<strong>~Andrew relaxing in the Den with Johnny~</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/Andrewmini.jpg)<br/></div><br/><br/>Andrew was no stranger to the Opium Dens. It was in one of these Dens that he met Johnny, although the memory of that meeting was very fuzzy - Not that his subsequent memories of this place were much clearer, though he wondered if he has simply gotten more used to it since; he had frequented this place much more since meeting Johnny. The important thing was that it had left enough of an impression that when the two had bumped into each other again at a literature group, Andrew had been able to pluck up enough courage to say 'hello' to the other man. Sprawled ungracefully, propped up by the red plush cushions, his smile was a bit dopey as he lazily watch the smoke curl around and around, making art from the air as he remembered those first terrifying meetings fondly.<br/><br/>He sighed deeply, boneless and floating, his breath stirring the silver-blue wisps, changing their dance from a sedate ballroom to something wild that made his breath catch for an instant. His skin was on fire where Johnny lay next to him, an inferno that we willingly fed his flesh to, each kiss and touch a welcome brand.<br/><br/>Fidgeting slightly, sluggishly, he was about to sit up for for water - or perhaps wine? - When Johnny passed him his pipe, to which Andrew grinned stupidly, accepting it and relaxing back again, taking a deep breath of this very different kind of fire. He sighed again, chuckling at the dancing smoke that span from his own lips, then laughed more when Johnny's wandering hands tickled him in their haphazard attempt to shed Andrew's rumpled clothes.<br/><strong><br/>“Be careful…”</strong><br/><br/>Johnny's voice filtered through to Andrew's mind and he wandered how something that seemed so distant could sound so loud. The words caught up with him then and he frowned. Be careful? Was something wrong?<br/><br/>A muffled thud sounded as someone stumbled outside their door, likely catching a foot on a cushion which frequently happened. Andrew startled limbs flailing and bolting upright and unbalancing Johnny as he did so, heart beat thundering and breathing fast. Be careful! They had to be careful, in case someone came through the door! Andrew would later dismiss the reason for his hands flying to catch Johnny's as he stared at the hazy door on the Opium and fear having a bad reaction together, and he did indeed feel somewhat queasy as he started to relax again, eyes still fixed on the door.