However, the truth of the matter was the ex-con knew exactly what he was doing. He had been testing the limits and now it seemed that Lennox had finally noticed and quickly put a stop to it. Oh, I didn't know I was that close, he offered him a grin which showed off his teeth just a bit, trying to resist looking too predatory. He shifted just a little, but kept rather close to the man as they conversed. Once his glass was filled, he took a sip of it before he spoke once more. Been awhile since my last cuddle, though it was probably more of forking then a spooning, the ex-con chuckled as he took another sip of the tasty alcohol. The words that Lennox used intrigued him, did this mean he wasn't as straight as he let on? For Evander, gender hardly mattered. All that mattered to him was getting his pleasure from the body that he had underneath him. He could just imagine taking Lennox for a spin.

The subject quickly changed once more to a bitter and tragic topic about survivors.Honestly? I don't think there are many of us left. I think I was just lucky to find this Sam's Club and be welcome so warmly, the former convict smiled at his new acquaintance. When the word job came up, Evander made a disgusted face. A job... never had much of one to begin with. I mostly did odd jobs here and there. Last job I had was in a grocery store, it was a lot smaller then this one. Guess you could say I was a delivery boy, he shrugged his shoulders as he leaned back, lounging a bit while his bright gray eyes studied the man next to him. His hand boldly reached out to brush his fingers on his shoulder. I like your eyes, Evander said in a husky voice as he threw it out in the open, leaning in to press his lips to Lennox's throat.




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