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Who: 1 cup Clive, 1 cup Chase, and 1/4 teaspoon Victor. Mix with wooden spoon.
When: Bake for approx 1 hour in Recreational Oven or until golden brown.
Where: Let sit on circulation desk.
What: Enjoy after cooled.
Rating: A family treat.

{ Closed! =D }



With all things considered, Clive... well, considered to himself, the place was miserably dull without all the miserably tedious work that often pestered his ability to think-- or lack thereof-- to get back into motion. By contrast, however, as the young man flipped mindlessly through the nameless book laid out before him on the wooden desk, the rather lacking number of motivated inmates appealed to his own lazybones' attitude. Although with all things considered, he reminded himself with a sluggish blink, he was flatout bored.

To Clive's further misfortune and woe there was the damnable reference librarian, his shoulder-length hair bound by an idiopathic tie as the older man sat reclined comfortably into his leather office chair, calmly reading a novel after plowing through a jumble of paperwork and recommendations. It was irritating to be neglected for the past hour or so. And the fact that Clive's only comrade in such a place could not handle the notion of sharing close proximities with convicted felons left him in a temperamental state.

And a bored one.

He sighed loudly.

And that, of course, earned himself no response save for the dangerous slanting of his smoldering cigarette. His elbows stood bowlegged atop the face of his desk, palms pressing into his cheeks as he idly crossed his eyes to watch the frail columns of smoke that swirled shamelessly to touch the air around him. Ashes drizzled on his open book.

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Now where in the hell could I disappear to to avoid all these loudmouthed assholes?

That was Chase's only concern at the moment, his pace quickened some, feeling a bit claustrophobic.

Better fucking get used to it...Sharing that tiny cell with another person...For the rest of my life. Ugh.

It was best to leave those thoughts behind, a flicker of a notion directing him towards the library. Even going so far as to plea to a God who had most probably shunned him ages ago that the area would be desolate, it seemed either luck or good graces had sought him out, entering unto silence.

It's a blasted library; is it supposed to be nothin' but chaos?

Ridiculing himself, the brunette did seek to remind himself it was a prison, and in being one, all the rules seemed to commit to a one-eighty of sorts. Deviating away from the desk he presumed was designated for prisoners to make their presence known, Chase slid to a nearby table, vacant as all the rest, slipping to a seat that kept the brunette's back to the wall and hard gaze towards aforementioned desk. Noticing the brunette seated there, Chase kept his indigo eyes lowered, reaching soundlessly for the rectangular pack at his bosom.

Hopefully he's not all anal about prisoners signing in...I'd rather not be reminded I'm scum in their eyes.

What gave them the right to judge, afterall? Had they ever been faced with the hardships and struggles of the prisoners at large? Not one to complain, the brunette just assumed it to be how things went and left his semi-aroused bitterness to dwindle into nothing once more. It was really that simple; nothing more, nothing less. Withdrawing one of few remaining cylinders, avoiding the half one for a more desperate time, he lit it without regard, exhaling a large cloud of smoke, left to linger stagnantly above the brunette's skull due to the poor circulation of air within the library.

If I didn't want attention, I probably shouldn't have lit one...To hell with it. They don't like it, well, guess that's their beef, huh?

A wry smile edged onto Chase's countenance, yet akin to a ghost, it disappeared into thin air a second thereafter. Much unlike the cloud, merely added to as the brunette proceeded to inhale and exhale, lighter replace several hits beforehand.

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However, the prisoner's unexpected entrance had gone unnoticed at first as Clive continued to goggle at his cigarette butt, distantly wondering how long it would take to transmit his boredom onto the unsuspecting tobacco stick.

He was unrelenting. The inferior cigarette cowered before his cockeyed gaze, shedding ashen tears onto his forgotten hardcover book. Nooo, Master, stooop! sobbed the pitiful falsetto in his mind. I'll be good little fag and free you of your boredom and insanity!

The brunet chortled with ill intent. Nooo!

It was only natural then that the assistant nearly started out of his seat upon the rude clicking of a lighter, his dying cigarette spiralling to its doom upon the circulation desk. He made an effort to uncross his eyes.

"No smoking in the library," Clive griped, ignoring the snort that echoed from the reference desk. How dare this.. this criminal interrupt his escape from boredom by doing something interesting.

In spite, he picked up his cigarette, inhaled, and blew smoke in the stranger's direction.

