WHY YES. WE ARE.
The Bar Scene:
cynicalism, 1054 words (damnit)
Note: In which it is Maki's birthday yet again, but this is a year in advance so at least she's not turning 19 for the fourth time. And in which Jin is a freaking ninja. Cause he is. (In which I ended up playing off of parts of tinyangl's fic too, so these were written semi-concurrently. BECAUSE WE ARE KIND OF SPESHUL LIKE THAT.) Lastly, in which the blame really never stops with us!
"Sex on the beach?" Jin asks, glancing at Maki with a glass in his hand.
"I'm good with my cola, thanks," she replies politely, motioning to the drink in her hand.
"I wasn't talking about the drink," Jin leers. Yamapi throws him a look and frowns, pulling his seat closer to Maki, who just laughs and shakes her head as Jin waltzes off, presumably to try the line on some other unsuspecting girl--or boy. Really, it was hard to tell with him, sometimes.
"Come on, Maki-chan! It's your 20th birthday! It's okay to live a little!" Tegoshi says, popping out of nowhere and pushing his cup towards her hands, "You should go all out like I did at mine--"
"GOD. NO." Massu splutters nearby, horrified. Tegoshi giggles and throws an arm around his shoulders.
"We had fun!"
"You threw up and ruined three of my shirts."
"Those," Tegoshi sniffs, "were ruined to begin with."
Massu glares and Tegoshi giggles and blows him a raspberry before fluttering off, presumably to find something that tastes like candy and will get him good and wasted.
"And that's only his first drink." Massu laments with a shake his head. He sighs and mouths a quick "happy birthday" to Maki, before weaving through the crowd after Tegoshi, presumably to keep him from getting into too much trouble. Maki watches with a bemused smile as Massu finally catches up to Tegoshi and pulls him away by the collar of his shirt before he can take a swig of whatever Koyama and Shige seemed to have been drinking before breaking into the Chiraizumu dance. She giggles as Tegoshi joins them, adding in some random and out of place hipthrusts of his own, while Massu inches away from the trio, pretending he doesn't know them, not at all, not one bit. He can't run fast enough, though, when a rather pink-faced Ryo joins them a moment later.
It takes Yamapi's third dramatic sigh before Maki finally gets the hint and turns her attention back towards him. When she glances over, he's swirling the straw in his diet iced tea, pretending that he hadn't been trying so hard to get her attention in the first place.
"What is it?" Maki asks lightly, taking a sip of her coke and leaning in a little so that her shoulder meets his, just slightly. He glances up briefly and attempts to stay upset, but a smile finally wins over his pout. He continues to swirl his straw idly in his drink and Maki looks down thoughtfully, admiring his long fingers as they fiddle with the blue and white plastic tube.
"You know, I told you I'd be the second designated driver. You should have a drink if you want."
Yamapi frowns, "But it's your 20th birthday! You should enjoy yourself!"
"You just want to get me drunk, huh?" she asks lightly, amused, reaches over and places her hand over his, fingers tracing patterns over the back of his hand.
"Does it show?" She laughs as he gives her his best puppy dog eyes--she doesn't have the heart to tell him that Tegoshi has already perfected that art and she's nearly immune to it by now--and takes his hand fully in hers.
"I am enjoying myself," she pauses, meeting his gaze with a shy smile, "Tomohisa."
His lips twitch and an impossible grin spreads over his face, eyes dancing merrily. "You get me here every time you say that, you know?" he asks, pounding hard on his chest where his heart lies. "Right here."
"Ever the flatterer," Maki grins, resting her head on his shoulder. He laughs and winds his arm around her waist, leans his cheek into her hair and inhales deeply.
"You just make it so easy," he sighs. She laughs and swats at his chest lightly. They stay like that for another moment, before Yamapi whispers, "I just want you to have some fun. To get away from work and work and more work, for a change."
Maki sighs and rouses from her position. She hasn't become immune to that just yet.
"Okay, if it'll make you feel happy, I'll have one drink--"
"Sex on the beach!" Jin cries, popping up from out of nowhere. Maki and Yamapi spring apart, effectively startled out of their wits. Maki whirls around and blinks, about to question the lipstick prints pressed all over Jin's cheeks and neck, but he cuts her off, ordering two drinks from the bartender. When the drinks come, Jin takes one up and offers her the other, winding their arms together and raising his eyebrows as he touches the edge of his glass to her lips.
"Ready?" he asks, and Maki glances helplessly at Yamapi, who nods encouragingly. With a shrug, Maki closes her eyes and tips her head back, letting the alcohol burn down her throat as she tips the contents of her own cup into Jin's lips. When she finishes it, Maki stumbles backwards a little, away from Jin's arms and right into Yamapi's lap. She flutters her eyes open and hiccups, feels the blood rush to her face.
"Was it good for you too?" Jin whispers close to her ear. Yamapi kicks him away--"Don't worry Pi! I have enough love for every--" "Shut up and go away, Bakanishi!"--and turns his attention back towards Maki.
"You okay?"
Maki giggles and nods, swaying a little as she swings her legs back and forth. She leans backwards and presses her pink cheek into his, lips close to his own, and whispers, "Ne Tomo-chan, you know what would make me happy?"
"What's that?" he asks, voice soft and eyes piercing as her lips draw tantalizingly closer to his skin. She grins and orders another drink, holds it up to his nose.
"Sex on the beach."
"I told you I'd be the designated driver today," Yamapi sighs. Maki giggles again and shakes her head, downing the second drink in one shot.
