Gone Fishing! - [Cameo, Jack, Anatra and Marree]

Tyren Orca

If a lion, a lion roars would you not listen?

So it's really happening, Tyren. You're about to tap consciousness with another man for the first time. You know you are going to enjoy it, don't let anybody else tell you otherwise.
No? You're not? Well you're wrong. Because I'm not going to let you not like it. I am going to sit here and plague this moment for you. I'm going to make you like it. This is your best friend. He's best for a reason.
Stop? But we were only just getting started... Don't quit the fun. It is so much fun.

"Are you making fun of me?" Matthew asks. "No, sir." He gives a subtle grin. "You want to see this?" He asks Kyanite. She has some sort of acceptance to it to which Tyren doesn't necessarily understand. It's a dare, there's no choice. If you allow choice, what's the point? Then again, if it is a choice, and he's choosing to do it... Tyren thinks.

That's right Tyren he is choosing to do it. You know what you're seeing here. You know what you're doing to him.
Okay, I'll stop.

Quickly, it's already beginning. His face is filled with a fiery anger that is probably directed towards Tyren himself. He's not sure what to think right now. It's still fresh in his mind, the idea of another man's lips on his. It'd be the first lips he's hand for a long time. Would it be pleasant? It's not supposed to be. It's supposed to be a joke.

His lips meet Tyren's. Tyren had forgotten to close his eyes but for a moment, seeing how Matthew had indulged in what he's doing. How is he feeling about this? Really? Tyren's starting approach was nervous, he was caught off-guard. He didn't think Matthew was going to do it so when their lips made contact, he wasn't prepared. It's half embarrassing because his breath is littered with the alcohol that has made this possible. The other half is because the dare is horrendously cruel that way. For a moment, Matthew seems to have the same nerves. Suddenly, he catches some kind of liking for it, or something. Tyren feels more of a drive to the moment and he can't help but notice the warmth that it is bringing to his face. He didn't expect Matthew to give it his best shot. He was unprepared for his best shot. Suddenly, his tongue joins the party that is happening in their joined lips and Tyren can feel Matthew adding some kind of other force to the action. What the fuck? Has he ever kissed before? Tyren asks himself mentally.

Not a boy. But you know that. You like that, don't you? Something tells him. No I won't shut up! It replies to nothing.

If he wants to give it his best shot, Tyren will too. He has to, it's what the dare says on the label. He was lying when he said he'd keep his hands to himself. He puts one right on the back of Matthew's head, his thumb tucking neatly under his ear. The other matches on the other side and locks Matthew in place. No escape!

Suddenly though, he slips away. Tyren is left. A rush of coldness meets his lips, and everything else. He doesn't appear disgusted, not as Matthew is. He's drowning away the dare it seems, delving into the bottle for more comfort in the idea that it was just a dare.
Tyren, in his drunk state, isn't so sure.

It is the girl's turn again. Max is just sitting there, casually, drinking from his bottle. The fire lights up half his face. He catches a quick glance towards Gala, to which he can share at least the smallest of mutual feelings now. They're both left on the side. It's quite an entertaining thing for Max, being able to relate to the young girl. He grins a little but conceals it after the moment is shared. Tyren sits there solitary, wordless. The campfire glistening in the nighttime. The girls kissing doesn't give him any satisfaction anymore.

If a child, a child cries would you not forgive them?

Tyren Orca

If a lion, a lion roars would you not listen?

It's just a dare. It's just a dare. Tyren finds it hard to keep a straight face (no pun intended, the situation isn't serious). It's just a kiss. It's just a kiss. Matthew's lips seem cold. It's almost the opposite to which Tyren's wobbling thoughts were expecting. He's had female lips upon his plenty of times. He's only eighteen, though. Plenty for him is only around a couple. Matthew claims to be this big ladies man, but he can't even handle a silly dare. Tyren doesn't gain any kind of joy out of doing this, only that it's hilarious. He knows that Matthew's reaction will probably be just as funny, because he knows how Matthew feels about this. He feels disgusted. Even the word 'gay' probably disgusts him. To Tyren, it's fine and he doesn't care. If any man tried something with him, they wouldn't be at it very long because he wouldn't necessarily be able to literally perform. He can only have female partners, his mind is set that way, seemingly. He doesn't disapprove of it though. The notion is fine by him. He doesn't have a silly opinion about it, he just sees it as another option that he doesn't necessarily want to take. Matthew's expression, especially as the kiss prolongs, shows how he doesn't share the same opinion of Tyren. How he's literally disgusted by the act. He's overthinking it. He probably even thinks Tyren wants something more.

He'd be disappointed.

Tyren wouldn't do that to somebody he called 'brother' once. But his 'brother' just looks at him with disgust, pulling away. "I need to take a leak.” He marches away.

