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bakerstreet2015-03-12 12:24 am
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The Drunk Meme
1. Drinking Games. You're at that special level of drunkenness where previously unimagined things start to sound like a good idea, like another drink. It's cool, I know this great game that will inevitably end with everyone involved being totally wasted. You play until... shit, what were the rules again?
2. Unsolicited Advice. Oh man, you suddenly know the solutions to all of life's mysteries. All it took to figure it all out was half a pint of whiskey! It's time to tell all your friends how to fix the problems with their personal lives, whether they want you to or not.
3. Drunk Texting. Frankly, you can't IMAGINE why anyone wouldn't want to hear about how drunk you are right now. If only you could remember where the vowels are on this tiny keyboard. Drawing inspiration from TFLN is encouraged.
4. Tell them How You Really Feel. You lost some of your less important inhibitions three or four drinks ago, and it's time to tell it how it is! Time to hunt down the person you love, or possibly the person you hate, or even just the person you don't ACTUALLY despise, and bare your heart to them in a way that you'll almost definitely regret tomorrow morning.
5. Karaoke. Shot through the heart, and you're to blame! You give love... a bad... something...
6. Terrible Ideas. This is going to be so awesome, guys. I've got the skateboard, and I'm handcuffed to Steve... is the camera rolling? And who's lighting the fireworks?
7. Flirting. While all that booze may not have enhanced your charm, it certainly did wonders for your ego! Time to find all the hottest dudes and/or chicks in this place and make them swoon before your gin-powered charisma.
8. On the Streets. What better way to follow up a good bar run than by drunkenly wandering the streets in the middle of the night? There may be loud, embarrassing singing. There may be puking in the gutter. You may be completely lost, and not sure why that police officer is speaking Italian.
9. Take Me Home Tonight. Yeah, it's time to go home but you're not going alone, time to drag someone home for a hook up. Let's just hope you can get your body to agree or don't fall asleep first
10. The Next Day. All that you took with you from last night's adventures was a blur of jumbled, confusing memories, a lampshade with googly eyes drawn on it taped to your head, and a brutal hangover. What exactly happened here? And who's that sleeping next to you?
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After what might feel like forever, he spreads his fingers to peek out at the other with a single eye.]
Why would anyone believe that?!
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Face-wiping successfully accomplished, Sasuke blinks his eyes open to watch Naruto's inner struggle. Not that he can see much, all he can spot is a glowing red which Sasuke thinks is coming from Naruto's face behind his hands.]
Oi... Oi, Naruto...
[What's he doing? Sasuke keeps watching, eyebrows furrowed and a bit of a contemplative pout on his face, until Naruto finally peeks back out again and answers.]
What you mean? I'll just hold your hand in public and everyone'll know. People're probably thinking stuff already anyway.
[Totally matter-of-fact.]
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Ack! Sasuke is staring straight at him and all he wants to do is find a hole to crawl into and hide for as long as possible. Maybe then he can pretend none of this ever happened.
The words and tone that his best friend returns causes his hands to drop entirely away to reveal just how flushed he is.]
What makes you think it'll be that easy? [Grumble grumble.] They all know I have feelings for Sakura-chan.
[Wait, back up.]
Why would they be thinking it already?
[Someone has to tell him how all of the things he's gone through to get Sasuke back looks to other people.]
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Sasuke leans back and sags a little in his seat with a soft sigh. In some odd, roundabout way he's slightly impressed by the level of flushed Naruto has reached. Some vague thoughts about whether or not one can beat a record in blushing rolls around in his mind for a moment until he realizes how useless that would be and shrugs off the idea.
Sasuke, in contrast, rarely feels much embarrassment at all, and that's without alcohol in his system. Perhaps it's natural, for someone who cares so little of the opinons of others.]
You blockhead, you chase me across how many countries and for how many years, and you think people won't think stuff? That kinda determination isn't normal to begin with, and you do it for some traitor everyone wants dead. Who wouldn't wonder about your fucked up priorities and... y'know, reasons.
[He gestures vaguely, almost knocking Naruto's glass over in the process. Almost. He fumbles with steadying it again. Ew, the table is all sticky underneath. ...Well, whatever, moving on. Officially not his mess, Sasuke won't clean it either. Even if it's slightly tugging at a nerve or two in him.]
...Anyway, don't come with stupid ideas if you don't wanna follow through.
