Birthday drabbles part 3

Oct 07, 2010 23:30

Dear Thalia,

Awesome chat mommy that you are. I'm so sorry I missed wishing you a happy birthday. In honour of your amazing tequila-drinking skills, this is for you.


Napo’s plan was fool proof. This was how he was going to break the ice with Lita.

Despite his numerous attempts at trying to get closer to her, he still remained locked firmly in the ‘friends you are cordial with’ zone. But Napo wanted more, he wanted her to be easy and gullible with him like she was with Zeph, to laugh at his jokes like she did with Jace. And the bottle of Tequila was his ticket.

They sat in his house -how he had managed to convince her to come chill at his place instead of the café he had no idea. It may have had something to do with the fact that he had suggested that she couldn’t beat him at drinking shots and then calling her chicken when she decided she wasn’t going to take him up on the challenge.

But that was beside the point. The point, was that she was there and ready to face him and the gods had deemed that he would be the only one in what was usually a full house of five testosterone-filled men.

For Lita, the fear that she might end up drunk and alone with Napo -which could lead to things she was too afraid to want at the moment- was quelled by the fact she knew Darien would be coming home after his lectures in about an hour and a half. She reasoned that she couldn’t get into too much trouble in such a short amount of time…

“Rules of  the game!” He said, placing a low coffee table in between them as they sat in the middle of his living room.

“It’s more than just pour and swallow?” She asked, raising a fine chestnut eyebrow at him.

Napo scoffed. “Please, what kind of boring drinking games have you been playing?” He placed two shot glasses on the table and slammed down a bottle of tequila. “You ask each other one question at a time, should you choose not to answer you have to either take a shot or take off a piece of clothing.”

“Why is there nudity involved in this? I did not consent to nudity.” Now Lita was getting suspicious.

It had been worth a try. “Fine forget the optional nudity, if you choose not to answer the question then you just have to drink a shot.”

“Do we have to use tequila?”

“This is the designated drinking game beverage, we can’t use anything else even if we wanted to.”

“Says who?”

He pointed to a handwritten A3 sized piece of paper on the wall with a massive black headline stating ‘RULES OF THE HOUSE’. “It’s number four.”

“It’s that important?” She said with a grin, “Even more than….” She scanned over the document quickly from where she sat, “Even more than notifying your housemates when you’ve accidentally dropped their toothbrush in the toilet?” She instantly regretted reading that one.

“No, it’s just in whatever order we came up with them. Most are learnt from experience.”

Lita felt a queasy at the idea. “Who thought of the last one?” She asked wearily.

Napo smiled, “You’ll have to ask me that officially if you want an answer.”

She looked at him, staring him down with her sparkling green eyes. Napo almost couldn’t look at them.

“Alright fine.” She said, smiling in resignation. “Let’s get this on. I get first question. Who came up with the rule about being able to eat off of the floor if it’s been cleaned within the last two days?”

“Darien.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope. We’ve been very good at making him lazy. My turn, what’s your favourite colour?” He figured he’d start off with an easy one, lowering her defences so he could get a few personal questions and maybe some flirtation in there.

“Pink.”

“Seriously?” He asked, surprised.

“Yes.” She raised her eyebrow at him again.

“Huh. You have a lot of green and brown in your wardrobe, I would have thought it was one of those.”

Lita frowned slightly at the comment and then leaned forward. “First of all, that’s two questions you asked me so you take a penalty shot.”

“Bullshit!”

“Those are the rules my friend.” She said smiling. “If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen.”

Napo grudgingly filled his glass and downed the shot. “I don’t remember you being allowed to make up the rules.”

She shrugged. “Secondly, it’s my turn, how did you know I have a lot of brown and green in my wardrobe?”

He smiled at that one. “Simple, I see you wearing outfits in those colours a lot.”

She sat back and looked at him with a little smile on her face. “You notice what I wear?”

