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Date: November 1, 1999
Status: Public
Setting: Just Outside the Manor
Summary: Famine and Pollution return to the manor after their ride. We highly encourage all Horsepersons and Former Horsepersons to join us and make fun of/congratulate the happy couple.

By the time he reached the manor, Pollution was still high as a cloud. Emotionally, anyway. The whole way back, he had been cuddled up close to Famine. Everything about him just completely distracted Pollution, from his sent to the feel of his jacket against his cheek. It was wonderful. But like all great things, eventually this too had to come to an end and, despite taking the long way back, the trip was too short of Pollution's liking. He would just have to forget to ever get his bike fixed. He'd rather be ride with Famine then alone, anyway.

When the bike pulled to a stop, he reluctantly slid off and stretched, pulling muscles sore from lack of use. A peice of paper, rolling in the wind, caught his eye for a moment. When it was out of sight again, he blinked and turned to face Famine, waiting for him before they were to go inside. He smiled. "We should do that again."

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Pollution looked at Famine for help, not that Pestilence had seemed to loose intrest in them for the moment. He was usually all for the polluting of one's body (of course), but when it involved all the members of their little group and a drink called a 'blowjob', he was ready to look for the soonest possible moment to ooze away

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Famine squeezed Pollution's shoulder reassuringly, wishing for once that he was as unnoticable as his companion. The corner of his eye was twitching ever so slightly, and he raised his free hand in an attempt to rub away an impending headache. He leaned over just enough to murmur in Pollution's ear in a joking tone. "Sometimes I wonder how Death would react if something unfortunate were to happen to Pestilence." Not that he truely wished harm on his old friend, but sometimes... He could use a drink after this, though hopefully not one strong enough for a repeat of last night.

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"He'd be even more distant. I think Pest is the only one of us that is completly at ease around him..." The weight of Famine's hand on his shoulder was comforting and, when he saw Famine reaching up to rub at his head, Pollution felt the desire to comfort him in return. Ignoring the others for a moment, he raised his hand and pushed Famine's away, and gently touched the spot he had been rubbing. "There's not harm in running away from them, is there?" he whispered, already planning thier escape.

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"You're probably right." He smiled and leaned gratefully into Pollution's touch. "I don't think there'd be any harm in that, and running away is starting to sound very tempting." He grinned and, forgetting their company for a moment, leaned over to kiss Pollution's forehead gently.

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As Pestilence was dragging DEATH towards the doors of the manor, out of the corner of his eye, he caught the tender kiss between Famine and Pollution, and it gave him pause.
He understood lust. That was easy enough. Lust was one of his best allies in proliferating disease. Syphilis, AIDS, Gonorrhea, Hell, even TB. He could appreciate lust.
The kiss that had just passed between Famine and Pollution wasn't just lust (though there was a little, lets be honest).
The kiss they shared was born from the other "L" word.
And that "L" word he had never understood at all.
The enormous grin slowly slipped off of the former horesperson's face, and he suddenly felt very alone. He had had flings, of course. How else would social diseases have started and spread in the first place? Hell, he had even been with a few of the other horsepeople. It had been convenient and fun. But it had never had anything to do with the "L" word. His jaw clenched and he his fingers spasmed a little in the dark fold of DEATH's cloak.
"Let go inside." He said quietly, looking back at Famine and Pollution with a sad smile.
He finally managed to push everyone through the doors and down in the direction of the bar.
It was a good time for a quiet drink.

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DEATH followed Pestilence's gaze to Famine and Pollution. It reminded him of Susan and that silly musician boy she had been so taken with when she had to take over for him as DEATH. He smiled.

Glancing as his companion as he felt a tug at his sleeve, his smile faded slightly. Pestilence rarely looked contemplative; in fact, the last time DEATH had seen him like that was when he was about to retire. It hadn't been a happy moment.

WHAT'S WRONG? asked DEATH. SHOULDN'T WE WAIT FOR THEM? he added, nodding back at Famine and Pollution.If more beings he knew were around, the less chance he had of getting completely plastered and making a fool of himself, like the last time he starting thinking about things.

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Pestilence turned cold grey eyes on his friend. "Of course we'll wait." He stretched a smile across his face looking into DEATH's socket's. "Its weird how things turn out. Isn't it? But, can't keep me down for long." His eyes shifted from the happy couple to DEATH and back. It had been so long since he had been around any of them.
"Come on, you two. Plenty of time for that later." He chided, but the enthusiasm was gone from his voice, his words sounding rattley in his chest.