[Because never mind who steered said idea into weird territory.]
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The more Sasuke talks -- the more red his face gets until he feels like maybe it might just pop. With a groan, he lets his forehead bang on the table. Nope, not caring that his skin is sticking to it. Is that really how people see it? Why can't a guy not want to give up on his best friend -- on his first bond -- without others thinking weird shit like that?
His voice is mumbled against the wood.]
They just don't understand. They never really did.
[All of them grew up with families, had friends since they were tiny and people who cared for them. None of them can truly understand how Naruto felt when his very first bond started.
Naruto tilts his head just enough to look over at Sasuke.]
Would you even want to?
[Wait. That is not the question he meant to ask...]
I mean, I can't really picture you holding hands with anyone - and it is me we're talking about.
[CRAP! Not how that was supposed to go. Somehow his mouth has taken off without him -- spewing out words Naruto never meant to say.]
I never said you should choose me!
[Just sayin'.]
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Love in general has never been a point of focus to him. Despite opportunities lining themselves up, he had always let them pass him by. There's never been much room for it to begin with. There's always been other things in the way, too many wounds bleeding black and poisoning anything else he could have been.
Maybe that part of him had been locked away for too long, maybe it had never quite been there to begin with - he isn't too sure anymore.
For the first time since they'd started drinking, Sasuke actively wishes he hadn't drunk quite so much. His head spins, and his thoughts feel sluggish. It's cumbersome to try to think straight.
But does he even want to figure this out? The subject is like a knot in his chest that's been there for so long he's forgotten how it feels like to be without it. And this line of thought Naruto has started in him suddenly makes it tighten painfully, reminding him there's something there, that there's always been something there.
...
Yeah, no, he probably doesn't want to figure this out after all.
Sasuke ignores his glass and reaches directly for the bottle they're currently working on. He chugs a couple of mouthfuls, then puts it down again, hand still resting around the bottle neck.]
You were the only person I could think of, so what?
[Which probably means a whole lot, even if Sasuke thinks it won't sound that way. A tinge of frustration in his voice, he rubs at his eyes with his free hand.]
Who else d'you think I'd pick? There's no one.
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But he's just never seen his friend take in interest in someone like that; not the girls who used to swoon over him or anyone. Revenge had been the only real thing on Sasuke's mind. Time after time, the Uchiha had turned away from those who cared about him and even pushed them aside.
Even now that he was back, he hasn't shown much interest in finding someone to settle down with.
Actually, he's fairly certain that Sasuke spends a lot of his time with him. Would it work? Could they pretend that they were... dating and have everyone believe it? Whatever they pretended wouldn't be normal. They couldn't hold hands and do all that mushy stuff - it wouldn't be convincing.
Naruto ruffles his hair as if that's enough to shake loose these sudden thoughts. Clearly, he hasn't had enough to drink because he can't stop them.
The entire time Sasuke is considering it and drinking more (probably in an attempt to drown himself for the suggestion even being out there), Naruto watches him. Admittedly, his best friend wasn't unattractive - he'd always known that from the way girls fawned over him. His personality was irritating (some would say cool and aloof) but Naruto was used to that by now.
Suddenly the question shifts from would it work to would I be able to make it believable? There wasn't a doubt that Sasuke could make it work on his end as he didn't ruffle easily. Naruto was the one who tended to react obviously and overreact - especially when it came to the one sitting across from him now. Even if he knew it was coming, his reactions might give everything away.
But there really wasn't anyone else. Maybe he should find some significance in Sasuke's words other than that but he doesn't pick up on it.
Trying to think up a strategy to how this would work while under the influence just isn't working for him. So he should stop.
He doesn't bother trying to think up a wordy response and does what he what he's best at. Being unpredictable.
Naruto rises from his seat, knocking it over with a loud clatter and places one knee on the table. A hand goes down in the stickiness to support him as he leans over and grabs the front of Sasuke's shirt. Without any warning, he pulls on the other until they're close enough.
Then he proceeds to capture Sasuke's lips with his own. It's nothing like that one time they accidentally 'kissed'. This time it was completely intentional on his end even if the Uchiha is caught off-guard.
It has a hint of the alcohol they've been drinking and he's not sure if that's the reason that he isn't entirely horrified by what's happening. Naruto doesn't have the urge to back away as fast as possible. What he does instead is flick his tongue out to taste Sasuke a little more fully. He closes his eyes so that he can't see the punch that may or may not follow.]
