Out of the Hole{Ishtar and I <PRIVATE>}

[Cyan]

"See, I don't even know what oncology is. Hell, I don't even know what resteraunt is good, because I've never been to one." He half-sighed half-giggled. Anybody could see that he lived off of 6-a-dollar noodles and salads in his figure. He was thin, but not starving thin. A little meat under the fur; but not much.

[Ishtar]

"I treat cancer paitents." Thomas said, a hint of sadness entering his voice. "I try to anyways, we can only do so much, the rest falls down to the paitent." He gave Devon a once over when he heard the sigh/giggle. "Tell ya what. How's steak sound?" He asked then said, "What do you do Devon?"

[Cyan]

"I play this guitar. I could've been an engineer, but I said no. Money, power, and popularity polute. I play a few covers, get a couple hundred and live hand to mouth in a crappy apartment. It could be worse, I guess." He explained solemnly and slightly fidgetted.

[Ishtar]

"Oh..." Thomas said softly, followed by an awkward pause. He focussed on the road ahead of him. "What kind of music do you play?" he asked, then said, "And you never answered my questions, ya okay with red meat?"

[Cyan]

"Yes." He said quietly, before continuing. "Rock and alternative. It's what I like, so it's what I play." He cracked his neck gently, "of course your job helps more people." He giggled.

[Ishtar]

Thomas smiled, enjoying the sound of Devon's giggling. "True, but so does yours. Your job probably helps more than mine does, seeing as I bet the world would be a pretty boring place without music. Hell, when I'm operation on someone I usually have music playing." He turned his head a bit, grinning at Devon, "Thanks to people like you I'm able to stay focussed." He drove around looking for the steakhouse he had been told about...not remember this part of town that well, he turned in the direction he thought it was.

[Cyan]

"Eh... I guess. But the world would be worse without most people. Besides, I only play music already written. You don't need much talent to do that." He said, looking at Thomas. "Of course, with operating you need a smart man, not just a dumb whore who can play music, like me." He sighed at the last part.

[Ishtar]

Thomas raised an eyebrow, "It still takes talent to play an instrument. I may be able to cut people open but when I've tried playing guitar or something like that it's as if I'm trying to kill the poor song. Why are you a whore?" he asked, a bit confused.

[Cyan]

"I've been played like a game so many times and kept falling for users." Devon's ears sank as he spoke. He growled suddenly. "But I am not so easily beaten." He sighed, backing up onto the seat. Why he was telling a stranger about his sexlife, he didn't know. "Kinda ironic my last name is Purity in Dutch, ain't it?"

[Ishtar]

(I offcially know one dutch word now. ^.^ Seeing as I just went back to look at that.)

"We all have trials we must face I think. Finding a mate is difficult, you shouldn't blame yourself. I'm sure you'll find that special someone." He patted Devon on the shoulder, trying to comfort him. He came upon a street who's name he didn't recognize. "Shit..." he muttered. "I'm pretty sure I'm lost..."

[Cyan]

Devon murred softly at the pat and blushed, looking away. "Uh...." He pointed out a corner. "Go around this one and if you follow the street, it'll take you back to a main street." He instructed.

[Ishtar]

"Alright" Thomas said, looking at the clock. It was getting close to closing at most restraunts, but he did say he'd get Devon a meal. "Hey, it's getting a bit late to go out and find a place that would serve us. If you wanted you could come back to my place and I'll fix us some steak. I know that I have some in the freezer somewhere. I'm no chef, but food is food." He smiled and sighed a bit with relief when he started to recogize street names and buildings. He really didn't like getting lost, rather, he didn't like not knowing where he was.

[Cyan]

"That'd be good, I'm sure you could cook better than you say you can." he laughed, looking towards Thomas with a small beam in his eyes. He was a good man, Devon could tell. Modesty, generousity, it was all there. His tail flailed slowly and almost lazily behind him. He looked out the window almost drowsily, the rain falling onto the window slowly. The tapping nose soothed Devon's mind gently, his eyes drooping before they widened again by force.

[Ishtar]

Thomas turned on his wipers to their highest setting and said to Devon, "I'm not too sure about that," he laughed and smiled at him, "If your tired it's about 20 minutes to my house. I'll wake you when we get there...I live in the country just outside the city. I may work in it, but I would never want to live here. You can't see the stars." He laughed again, almost to himself, "Of course in a tempest like this you can't see em anyways."

[Cyan]

"Mmm.. Thanks...." Devon murred out, falling asleep in front of Thomas. He layed on his side, tail wrapped around his waist again and ears up, perked slightly as he silently slept. Under the seatbelt, his guitar now to the side of his legs and his legs close together, he faced Thomas. His eyes closed peacefully and he slept in a somewhat odd position because of the seat belt, and guitar which had fallen to the side of the centre console.