It is can be drinkz tiem nao?

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

... so Near had been dragged off by one of those elf things for 'detention'. Matt snorted. This whole place was so damned weird - a school that had bars, but still handed out detention? The hell?

But they'd agreed to have a drink after the whole radio thing, so here Matt was. He lounged outside the door, smoking a cigarette and frowning. Matt wasn't sure what to think of the radio show. Near was, at the very least, a friendly acquaintance, and from the sound of things... well. What the hell had happened?

He'd find out soon enough, he figured.

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[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Oh, fuck that," Near muttered, and gave the glass a brief glance. Well whatever it was, it was clear. Hopefully that was a good sign? He poured it down his throat in one go, just like on TV...

...and bent double in a fit of coughing.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"I told you," Matt said, fighting not to snicker. He could still feel the alcohol burning his throat, but at least he was used to it.

[hcolleen.livejournal.com]

I choke on the liquor. "Shit, what is this, 180-190 proof?" The room swirls around me and I'm really warm. "Damn."

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"It is?"

That must be why he hadn't quite been able to stand up straight yet.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"You guys are such lightweights," Matt giggled. He hoisted himself back up to sit on the counter, taking another half-shot to emphasise his point.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Fuck. You." Still crouched from his coughing fit, Near grabbed Mello's leg and attempted to climb him.

[hcolleen.livejournal.com]

"Errr...." I've only had a couple of shots...what's my problem? "Hand!" I yelp as Near's hand gets dangerously close to grabbing me.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

Matt stared for a moment, then rubbed his head, kicking his heels off the side of the bar. "I'm sorry, but... that's just fucking weird, okay? No two ways about it."

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"You! You gave me that. Stuff." By that time he'd just about reached Mello's waist and was aiming a hand at his shoulder. "I don't want any more."

[hcolleen.livejournal.com]

I blink at Matt, trying not to yelp again as Near grabs parts of my body on his way up. "We should...home...bed...take him....yeah..."

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"You insisted you have a shot. I warned you." Matt sighed. Weren't they supposed to be playing Tekken? "You know we haven't even decided where we're staying yet, right, Mello? Near - whereabouts is your room?"

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Rroom? I had detention last night..." Finally (if unsteadily) on his feet again, he wrapped his arms around Mello's shoulders for balance. "Do I have a room?"

[hcolleen.livejournal.com]

I blink. "Where's the game? We could...use him ...a back rest...yeah!" I giggle at the idea. "We still....you lose to me!" I try to glare. "Why aren't you drunk?" I demand.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"Because I'm not. I dunno. I think I am a bit, I'm just not wasted like you guys." Matt snickered a little at Mello's suggestion. "I found a console and some games in some cupboard... we could drag all the stuff into my room, dump Near on the bed, and sit and play it in there?"

And - because there's no fun in being the only sober one - Matt grabbed the bottle and took a deep swig, enough to make him cough and splutter.

[hcolleen.livejournal.com]

Blearily, I smile at Matt. "Sounds...plan...yeah. Let's go!" I try to take a step and almost drop both of us to the ground. "Hand?" I ask.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"'kay," Matt said, slipping (somewhat unsteadily) off the counter, and sliding an arm under one of Near's shoulders, pulling him upright.

"It's over this way... down this corridor..." He guided them along, snickering and giggling as they crashed into various pieces of blue furniture. "Fuck, Near, you're totally wasted."

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"It's your fault. You gave me liquor. And tried to talk me out of seeing Mello. It's only nnnn. Natural."

[hcolleen.livejournal.com]

"Yeah...na...natural...so...shaddaup and kiss and shit..." I growl, trying to keep my feet.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"I warned you about the liquor! And --" Matt came to a sudden, potentially disastrous halt. "Wait, what? Who kiss what now?"

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"There's only three people here," Near pointed out. His eyes were wide and his gaze was unsteady. "That only gives us a few kiss possibilities. Maybe we should cover all our bases."

[hcolleen.livejournal.com]

I waver on my feet as we stop. "Yeah...good idea..." I move away to lean against a wall. "Have at..."

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"I thought you two were supposed to be doing all that." Matt didn't look very pleased.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Mello said," Near insisted. "But I'll go first then." He leaned against Mello with exaggerated caution, pressed his palms against the wall for balance, and gave him a slow, deliberate kiss.

[hcolleen.livejournal.com]

I moan softly. I'm just aware enough to know his kiss is submissive. Shit...at least I'm too smashed to react to him...down there...

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"For fuck's sake..." Matt leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. The room did feel kinda fuzzy... "Well, whenever it's 'my turn', let me know." He'd had enough drunken nights out with nerdy alternative types that the boy-on-boy thing didn't phase him.