Log: Completed

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When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Gren (notapreacher) and Lestat (vampbratprince)
Summary: Mama, can you tell me how vampires celebrate New Year's Eve?
Log: For as long as he can remember, he's been the musical entertainment somewhere on New Year's Eve. Tonight's the first time in years (he discounts his time in the Army and in prison because those were out of his control) that he's not playing saxophone somewhere.

In a way it's a relief, and so is the idea of just staying in and celebrating privately. Oh, he can share the champagne that's chilling in the refrigerator and the exquisite chocolate truffles sitting out on the counter. In fact, he plans to do just that. There's a quiet burn of happiness that goes along with the whole notion and he remembers from the few creative writing classes he took to pass the time back in high school that in fiction they say happiness is boring and it's struggle that's interesting. He happens to be perfectly content to be as dull as possible so long as it goes hand in hand with happiness.

Screw what anyone else thinks about the two of them: he's never given much care for what anybody else might think about any of the things he does. There are really only a few people whose opinions matter to him. One is doing whatever it is she's doing tonight (and he hopes Julia is happy and she knows she's always welcome over here) and the other is already here.

They could join the festivities at Lux, and they just might. Then again, they might just stay right here and hide out together. It wouldn't be the first time.

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"Very well then. Don't go to sleep." He's fine either way. "I'll hold you whether you do or not." That's already been decided. Before he even mentioned sleep in the first place.

The cold does have a way of tiring humans though. As well as blood loss and alcohol. All three would certainly do the trick. Still, he has a feeling that Gren would think it was all worth it. And the fireworks were beautiful and the other activities perfection.

He does have a feeling his lover may slip away into sleep's embrace at some point though.

But, like he said, he'll hold him even then.

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Lestat's hands in his hair are a strong sedative. If he were to start humming now there'd be no escape. It isn't that he's that much of a lightweight about alcohol; he drank plenty on Callisto. It's just the combination of everything and Lestat's right. He really is tired. He really doesn't sleep enough. Four hours, five maybe: that's what he affords himself.

He just doesn't want to miss anything. Not a single thing. Not a minute. Not a second. Not a...

Well, maybe he ought to succumb just for a little bit. Maybe just a few minutes' sleep. Of course, the last time he said that -- it was when Abby was staying over -- he slept all night and well into the next day.

"Don't let me sleep all night. Just for a little bit."

There's a moment's sleepy pause.

"Promise me."

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"I promise not to let you sleep all night." That's an easy promise to make. Gren has stayed awake for a good portion of the night. If he slept through the rest then he'd still be keeping his word. It's slightly underhanded but he'll be able to live with himself.

Kissing the top of Gren's head he smiles. "Now go to sleep, ange. I will be here when you wake up."

At some point, he will take the dogs out for a walk. And let his lover sleep through it all. He is one of the most selfish creatures in existence but he still has room to care about the man in his arms.

"If you don't then I will starting humming."

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That's so unfair, but all Lestat gets in return is a tired smile.

A very smug tired smile, and he really does intend to sleep only for a little bit. But intentions are just that, and by the time he settles against Lestat, arms around each other, the lure of sleep is just too strong. At least it's not a bad way to spend the night.

Not bad at all.