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Aryin took one last final swig of the Whiskey, effectively finishing off the bottle - he had definitely drunken more than Larry and was most certainly feeling the affects of the liquor swimming and warming his body like a red-hot furnace.  He couldn't stop staring at Larry, even if he tried - the man was damn adorable when he was drunk, and his own inebriation just made him damn horny; he would look his fill of Larry and hopefully have a few good dreams about the man because there couldn't possibly be a way that they would ever do more than this, right here, right now.

"Brave of me?  To what?  Kill a man...? I mean... Yeah... I saved my sister but... I still killed a guy... With my own hands..." Aryin was clearly very distraught over it, still, even fifteen years after the fact - He was, in fact, still haunted by that first kill; the nightmares were constant, especially after rough days on the job.

Aryin laughed along with Larry though, despite his slightly maudlin thoughts and obvious depressed faculties over his own sordid past "Can't take the helicopter... Doesn't belong to me... Wish it did..." He sighed quietly and swayed in his seat, biting on his bottom lip and closing his eyes; it was becoming very obvious that something was wrong with Aryin "I could... go anywhere yeah..." he nodded "But my family is here, and I still love them - despite what they do... or maybe in spite of what they do... I don't know anymore." he opened a single green eye to look at Larry.

Aryin saw Larry's immediate panic in the younger man's eyes, and for sure thought that he had just screwed himself out of a friend.  Aryin was mentally berating himself, waiting for the moment for Larry to walk away - head back upstairs; or maybe even hit him over the head with a bottle, leave him here bleeding out on the floor.  Which... if he thought about it, maybe he even deserved it, it wasn't like his life was going anywhere; but then, Larry was talking again - he was still here, and still talking; it shocked Aryin and made him sober up, just enough, to actually listen and participate in the conversation again.

"There is only one way to find out how nice I do look, in a uniform..." he saw Larry swaying and grasped a hand of the younger man, gently tugging him to sit down beside him on the barrel-stool that was beside him "I may not be wanted here in the house, but I am wanted... By my father and sister both; they are all I have in this world, and we promised not to break our family up any further than what my mom did when she died."

Aryin was very aware of the hand touching his muscles, and it was affecting him, just like the alcohol but perhaps this was a more intoxicating touch? Aryin felt his dressy-jeans getting stretched to their limit as his arousal grew; it was plainly obvious now, the bulge in his pants not at all a secret.  Aryin wanted too, very much, just strip his blue button-down shirt off and show Larry just how strong he was; he had to be in order to do his job properly - he would never be one of those fat cops who ate donuts and drank coffee.

"I could show you... just how strong I am... If you want?"