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Decisively having crossed slender legs, reclining comfortably into the less-than-comfortable back on the regulation chair, Chase puffed out a trailing exhale with a sigh, uncaring as ashes dwindled soundlessly to the tile flooring below. The brunette appeared to be even relaxing, an uncommon occurrence since prison walls had been keeping him. Eyes could almost shut completely...Could almost taste the slumber that wouldn't reach him at times more opportune...

Snapping back into reality at the complaint, small form more rigid than before, peeved sapphires icily struck the culprit, barely catching the sound the other librarian had emitted. Though disinclined to waste one of few smokes left, the brunette watched the man at the circulation desk, the sight of his own cigarette quickly discovered.

Stupid sonnuva..

Though rather than grow more irrate than Chase already was, a curt, gruff voice was offered. "Really now?"

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Strangely unaffected by his earlier superstitions, Clive subconsciously attributed them to the former presence of his skittish friend. Besides, this guy was short. And it was his library. The lanky man rose stiffly to his feet, ill-humored.

"This is my library." Another ignored snort. "I'll fuck up my own air if I feel like it."

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The brunette had started rather badly, though calmed down once comprehending the true situation at hand. Sure, newcomers, they get bruised up pretty badly by the guards and other regulators. Even Chase, relatively quiet and aloof, had had his share of beatings.

Government official brutality...Don't I know it.

Apathy marked the brunette's roughened countenance, even as the opposing man gained his footing. Cobalt orbs kept themselves watchful, retaliating against the young brunette's words by intaking another lengthy drag, holding it, and only relinquishing his grip upon it once dizzied by the noxious gas.

Though as disinclined to rudeness as Chase was, especially now that the beginnings of conversation had been established, Chase's anti-social tendencies upheld, merely offering his asymmetrical gaze.

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That bastard nearly fell asleep on him! Clive gaped angrily, his nerves already frazzled by the contemptuous amount of mental abuse he'd had to swallow the whole of this abominable (not to mention boring) day for having been trapped within this hellish crypt of artifical light and dictionaries that ranked of coitus. By God he sold his soul to the devil for this place and dare this bastard fall asleep on him?

Oh, the title of a librarian's bitch he could tolerate! But this!

Glaring white-hot daggers, Clive gnashed the filter of his cigarette between his teeth and jostled the short swinging door out of his way before marching to the sitting man.

"Oh, why thank you so much for your cooperation," he proclaimed with a strained grin, his hand deftly reaching over to pluck the cigarette from his mouth.

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Apathy remained despite being aware of the other man's frazzled exterior; though a brief hint of a half-smirk crooked up one side of Chase's countenance, yet in a flash had it disappeared, just as the first time. Alert to the approaching librarian, a thinned brow arched as though in suspension, though its faux nature was rather assured.

Prepared for such a sneaky attempt to regain superiority, nimble digits saved the victimized cylinder, though not without popping the cherry and having it sizzle briefly across the flesh of Chase's hand. Hissing in dissatisfaction, the brunette flung the smoldering bit of cigarette to the floor, only to smash it thoroughly with shoe's toe.

Needless to say, Chase was displeased, eyeing the reddened spot, showing promise of a blister. Indigo eyes uplifted, glaring, though sought to keep the remaining part of that precious stick from harm. "Guess you got what you wanted."

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Clive met his gaze fairly evenly, silently noting that yes, he did indeed win. However, it was a petty win. A win that spoke of acknowledgement and concession. A win of ulterior motives. It was, to put it mildly, boring.

Clive had had enough of boring.

The taller shifted his weight after a moment, crossing his arms indignantly over his chest, visibly relaxing as he stared down at the gruff lump of a man. Contemplative.

"I bet I could catch cancer faster than you can," he challenged obscurely then, lifting his brows with a smidgen of his returning personality, albeit somewhat forced.

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Though Chase kept sapphires locked upon the looming figure, he'd chosen to lift the assaulted hand, offering a rather crude and lengthy lick to the heated region, pulsating softly as though in warning.

Though not feeling all too defeated, the brunette was, too, contemplating. Ironically enough, it corresponded with the sporadic inquiry, though not quite so drastically.

Despite its queer arrival, the attempt at provocation intrigued Chase; though ready to stand up to such a challenge, he sullenly recalled that his reserves were dwindling. "I'm betting your right. Only 'cause I'm running low on cigs and I haven't found my supplier yet."

