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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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[And neither did Ryoji, but every time Kida had one, he decided maybe he'd have one too. He was a little thirsty. And dizzy... maybe another drink would help that.

Or just cause Ryoji to almost fall off his chair.]

W-Woah...

[He just manages to steady himself, and once he's out of danger... he just starts giggling. Why is he even laughing? Something is just really funny, he just doesn't know what.]

[Well, if Ryoji is laughing, you can bet that Masaomi is laughing with him. And at him. But mostly with him. He'll make a grab for him when he almost falls, but... let's face it, he'll miss.]

C-... [The rest of what he wants to say disappears in a laugh. Let him try again.] Careful!

[Have an arm around you to keep you safe, Ryoji~!]

[Oh, how nice of Masaomi! Ryoji does feel safe. And red in the face. But let's just try to ignore that in favor of laughing more.]

What did we driiiink? It was good... but...

[Ryoji scrunches up his face in concentration, looking prepared to share a very important tidbit of wisdom...

And then he just shrugs and leans against Masaomi.]

You're really comfy.

I dunno... Something good.

[That much, they can agree on. It's probably the scientific name for it: "Something Good".]

Ah...

[Watch him attempt to pick up one of the empty cans, only to fail and have to try again. Twice. When he succeeds, he'll try to read the contents, although... it's sort of hard to focus.]

There's coke and... Malibu? That's not so drunk, right?

[Yes, 'drunk' is totally the word he's looking for. Nevermind how many of those cans he finished, either.

But yay, Ryoji leaning against him, and Masaomi will lean back a bit, closing his eyes. It doesn't stop the world from spinning, but it feels kind of nice anyway.]

Mmm... You too.

[He may be nuzzling Ryoji's hair a little.]

Huuuuh? That doesn't sound that drunk... Isn't Malibu a place?

[Ryoji tries to think about it, but oh, Masaomi's nuzzling his hair now, and that's really nice... what was he thinking about before? Does it matter? What does matter in the world?

Well, not much, huh? Besides... having people close to you, like Masaomi. He knows he was already rejected, and he knows he just likes being friends with Masaomi, but for some reason, Ryoji's not thinking rationally about all that. No, not rationally at all, judging from how he looks up at Kida and clumsily plants a kiss on his cheek.]

We drank a place?

[There's about two second where Masaomi just stares blankly at that idea. He almost looks shocked. And then he bursts out laughing, because how do you even drink a place that's insane!

Still clinging to Ryoji, because mmm, yes. He's sort of warm and soft.

And then the kiss, and Masaomi doesn't really know what to do. It seems like he should do something. Protest, maybe, but he honestly doesn't feel offended (or whatever he's supposed to feel) enough for that.]

[Ryoji pulls away with a giggle.]

I guess we did!

[Oh, but uh, Masaomi actually doesn't seem angry about the kiss, does he? Weird. Now Ryoji really wants to try it again.]

[Nope, definitely not angry. Maybe not excited, or turned on, or any of those things Masaomi suspects he should feel at being kissed, but... it's sort of nice. Just -...

Yeah. Nice.

So obviously he's going to try it himself, now, giving Ryoji a quick peck on the cheek. Or... the general cheek area. His aim may be a bit off.]

[Ryoji's eyes widen, cheek warming with embarrassment as he's kissed. Well, that certainly wasn't what he expected to happen next! He almost stumbles after Masaomi pulls away. He was feeling dizzy before, and Masaomi's touch just made his head spin even more. When he does regain his balance, he shifts around so he's facing the other boy, though he does fall over again, both hands clutching at Kida's sweatshirt.]

H-Hey... You know, I really really like you.

[Whoa, there's a Ryoji hanging from his sweatshirt! Heavy! And not in the hippie way, either. It's kind of hard for Masaomi to keep his balance anyway, and the only way he manages now is to lean on either side of Ryoji's seat.

It puts him kind of close. He notes this, but can't seem to decide whether it's good or bad.]

I knowwww I know-I-know-I-know. I like you, too.

[Ryoji just shakes his head rapidly, far more than he needs to.]

