Scribbles and Drabbles

Returning Home 1

Vodka, sweat and more. Music pumped into Asher's veins and sent his body flying. A vaguely attractive body rubbed against him, and the two fell kissing into the taxi. Luckily the taxi driver was not more opposed to a gay couple falling about drunk on lust than if it had been a straight couple. Money and a helpful tip before stumbling, clutching to each other for balance as they headed to the guy's dorm room. Hands tugged at his belt and Asher obliged.

A few hours later, the afterglow had worn off, leaving Asher with a headache and some man he couldn't remember the name of snoring in his ear. By a miracle, it wasn't midnight yet. Not close because they had all started early. He had plenty of time to grab a drink and slip back to his own room.

His skin was sticky from sweat. This was the bit of a night out he did not enjoy. He got dressed in the dark easy, his talent letting him find his clothes fast enough. Low ability as it was, it was at times like these that it came in handy. Just a shame his other talents weren't as low grade as this one. And he learned more than he needed to about the man he had only slept with. His best friend knitted him a scarf. His mother washed his hoodie twice to try to get the smell of weed out of it; silly little tidbits that were irrelevant to him getting out of there face.

He closed the door behind him and wandered into the shared kitchenette area. The man didn't have any glasses he could find, but one of the other roommates was kind enough from the feel of her things. He drank the water and looked at his watch again. There was still another hour before the curfew.

Asher relaxed as he closed his eyes. He was tired. He flinched as his powers flooded in and sounds slammed against his brain like chalk down a blackboard. Another one of his 'talents'. This was useful on occasional but was usually more bother than it was worth. He had an ultra hearing. Luckily because it was one of his augmented abilities, he had some control over it. Less when he was tired or stressed, but in general, he could keep his hearing to an average level.

[Technolad, Saltdragon needs directions! Wake up!]

Asher sighed. It only took a few more moments to confirm someone wasn't playing a video game. It was a coordinator. From the names, it sounded like it was a coordinator for the Vipers. He ran a hand through his hair and debated whether to get involved or not.

"Come on, Ash. You knew coming back to this city would mean you'd bump into them all again. At least this is more on your terms," he scratched the back of his head. Four years prior, Asher had left the city. Just before everything big had gone down, in both the city itself and his troubles in life.

The espers had always been on the fringes of society, and this city was no different. Most of them fell into three categories; Civs, Rebels and Hired. Civs, civilians with talents who could blend in and lived healthy lives for the most, Rebels, those who used their powers to disrupt the lives of others and Hired, those who were hired by the police or the city to help deal with the other Espers. The Rebels were by far the biggest group and the most diverse as far as intentions went. Ash has been a Rebel by technically alone, and part of a group called the Corp. They were contracted by the Hired to do jobs they couldn't do due to regulations or possibly no one with a particular power. The Vipers were more like the Rebel namesake and did want they wanted without caring about the consequences or had.

A lot had changed, and Asher hadn't looked too much into the changes.

[Technolad!] screeched a voice over the radio.