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Something along the lines of nasty fuck tumbled through Clive's mind as he openly observed the sordid gesture, his lips twitching thinly into a disgusted smirk. Though the man's trailing statement managed to pique what remained of his diverted attention.

"Nonsense," Clive rebuked then for the sake of dispute, abruptly dropping a hand to plunder his trousers' pocket, retrieving a fresh pack. He waved the flimsy box before the other's sharp eyes. "A contest, a binge," he explained curtly, undeterred by monetary concerns and the like. "I win and you stay the fuck out of my library, find yourself another spot to sulk in. But you, you don't manage to fuck your lungs over then you've just found your supplier."

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(I'm going to correct my typos before I reply =D *irate and *you're)

Chase maneuvered diligent digits, retrieving rectangular lighter, about to relight the remaining part of the cylinder that had unintentionally assaulted him.

Though pausing in movement upon sight of a brand new box of those wonderful nicotine sticks, the brunette still sought to light the stick he'd placed back between lips, inhaling deeply before puffing out the toxic cloud above his own skull.

Rather than replacing the lighter, however, Chase placed it upon the tabletop, offering a wry smirk towards the librarian. It was difficult to hide the fact that amusement had broken through the brunette's tough exterior, terribly pleased by the idea of a bet; however, moreso by the notion of having located his supplier.

"Alright." Came the curt, gruff voice once more, though an uncharacteristically amiable show was offered, a hand extended towards the librarian, seeking to seal the deal with a friendly shake of hands.

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( My typos are somewhere. -Lazy.- >D )

Self-assured eyes glossed over the peaceful gesture, shifting to regard the other man, the beginings of a smirk gracing the taller's curled lips. Clive slapped the cigarette pack into the open palm and wrapped spry fingers around the backside of his hand, bordering inappropriate as he pumped once, twice, and dismissed the mediocre treaty.

He gave a roguish grin and motioned him along back towards the circulation desk. "C'mon. My stash is getting impatient," he encouraged, fingers twitching.

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Of course, the last time such a gesture had been put forth by Chase, it was for a reason far less trivial, in times far different. Though further intrigued by the way the taller brunette reciprocated such, Chase kept his grip rather lax, if solely for prevention of crushing those ever so crucial sticks.

Far more crucial now...If this kid and I are to see through this bet...

Rolling over the box several times within palm, the brunette tipped skull in recognition of the librarian's ushering, pushing himself to gain his footing and trail after the taller individual. Though almost mechanically did Chase move to catch up, placing person to the side of the opposing man, following the etiquette he'd honestly learned the hard way. Though it wasn't as though the brunette didn't trust himself; certainly, that would be ludicrous, right?

S'the damnable system I don't trust...And the sheep that conform to it.

Realizing the cylinder hanging from careless lips was just about down to the filter, Chase dropped and crushed such into the floor, noting that blame for poor manners wasn't to be shot in his direction.

Not my problem if they don't keep ashtrays available, anyhow.

Pausing once the circulation desk had been reached, sapphires observed the other man carefully, thumbing thoughtfully at the rectangular box still in his hand.

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"And just so that we're not basking in each other's company all day," Clive observed, smoothly rounding the circulation desk to unearth the rest of his provisions for the day, momentarily ducking out of view before reemerging with a couple more packs. They were strewn over the desk's with a careless flick, skidding easily in their mint condition across the surface.

"Two packs," he continued, holding up a pair of fingers for demonstration lest the other lacked the ability to count. It wouldn't be surprising, really. "One each. There's twenty per pack. I could get more if needed." He smirked. "Ready?"

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Certainly Chase would have been prepared to begin, had it not become aware to him that the brunette had carelessly left the lighter upon the table. Flashing foredigit as though to purchase Chase a moment, he swivelled upon his heel to retrieve the forgotten, yet very necessary, tool in such a contest.

Upon returning, Chase nodded, awaiting for a final sign to be shown before advancing into the pack stil loosely gripped.

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With a curious glance to Chase's actions, Clive fished his own silver lighter from his pocket, his other hand grappling for one of the cigarette packs. Its plastic seal was jiggled off, falling away uselessly and adding to the littered state of the tiled floor. His excitement didn't bother himself with the worry.

Though a cigarette was brought to his lips calmly enough as he flashed a relatively playful glance to the other man, pausing momentarily to struggle with his abused lighter. It sparked a flame after several tries and the librarian returned his gaze to the other brunet, waiting to synchronize their movements.