No, Kida-kun. I like you like you. Like more than the regular kind of like. It's the kind of like that... makes me want to kiss you again. A lot. And in bed.

[He's... not being very coherent. Maybe Kida won't understand what he's getting at. The future sober Ryoji would appreciate that very much if it was the case.]

In b-bed?

[Oh great, now he's got the hiccups. Where did that even come from? It's hard enough forming a coherent sentence without being constantly interrupted by his own hiccups.]

Like the time... Naked?

[Ryoji nods quickly, and then buries his face in his scarf, the embarrassment of what he said just now catching up to him. Oh god, what was he even thinking?]

I-It doesn't have to be naked! But um... kinda like that time.

[And once again, Masaomi feels like there's a reason to protest, but he can't put his finger on it. The thing is, making out on any level feels good, and of course he wants that. The main reason why he'd normally refuse is because he knows Ryoji is into him in a way he doesn't think he can return, and he doesn't want to hurt Ryoji's feelings.

But now he's drunk, and making out would be nice, so why not, right? There's little in the ways of shoulds and shouldn'ts right now, just dos and don'ts - and those are a lot easier.]

... OK!

Huh? You're okay with it? I didn't think...

[Ryoji's too surprised to really protest, and too happy to hold himself back. In an instant, he's wrapped both arms around Masaomi's waist, pulling the other boy as close as possible without causing Kida to fall off of his chair.]

[See? That's nice, right? Being held. Being wanted. That's lovely. And Masaomi will feel like a dick no pun intended when he sobers up, but right now? He's feeling good. And that's rare enough that he wants to enjoy it. With a happy sigh, he wraps his arms around Ryoji in return.]

Mmmm... Just this, though. Just bed.

Hm? Just sleeping? Or more than that?

[Please let it be more than that. Ryoji couldn't bear just staying in the bed with Masaomi and not doing anything. Of course, if he was sober, he'd be more than happy to leave it there, but drunk Ryoji is unfortunately a hundred times more forward and flirtatious than normal.]

Not sleeping! [Pffft, silly Ryoji.] Boring... I'm not tired.

[Well. You could argue about the veracity of that statement, but.]

Then what do you wanna do~?

[Ryoji snuggles closer, taking one hand and moving it along Kida's jaw.]

Mmmmm...

[Yes - see? This is lovely.]

Kiss.

[He likes that. He likes kissing.]

Cuddle.

[Dear lord... He really is drunk, to be using the C word.]

Those both sound wonderful...

[He slides off of his chair and shakily gets to his feet.]

But we should go back to my place... or your place...

Which is closer again?

[He can't even remember how they got here or how they plan to get back.]

I don't know...

[Stated like it's the most solemn declaration of the century - mostly because he has to get up now, and that is serious business. But yay, he's standing again! Fun, fun...]

Let's just see which one we find first.

[What? Of course this makes sense!]

Okay! Then I think my apartment is... that way!

[He points in a random direction, and it's really only sheer luck that it is in fact the way they're supposed to go. Though Ryoji does pause a moment, looking unsure.]

Is Kida-kun's apartment in the same direction or not? And if it isn't, how do we decide which way to go?

Hmmm...

[Masaomi... has no idea. At all. Zilch. He keeps thinking for a few more seconds, until he's actually sort of forgotten what he was supposed to be thinking about in the first place.

Then he throws an arm around Ryoji, part clinginess, part needing support.]

Let's go your way. I like your way.

I like my way too! It's a nice way.

[Or at least it looks nice. In Ryoji's inebriated state, all the lights are blurring together and making everything more beautiful.

And yes, that includes Masaomi. He gives the other boy a smile and kisses his cheek again before stumbling in the direction of home.]

oh no I've rolled 4 twice you can reroll if you want

Hehehe, it's fine! Dunno how it's gonna go, though... Could work great, could be a disaster. XD

Ryoji's involved, it's likely gonna be a disaster.

Awwww... *pets him*

*purrs*

Awww, that icon. :)

I'nt it cute~?

So very. :)

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Awwww... pets him

purrs