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Sasuke is far from the indecisive type. He's used to knowing what he wants with clarity, and acting on it without worrying. But their lips touch, and he's still frozen, his mind a peculiar blank.
He lets go of the bottle he's still holding, leaving it precariously at the edge of the table without a second thought, and moves his hand to Naruto's chest, ready to push him away. But somehow, when it reaches its goal it doesn't push. It just hovers there, fingers digging into Naruto's shirt, hesitant.
It isn't until he feels the tip of Naruto's tongue nudge at his bottom lip that he finally snaps out of it. Something is stirring awake in his chest, something hot, enveloping, not unlike adrenaline, but not something Sasuke has a word for. Maybe it's partially the alcohol, maybe it's all him, he has no idea, and neither does he bother worrying about it.
Slightly belatedly, his lips part at the touch of Naruto's tongue, and he cups the back of Naruto's head with his free hand. His hold is firm, making a point of pushing them closer. He won't let Naruto pull away just yet. Even if he wants to, Sasuke won't make it easy. Lips move against lips, somewhat clumsily at first until he seems to find his bearings. Out of curiosity more than anythng else, Sasuke mirrors Naruto and pokes his tongue out, tasting, tracing Naruto's bottom lip.
The title of Number One Unpredictable Ninja isn't for naught, that's for sure. Sasuke isn't really thinking much at all at the moment, but somewhere in the back of his mind his brain is working on its own, trying to interpret this turn of events, and weighing what seems more likely; whether this is Naruto's idea of mocking him for even bringing up the notion of them together, if it's perhaps nothing but morbid curiosity, if it's simply the alcohol, or if Naruto... actually, truly just wanted to do it? No, that last one ends up at the bottom of his list of likely explanations, slightly above the possibility that aliens had implanted a chip in Naruto's brain that was affecting his behaviour. (As in, technically possible but stupidly unlikely, as far as he was concerned.)
His fingers would much rather stay in Naruto's hair, but after a few moments he lets go of the back of Naruto's head anyway. He leaves his other hand clutching the front of Naruto's shirt, but pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss to give Naruto a sharp, steely sort of glare.]
If this is your try at mocking me, it's not working for shit.
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To be honest, he's kind of expecting the whole thing to be a horrifying and traumatizing experience. Not to mention that he's bracing himself for the hit that's sure to happen.
Except it never comes. Instead, he feels a fist tightening in his jacket and can't be bothered to think of a reason why. Naruto also can't be bothered to explain the feeling that rises up in him when he isn't pushed away. Though that might not be the alcohol numbing his thoughts and more the fact that he doesn't want to think about it.
Suddenly the second kiss in his life (funny how the first was with the same person) isn't going how he thought it would. That slight taste of alcohol is no longer a taste, it feels like he's drowning but doesn't care to get to the surface. There's no denying the fact that now Naruto is wondering what a kiss with the other would taste like if there hadn't been so much alcohol beforehand.
Fingers card through his hair and it causes goosebumps to rise along the back of his neck. The touch is completely different from having other people ruffle his hair in a friendly manner or doing it to himself. It's foreign enough to be strange and slightly sensitive but yet pleasant enough to not want to pull away. What he does want is for Sasuke to keep going. Naruto will deny ever having made a soft, pleased sound at such a seemingly simple touch.
When something warm and slick touches his mouth, his heart leaps up into his chest. Despite the fact that they've been kissing for a while, the sudden realization hits that Sasuke is kissing him back. This is more than just lips touching clumsily like they aren't two people who confidently saved the world. This is Sasuke -- exploring what's happening. Naruto isn't an expert in this area. Both of them know how their first kiss went and even though he traveled with a pervy sage, that doesn't mean he actually knows what he's doing. It hardly matters considering Naruto's sure that his heart has stopped and he might not survive this one.
He isn't quite prepared when the kiss ends and the hand leaves his hair. For a moment, he just stares - not at all seeing that glare. His mind takes even longer to catch up to the fact that Sasuke said something.]
I just... [Can't even think straight or really form words. Either way there's no sign of mocking in his expression, his eyes say that he's completely serious. If he wasn't serious before - he is now. Once again, his face is turning bright red.] That wasn't terrible.