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The Roof, Tuesday Night

Yep, it was that time again -- time to go up to the roof, smoke, and brood over what to get people for Christmas.

Okay, actually Anders was brooding over his conversation with Parker yesterday, but still. There was also Christmas-shopping brooding going on. Look, he could multitask, all right? Two kinds of brooding and smoking, all at once. There was even pacing back and forth.

Skilled, that guy. Really.

[OOC: Roofily open, though he's here for his regular torture session. *g*]

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"Damn right it's not fair," Anders agreed, impulsively reaching out to clap a hand on Bel's shoulder. "How come you're the only one who can see that?"

"You got me," Bel said, shrugging a little. "I don't know, they must have reasons of their own for wanting to keep you down."

"So stupid. I don't even see why they care," Anders replied. Annoyed, he threw his cigarette butt down hard enough to make sparks fly from it when it hit the ground. "But whatever. You don't do that crap to me. It's a nice change."

"Some girls are just the over-protective type," Bel said. "Me, I don't like it when people try to put safeguards around me. I like to do what I want and deal with it on my own terms. Take risks." He light up a new cigarette and grinned at Anders over the flames. "Live dangerously."

"That's what I want to do, and the hell with them if they think different," agreed Anders. "Lords. Maybe I shouldn't even bother telling any of them anything again."

Well . . . except Bridge, maybe. There could be a Bridge-exception, since his best friend wasn't trying to tell him what to do.

"Good idea," Bel said. "Show them you can think for yourself." He put his hand on Anders's shoulder. "Make your own decisions about what you wanna do, and who you wanna do it with."

Anders looked at him steadily. "I already have, and they think I'm crazy for it. So frak 'em -- their loss."

"Worry too much about what other people think and you'll never have any fun," Bel said. "So I'm likin' this attitude of yours."

"Someone who does, finally. Thank the gods," Anders drawled. "Nice to know you got my back on this."

"Oh, I got your back all right," Bel said, tilting his head and moving to take a look at said backside.

"You do seem to be kind of attached to it," Anders said, his smirk growing broader. "Or want to be, anyway."

"The thought of trying it out may have crossed my mind," Bel said, a smirk of his own coming to his face.

Anders chuckled softly. "I did offer you a ride any time."

"But we've still got that trust thing to work on," Bel said. "I'm sure you understand my need to be...discrete. But so far, so good."

"And I can keep it up," promised Anders. "Just watch."

Bel let his gaze drop meaningfully. "I bet you can," he said.

"You might be surprised," Anders said, his voice almost a purr.

"Not much surprises me," Bel said. "But I'm always willing to try...new things."

"Exploring's good," Anders agreed.

Maybe licking his lips just a bit.

"Not exactly unexplored territory though, is it?" Bel said. "Pity, but there is something to be said for experience."

"Got a lot of it, do you?" asked Anders, lighting up a new cigarette.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Bel said with a grin.

"They do say seeing is believing," Anders remarked. "Unless you want me to just take your word for it. I could probably imagine up a lot. Maybe I already do."

"Just what have you been imagining?" Bel said in a low voice.

"Wouldn't you like to find out," Anders replied in a whisper.

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