Tyren is left there, isolated. The girls start their dare just as Matthew is walking away. Tyren doesn't know quite what to think. He's just been humiliated. He was just doing the dare. Just having fun. Now Matthew thinks he likes him, or something. Suddenly, Tyren can't stand this. Emotion rolls into his skull like a bulldozer and takes him by surprise. No tears, just that stupid headache that is either the drink, or worse. Max is still in just his boxers, the jacket covering him. He needs to change that fact, because he doesn't sleep in his boxers. He usually sleeps in a t-shirt and some sweatpants. He always gets really cold at night, tonight will be especially as much despite the warmth that drinking alcohol can give you. He goes for the tent. He's not disregarding the girls, but he feels as though things are getting a bit awkward. It's just Tyren, and them. He averts his gaze, something on his mind. Something really bloody obvious. He's so irritated by what happened. Why did Matthew do that? He doesn't know. He has so many questions, but they'll never be asked and he'll end up brooding on them for a while to come.

“I think we’ve scarred our twelve year old for life now. Should be my turn now.”

No. It's not. Tyren thinks. He's too scared to say otherwise. It's Tyren's turn. It was his dare. Not Matthew's. God, he's so angry inside right now. He doesn't let it show. He won't.

Matthew purposefully sits away from Tyren, and Max comes back just in time for the bottle spin with his nightwear on. Black sweatpants and a blue t-shirt. He sits next to Vy again.

What did I do? Tyren wonders, his eyes warm.

“Vy, no more dares for now. Tell us the truth: Is Brooklyn really your sister?”

That's unfair. She's supposed to decide whether she gets truth or dare... Stop being an ass, Matthew. Tyren thinks. He's really worked up right now, but he just keeps quiet. He's not wanting to pick fights, not when he's drunk like this. It's supposed to be a good night. At least Gala knows when to call it a night. Somehow though, Matthew brings her back.

"She's my kid."

...

Tyren doesn't know what to think. Max just opens his mouth a bit too soon. "Tyren the father?" He chuckles. Tyren just looks up and glares at Max, who stops laughing. "Oh, sorry. I forgot you liked men." Max is showing his drunk side, apparently.

"Fuck off!" Tyren yells at him. He takes off, throwing the can back at Max, who just catches it, his eyes worried for Tyren but he's not scared for him or by him. Tyren goes straight to the tent. He doesn't even care anymore. He's been humiliated. He feels so ashamed. Lonely.

"Oh." Max utters. "I didn't think he would take it so seriously..."

If a child, a child cries would you not forgive them?

Max Orca

If a lion, a lion roars would you not listen?

He's lonely in that tent. The word isolated has come far too often. He's sitting alone with his knees against his chest, and his head buried in arms that guard him from any more humiliation. His drunken mind thinks he's just lost his friend. His drunken mind is repeating to him how much he needs that friend - who is just that. How could things get so serious, so quickly? He thinks to himself, this young man of eighteen. He's supposed to be stronger than this, at this point. He's supposed to be better. He can be, if only people didn't throw him down when he was so close to getting back up.

Now, he's isolated.
Nobody has followed him to the tent. He wants to sit down and talk this through with somebody, anybody. This is the first night, of two. Tyren won't be able to sleep before Matthew and Max come in, later. He can never get to sleep once he's had something to drink, he doesn't know why and biologically it makes no sense. He will just have to pretend. Endure the embarrassing glares he'll receive. They both think he's betraying their expectations. He's not. He doesn't like men in that way. Even if he did, he wouldn't like Matthew, that's for certain.

Max feels quite horrible about how he's made Tyren feel. “Well done, Max. You really know how to choose your words.” Matthew's words make him itch a little. "Will you grow up, Max?" Kyanite says. That one does hurt. Like he's the one that needs to grow up. He's the oldest there. "Don't patronize me. It was just a joke."

Matthew shuffles over so only Max can hear. “Should I tell them how you tapped that crazy morphling whore? See whether you take that serious?’” Max just gives him a look. "Morphling whore? That's my girlfriend, and Tyren was there if you don't remember." He says aloud, not caring for the secrecy. “I won’t but you’d better make sure Tyren’s okay.” Max's brows weigh more. "You don't even know him, he won't want to talk to me."

Suddenly, a fist hits Max's face.
What the hell is happening?
Max can't tell. He takes the punch like a man though, but he doesn't see a point in retaliating. His head is thrown to the side typically and blood only just begins to scrap a slight as it hit his cheek, grazing it due to her force. He sighs to himself, sighing away the pain. He doesn't understand what merited a full force punch from somebody he didn't even know, but maybe she thought the same about a below-the-belt comment from a stranger about her child as well.

He says nothing else. There is nothing to say. He just stands up and walks away to the tent. Hopefully Matthew doesn't come in tonight, because neither of them want anything to do with him.

If a child, a child cries would you not forgive them?