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Pollution was a bit startled by the voice and dragged his eyes away from Famine to look up at Death and Pestilence. He was about ready to head inside with Famine, but the sound of Pestilence's voice made him stop. Of all the Horsepersons, excluding Famine, of course, he was closest with Pestilence. They were cut from the same cloth, even if their personalities were greatly different. "Pest?" he asked, in one word asking if he was alright and if thee was anything he could do to help.

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Pestilence tried harder to look fine. "Oh, nothing's wrong, kid. Don't worry." He gave Pollution a smile and indicated down the hall with his head. "Anyway, there's nothing that a little biological pollution won't solve." He looked at Famine's possessive arm around Pollution. "Anyway, I wasn't joking, its time to celebrate."

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Famine frowned slightly, also worried about his old friend. He decided not to press, that never did any good, but he had a hunch that it had to do with him and Pollution. He decided that if they did manage to slip away during the evening, he'd ask Death to keep an eye on Pest. Maybe someone who wasn't strictly involved could help him.

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Once they reached the bar, Pestilence seemed to be in a better mood. Perhaps the sudden mood shift was a result of his recent meddling with brain chemicals (which was causing an epidemic of mental disorders amongst the humans). At least that is what he tried to convince himself of. Whatever it was, he wasn't going to think about it.
"Well, what would everyone like?" He walked behind the bar (That demon bartender had been missing for days) and looked at Famine. "Still fond of Red?" He pulled a dusty bottle out from under the counter. "What about you kid? DEATH?" He began to pull glasses and random bottles out. In one he poured a little of each alcohol. "What'll it be?"

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Pollution sat down on one of the tall chairs and rested his elbows on the counter, watching Pestilence bustle back and forth. "I like everything," he muttered, dropping his head down to look at the shiny surface of the bar. Without even thinking about it, he lifted his head up again and his eyes sought out Famine. It was amazing how close one bike ride could make a couple.

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Pestilence noticed the glance but looked away quickly, making another "I like everything" cocktail in addition to his own, for the kid. He slid it over to Pollution with a meaningful glance. "Cut from the same cloth, kid." Hefinished his glass in one long draught and poured another mixture.
"And for you, old boy." He corked the bottle of wine and poured some for Famine. "Its been a while since the last time we shared a drink, eh?"
"And what about you, DEATH? Wine, Everything, of I coud mix you a nice "flatliner #2."

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Famine claimed the stool next to Pollution and accepted the glass from Pestilence. "Thanks. Yes, it has, and longer since all five of us have been in one place. When was the last time...World War Two I think? Or was it 'Nam?" He grinned and motioned to the doorway with his glass. "And this time War didn't even stay long enough for a drink."

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Pestilence downed his other drink. Already the lonliness was feeling less present. Thank someone for alcohol. "Hmmm, pretty sure it was 'nam. Good times. Remember the napalm, Pollution? It was so cute the way you squealed as all the trees burst into flames." He resisted the urge to scruff up the young horseman's long white hair in a fatherly gesture. "You were still such a little bugger back then. And of course, you and I were already there before the war began, Schwartzy." He tipped his glass at the robed figure. The glass shook in hands that already felt the heady poisons entering his bloodstream. "And that goes without saying for you too, DEE."

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I AM EVERYWHERE intoned DEATH. He instantly regretted it, now was not the time to be egotistical, even if it was true. He took the glass the Pestilence gave him.

I HAD MY WORK CUT OUT FOR ME THAT TIME, he added, the memories coming back. Whether in the past or present, people always seemed to want to murder each other. It was truly insane, their lives were short enough anyway, but it seemed to amuse the other Horsepeople.

YOU'VER CERTINALY COME A LONG WAY, POLLUTION, said DEATH, turning towards him, remembering Pollution's grime covered face with his hands clapsed together in supreme happiness at some oil spill or litter on the street.

Cradling the glass in his bony hands and gulping it down, he said, LET US IMBIBE LARGE AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL.

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"I still like napalm," Pollution said with a dreamy smile, gazing into the drink that Pest had gotten for him. It was a horrid mix of too many different drinks and much too strong to drink. Pollution liked it already. "It wasn't that long ago..." He had never been little, really, like humans were. He was smaller, perhaps. In terms of presence. But a child!Pollution is a cute thought, isn't it?

Pollution turned his dreamy smile on Death and toasted him with his glass before downing it in a few gulps.

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Famine smiled at the memory, Pollution really had been adorable back then. Not that Famine didn't find him adorable now, but in an entirely different way. Without really thinking about it he wrapped an arm comfortably around Pollution's shoulders. Had he thought about it he might have been surprised at how natural it already felt, instead he just enjoyed having Pollution close.