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Though it seemed that signal would not be verbalized, the sight was enough for Chase. Nimble digits removed the cellophane, popping back the top thereafter, and removing the front part of silver paper that prevented a new pack from being ravished by greedy fingers. Retrieving a single cylinder, the brunette placed it betwixt lips, dropping the pack onto the nearest surface with the opened end facing towards Chase before moving to swiftly light the appropriate end.

Another simple nod and they were off.

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Smoke immediately plunged into Clive's lungs as, oddly enough, memory of the first drag, the lighter, the caustic taste on his tongue fled entirely from his mind. His lungs, however, would never forgive him. And had it not been for his well-founded determination, his illegal practice sessions as a child, and perhaps his own derangement, the nicotine rush was enough to rip sensation from his throat.

The lit end kindled an angry red for a long moment before he exhaled a flurry of clouded, used air, only to dive back into the buzzing frenzy, enthusiastic about the triumph that lay ahead.

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The first drag would always come the most naturally to Chase, diligent with the length of such, causing the brunette to be able to ash a hefty bit of cigarette with his exhale alone. Though not having taken the time to enjoy and allow it to linger within those heavily abused pair of organs, Chase dove right at it again, concentration fixed, long inhales and rushed exhales marking his wake.

Sure, the brunette was already growing dizzied, much more fond of the casual way about things. Yet there wasn't time for that; there never was time to enjoy the taste, the sensation, the mild tingle that would show when one smoked more slowly in the career he'd chosen. So Chase forced himself to recall those times and certainly enough, cut down his average time from five minutes to two.

Being left breathless was a mild discomfort for the achievement, tossing the butt, squishing it to the floor, and snatching another cylinder simultaneously; seeking to light it, the brunette started in on it in the same fashion. The dizziness he could take; it was the inevitable nausea Chase wasn't particularly looking forward to.

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Falling only seconds behind in the dash for more tobacco, Clive tossed his finished cigarette carelessly over his shoulder, earning him the precious time that would have cost him to put it out like any responsible human being.

His spastic lighter blessed him with the prodigious gift of cooperation, spitting orange and blue flame on the first attempt as he welcomed the return of the thick smoke. Though as competition began to grow hazy, casting purling shadows of giddiness upon their little setting, Clive eyeballed his unkempt opponent over the arm's distance of the circulation desk.

Clive took a swift moment to exhale smoke in his face.

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Sure, the exhale of smoke towards Chase's face caught the brunette's attention; though having expected as much from his opponent, Chase simply flashed a grin, though barely missing a beat. Quick to catch that moment back, the brunette saw the end of this second stick coming, too.

The same ritual was had as before (stamp out, retrieve, light) and he was going on a third. After three repeats of the 'inhale, exhale' process was when the nausea threatened to strike. Though it was a distant danger, Chase decided, pushing the limits he saw as clear as if lines had been placed out neatly for him.

Concentration had wholeheartedly returned to this race, certain that if another distraction burst to be known, Chase would be able to disregard it entirely, alert as ever.

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The inmate's offhanded comeback tickled a raspy chuckle from Clive, appealing to his better nature. However, mindful of their ongoing rivalry, he nevertheless spared a few brief seconds to stub out his dying cigarette onto the desk and flick it at the other's face.

Number three was in easy reach and was, surprisingly enough, just as easy to light for the second time that evening. The young man struggled to catch up, puffing and gasping and warding off the need for the pure form of oxygen, undiluted and free of this clumping haze.

Forcing his mind to train on the prize, Clive fought with his body and followed the persistent succession to Cigarette Number Four.

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Catching the chuckle in stride, Chase suspected that more foul play might follow the first attempt, though caught only movement before the soft, semi-smashed filter struck him. The only reaction that came from the brunette was that for a moment, eyes were symmetrical as a soft, automatic flinch was produced. Pace was thankfully maintained, perhaps a minor pause, but nothing too extensive. In fact, a bit of playful spite was drawn on as Chase pressed along the borders of his limits, if only to finish his third cigarette at record speed.

This allotted time for a gruff chuckle as he again went through the 'stamp out, retrieve, light' sequence, now upon that fourth cylinder. Though lungs secretly hissed in protest to such unfavourable abuse, having mostly kept silent throughout the years, even to Chase's own ears, a wave of nausea struck him.

Grimacing slightly, the brunette swallowed it down forcibly, refusing to slow his pace at this point.

If I place myself into a comfortable lead, maybe the twerp'll give up. That oughta teach him.