He shrugged. “All the time. And that’s two from you too.”

“What? No it’s not!”

Napo ignored her, delighting in the fact that she made the same mistake after punishing him for it only a few seconds ago. “Drink woman.”

She did, picking up the little glass with strong, well-manicured hands (although her nails were short, more than likely for cooking-purposes) and drinking it down in one gulp, her face twisting in disgust at the taste. She deliberately ignored the lime juice and salt shaker on the floor next to him. If he could handle it without a chaser, then so could she.

Napo thought the way her features contorted was adorable and he couldn’t wait to see her do it again. “Have you ever kissed or done more with a girl?”

She gave him a glare before she poured herself another shot and downed that too.

He took that reaction as a ‘yes’ “Hoh-lee shit. That’s fucking hot.” He was practically cakcling with glee.

“Silence does not necessarily imply admission.” She said after she cleared her throat. “I may not have, I simply choose to invoke my right to privacy.”

“Yeah, sure.” He smile was smug and as wide as his ears.

“Oh yes. It’s also tactical thinking on my part. I may sometimes choose to not answer easy questions so that you can’t deduce what it means when I don’t answer a hard one.”

He raised his hands skywards. “Oh come on, don’t be cruel like that. At least let my imagination wander.”

“Have you ever kissed or done more with a guy?” She challenged.

“No.” He said simply. “And God willing, I never will. Unless you count that one time when my dog licked my lips because I’d eaten some bacon.”

“I suppose not. Your turn.”

“Do you find me sexually attractive?”

Lita should have seen that one coming, really. She tried to be careful with her answer, knowing that she couldn’t afford to get too drunk and therefore could not remain completely silent. “I will acknowledge that yes, I think you are, but that does not suggest anything more other than I recognise the fact that you are good looking.”

He beamed anyway. “That’s fine.”

She did her best to move on quickly. “Have you ever cried at a girl’s film?”

Napo chose to take a shot instead of answering.

~*~

When Darien came home it was to see a sight which surprised the hell out of him. Napo was lying naked on the floor in all his natural glory with nothing but a tube sock covering his modesty. That in itself wasn’t so shocking, nor was the massively drunken smile on his face. What was completely out of left field was the presence of Lita, who was leaning pleasantly against the couch, her eyes slightly glazed and her cheeks a little rosy. “I won.” She stated with a grin on her pretty lips. She stood up without too much difficulty. “I’m going to use the bathroom, when I come out, will you take home please Darien? I’d rather not walk in this condition.”

Darien blinked a few times. “Sure.” Was all he could manage to say.

When she left the room he immediately turned to the housemate on the floor. “What the fuck happened?”

Napo was still grinning like a maniac. “She likes pink roses and breakfast in bed. Her parents died in a plane crash so the only way to get her on one is to knock her out first with sleeping meds. She used to get into fights in school. She loves Jackie Chan movies and her favourite spice is cinnamon, even though she can never spell it right.”

Darien was confused. “What?”

“She finds me sexually attractive and thinks I’m better looking than her ex-boyfriend. Her most sensitive area is her pelvic area, just above her hip-bone.” He rolled his head from where he lay to look at Darien. “I think I love this woman.”

Darien didn’t really care. “Why are you naked?”

"We ran out of tequila and I kept losing." Napo’s rolled his head back to stare at the spinning ceiling. “My head is going to kill in the morning.”

“Well, I’m not stealing another IV pack for you.”

“Still worth it.” He frowned suddenly, his bushy eyebrows creasing together. “I just hope I’m not so drunk that I’ll forget all of this by tomorrow.” He thought again for a moment before he rolled over to his side and tried to stand, the tube sock falling away so that he was truly as naked as the day he was born. “I’d better go write this all down.”

To his credit, Napo managed to make it to the couch before he passed out completely.

prompts: birthday, character: nephrite, timeline: modern day, verse: hooligans, fandom: sailor moon, character: makoto/jupiter

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