"I wasn't talking about the drink," she breathes, a wicked smile on her lips before she flounces off of his lap and disappears into the writhing crowd of dancers. It takes Yamapi's brain a good minute to start functioning properly again before he scrambles off the barstool, tips the bartender a twenty, and chases after her.
cynicalism, 1054 words (damnit)
Note: In which it is Maki's birthday yet again, but this is a year in advance so at least she's not turning 19 for the fourth time. And in which Jin is a freaking ninja. Cause he is. (In which I ended up playing off of parts of tinyangl's fic too, so these were written semi-concurrently. BECAUSE WE ARE KIND OF SPESHUL LIKE THAT.) Lastly, in which the blame really never stops with us!
"Sex on the beach?" Jin asks, glancing at Maki with a glass in his hand.
"I'm good with my cola, thanks," she replies politely, motioning to the drink in her hand.
"I wasn't talking about the drink," Jin leers. Yamapi throws him a look and frowns, pulling his seat closer to Maki, who just laughs and shakes her head as Jin waltzes off, presumably to try the line on some other unsuspecting girl--or boy. Really, it was hard to tell with him, sometimes.
"Come on, Maki-chan! It's your 20th birthday! It's okay to live a little!" Tegoshi says, popping out of nowhere and pushing his cup towards her hands, "You should go all out like I did at mine--"
"GOD. NO." Massu splutters nearby, horrified. Tegoshi giggles and throws an arm around his shoulders.
"We had fun!"
"You threw up and ruined three of my shirts."
"Those," Tegoshi sniffs, "were ruined to begin with."
Massu glares and Tegoshi giggles and blows him a raspberry before fluttering off, presumably to find something that tastes like candy and will get him good and wasted.
"And that's only his first drink." Massu laments with a shake his head. He sighs and mouths a quick "happy birthday" to Maki, before weaving through the crowd after Tegoshi, presumably to keep him from getting into too much trouble. Maki watches with a bemused smile as Massu finally catches up to Tegoshi and pulls him away by the collar of his shirt before he can take a swig of whatever Koyama and Shige seemed to have been drinking before breaking into the Chiraizumu dance. She giggles as Tegoshi joins them, adding in some random and out of place hipthrusts of his own, while Massu inches away from the trio, pretending he doesn't know them, not at all, not one bit. He can't run fast enough, though, when a rather pink-faced Ryo joins them a moment later.
It takes Yamapi's third dramatic sigh before Maki finally gets the hint and turns her attention back towards him. When she glances over, he's swirling the straw in his diet iced tea, pretending that he hadn't been trying so hard to get her attention in the first place.
"What is it?" Maki asks lightly, taking a sip of her coke and leaning in a little so that her shoulder meets his, just slightly. He glances up briefly and attempts to stay upset, but a smile finally wins over his pout. He continues to swirl his straw idly in his drink and Maki looks down thoughtfully, admiring his long fingers as they fiddle with the blue and white plastic tube.
"You know, I told you I'd be the second designated driver. You should have a drink if you want."
Yamapi frowns, "But it's your 20th birthday! You should enjoy yourself!"
"You just want to get me drunk, huh?" she asks lightly, amused, reaches over and places her hand over his, fingers tracing patterns over the back of his hand.
"Does it show?" She laughs as he gives her his best puppy dog eyes--she doesn't have the heart to tell him that Tegoshi has already perfected that art and she's nearly immune to it by now--and takes his hand fully in hers.
"I am enjoying myself," she pauses, meeting his gaze with a shy smile, "Tomohisa."
His lips twitch and an impossible grin spreads over his face, eyes dancing merrily. "You get me here every time you say that, you know?" he asks, pounding hard on his chest where his heart lies. "Right here."
"Ever the flatterer," Maki grins, resting her head on his shoulder. He laughs and winds his arm around her waist, leans his cheek into her hair and inhales deeply.
"You just make it so easy," he sighs. She laughs and swats at his chest lightly. They stay like that for another moment, before Yamapi whispers, "I just want you to have some fun. To get away from work and work and more work, for a change."
Maki sighs and rouses from her position. She hasn't become immune to that just yet.
"Okay, if it'll make you feel happy, I'll have one drink--"
"Sex on the beach!" Jin cries, popping up from out of nowhere. Maki and Yamapi spring apart, effectively startled out of their wits. Maki whirls around and blinks, about to question the lipstick prints pressed all over Jin's cheeks and neck, but he cuts her off, ordering two drinks from the bartender. When the drinks come, Jin takes one up and offers her the other, winding their arms together and raising his eyebrows as he touches the edge of his glass to her lips.
"Ready?" he asks, and Maki glances helplessly at Yamapi, who nods encouragingly. With a shrug, Maki closes her eyes and tips her head back, letting the alcohol burn down her throat as she tips the contents of her own cup into Jin's lips. When she finishes it, Maki stumbles backwards a little, away from Jin's arms and right into Yamapi's lap. She flutters her eyes open and hiccups, feels the blood rush to her face.
"Was it good for you too?" Jin whispers close to her ear. Yamapi kicks him away--"Don't worry Pi! I have enough love for every--" "Shut up and go away, Bakanishi!"--and turns his attention back towards Maki.
"You okay?"
Maki giggles and nods, swaying a little as she swings her legs back and forth. She leans backwards and presses her pink cheek into his, lips close to his own, and whispers, "Ne Tomo-chan, you know what would make me happy?"
"What's that?" he asks, voice soft and eyes piercing as her lips draw tantalizingly closer to his skin. She grins and orders another drink, holds it up to his nose.
"Sex on the beach."
"I told you I'd be the designated driver today," Yamapi sighs. Maki giggles again and shakes her head, downing the second drink in one shot.
"I wasn't talking about the drink," she breathes, a wicked smile on her lips before she flounces off of his lap and disappears into the writhing crowd of dancers. It takes Yamapi's brain a good minute to start functioning properly again before he scrambles off the barstool, tips the bartender a twenty, and chases after her.