Such a notion brought a grin to his face, determination fueled by such, feeling stable enough to bite back the waves of nausea as they might strike.

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Clive's face was being disagreeable; it contorted unwillingly into a gagging expression, throwing him off for a bit before his obstinance loudly retorted with more of that acrid smoke. Take it like a man, Health!

He could still see, after all, he rationalized as he sucked out the life of his fourth joint. Number Five was glaring at him. And his lighter was its new partner.

The assistant spat a husky curse, "Fucking fuck!" Though fortunately he managed to seduce his lighter back onto his side of things and continue destroying his growling lungs. His pace was severely compromised, though he speedily sought to regain ground, whiffing fervidly in the grim face of sickness.

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Fourth had been tossed and five Chase was partially through, amused at the librarian's difficulties. About to offer the aid of the brunette's own lighter, it became clearly unnecessary, the notion dropped thereafter.

Though his facade was, perhaps, a bit more fierce, Chase's bosom ached terribly, wailing pathetically for this abuse to cease at once.

I wonder if I win if I'm gonna even WANNA look at another cigarette again after this...

Grinning at that, Chase discovered humour was the key in keeping him distracted from the sacrifices made and motivated to pursue the winning place of this challenge. Fifth cylinder was finished off, a sixth retrieved; though there was a noticeable falter as the brunette lit the proper end. Perhaps it was that the first drag wasn't nearly so long; maybe it was the convulsion that nearly caused him to cough, swallowed down instead for the sake of face as Chase blindly continued.

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Either way, Clive was heedless of the prisoner's subtle misery, much too preoccupied with the anguish that bled from his lungs. What was his goal again?

To win. Right. Contented with that nonsensical thought, the librarian inhaled a bit too deeply, allowing his overconfidence to rear its ugly head.

Instead, he got whiplash.

His eyes spun for a moment, unfocusing amid his blanched countenance. However, after a pause to recollect himself, he gave a croaking cough and raised the stick dubiously back to his lips.

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Readjusting his own pace to a slightly slower one aided Chase gloriously; certainly he wasn't embarrassed to admit the brunette had bitten off a little more than he could chew.

This'll definitely keep me ahead in the long run...

Reinforced by such a thought, Chase finished off the sixth cigarette, taking the defeat of adding a minute to his previous pace. Though tackling the seventh as if there were no tomorrow, the brunette only dwindled back to the slower pace once only have of the seventh cylinder remained.

Though urges to cough became more violent, Chase battled them off by clearing his throat every so often. Lightheadedness was not just a trailing notion anymore, the brunette had begun to realize; it had became akin to that of a perpetual state of vertigo.

Fucking...Fucking...Fuck...

A hand suddenly lurched forward, catching himself against the circulation desk, though as stubborn as ever, Chase proceeded on amidst the contest that was now borderlining insanity for them both.

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Jittery, Clive jumped as the desk jerked beneath the other man's added weight. What the hell what that? he thought stupidly, the mechanical movements of his wrist slowing at a pace that was easily discernable. Oh, how his windpipe hated him so.

The vertigo spells were regrettably shared-- they pounded down with a menace. So hard, in fact, a rather pretty, tenebrous blanket began seeping in at the corners of his rolling eyes.

Air deprivation is bad, fluttered his trailing thought as Number Five toppled from his hand. He followed suit, crumpling to the ground with a heavy thump.

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Seventh stick was smoldering on its own at this point, eyelids squished tightly upon one another, this everlasting vertigo relentless, uncaring.

Goddamnit...Nicotine, y'bitch. Slimy, scaly, bitch.

Though distinctly catching the noise of a body hitting the hard surface that is the floor, Chase forced eyelids to part, indigo gaze seeing the doubled vision of the lain librarian. "Oh shit..."

Tone was gruff, but if there was a hint of amusement in there, the brunette was quickly given his dose of karma, whether or not Chase believed in such being obsolete.

The cylinder he held, too, plummeted to the floor; and as with the other man, Chase's body gave a final jerk before it, too, met the ground with a painful thump.

Gasping for air that wasn't toxic nor nicotine-filled, the brunette remained concious, though feared that the same luxury had not been given to the opposing individual.

Goddamn...I end up in here for another life sentence thanks to that sonnuva bitch, I'll be taking him up on it in hell...

Rather pleased by the notion, even if it meant he'd still have to locate a supplier, Chase chanced a low bout of laughter, coughing violently amidst such and curling feebly into a half-circle on his side.