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Who: Richard the Lionheart & Alexander the Great
What: Alex is drunk and homesick, and Richard is good company
When: Early Sunday morning
Where: Alex's place
Warnings: Language, Alex is drunk, IDK beyond that

Alexander knew he was feeling slightly sorry for himself. However, he was about two or three glasses of wine past caring about that. And Richard was coming over to keep him company, so that was something. He thought, briefly, about changing into jeans or something, but he wasn't going anywhere, and his pajama pants were comfortable, so he just pulled a hoodie on over his tank top.

He puttered around the living room, rinsing out the wine bottle and putting it in the bin he had for glass, keeping himself occupied while listening for the bell.

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"The memory remains if not the place. I have the same thing with my castle. It's just rubble, but not at the same time." He traced one hand along Alex' shoulder. "I know I can get to Cyprus, but Greece is different. I never went there. I'll give it a shot. Otherwise I'll wait in France. OR we find a middle ground."

"I'd honestly be surprised if any of the palace was still intact," Alexander said. "Though I hear they're uncovering bits and pieces of it. I know I'll be sneaking inside to have a look around. It's not trespassing, I used to live there."

"I like this plan," he agreed. "Cyprus is nice too, but really, the whole country is beautiful. Mountains and inlets, beaches, fields." A corner of his mouth tugged upward in a smile. "I sound ridiculous. In my defense, I have had a lot of wine."

He had to laugh to the comment, "Oh I'm sure that should you get arrested, it'll be something they haven't heard before. Remind me to try that one day."

"No just a bit homesick." He ruffled Alex' hair, "and more then a little adorable."

"Oh ye of little faith," he laughed. "I've picked up a few tricks to evade arrest over the centuries. Now, granted, they don't always work, but I'll have the home field advantage. When you grow up somewhere, you figure out all the hiding places."

He stuck out his tongue. "You say that now, but I'll turn up at work Monday, wearing sunglasses and clutching coffee like a lifeline. You watch."

"You should teach me some then," he released Alex and smirked, "unless you plan on using that, keep it away. And I think we've all done that. You can always call in too though. I'll cover for you."

Alexander grinned. "Something tells me they'll come in handy for you sooner or later."

He leaned over and stole a kiss before settling his head back on Richard's shoulder. "Naw," he said. "I'll be fine. I'm just glad it wasn't Dionysus' wine, that stuff will knock you flat before you know what hit you."

"Am I blaspheming if I'd say I like French wine more?" He'd never tried godly wine before, and he knew he was biased. It just felt strange to accept something from a god that wasn't his.

"Yes," he deadpanned. "It's horrible, terrible blasphemy. Though is it really, since they're not your gods?" He shrugged. "It's just really potent, god of drunkenness, and all that."

He nudged Alex at that, but gently considering Alex was drunk, and smiled. "Hey I'm the ignorant christian here. At least I'm not referring to you as a heathen." He smiled, "it feels odd to accept it. Hell, eight hundred and some years later and I'm still trying to get used to the other gods. And being able to meet them. Ironic, considering who my best friend is."

He poked Richard in the ribs, just once. "Eh, been called worse. And you're not ignorant, shh."

"Right?" he asked. "It's weird, knowing that the city's practically crawling with them. I've met some others, from traveling for so long, but to have such a high concentration in one place is strange."

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