7 Rainbow Prompts -- Bad Habits, Good Friends -- Indigo Set
They blamed the influence of a certain novelist and his monk brother for Shuichi’s bad drinking habits. Gin and bourbon. Crème de Menthe and scotch. Coke and champagne. Shuichi had made it very clear from the first night they went clubbing together, that if they tried to limit his drinking, he would just go out on his own. There was no way they’d let that happen; if they did, they might never see him again. (As tempting as that was, Bad Luck’s fans probably wouldn’t be too happy.) So all they could do was watch in horror as Shuichi downed shot after shot of the nasty concoctions. And then drag his drunken ass home afterwards.
“You know who should be doing this, right?” Suguru said, shooting a sideways glance at Hiro over Shuichi’s lolling pink head.
“Yeah, I know,” Hiro replied, shifting to pull the singer’s arm more securely around his neck. “But the last time I asked him, he told me to send him home in a taxi. And he would’ve preferred a city bus.”
“Does he want the boy to get raped?”
“Who got raped?” Shuichi asked in a slurred voice, head suddenly snapping up.
“Kumagoro,” Suguru answered dryly.
“Awww, poor bunny!”
“Yeah. You can go back to being unconscious now.”
“Okay. Where are we going?”
“Someplace fun,” Hiro smiled reassuringly.
“The grocery store?”
“Uh…”
“I don’t want to know,” Suguru mouthed to Hiro.
Shuichi passed out again before they reached Eiri Yuki’s apartment; they left him in the novelist’s arms with the usual irritated glare in thanks.
“Not that he has any reason to be annoyed,” Suguru remarked as they left. “He didn’t have to carry him home!”
“Well, he never claimed to be a good boyfriend, did he?” Hiro laughed a little.
“The way Shuichi goes on about him, a person would think he’s a god,” Suguru said, sounding slightly bitter.
“Yeah, I know.” Hiro stopped as they reached the street corner and looked back up at the apartment window. “But I think Shuichi knows who the real deities are. And if he doesn’t…” He looked away, hair falling to shadow his face. “He’ll figure it out one day.”
“You know who should be doing this, right?” Suguru said, shooting a sideways glance at Hiro over Shuichi’s lolling pink head.
“Yeah, I know,” Hiro replied, shifting to pull the singer’s arm more securely around his neck. “But the last time I asked him, he told me to send him home in a taxi. And he would’ve preferred a city bus.”
“Does he want the boy to get raped?”
“Who got raped?” Shuichi asked in a slurred voice, head suddenly snapping up.
“Kumagoro,” Suguru answered dryly.
“Awww, poor bunny!”
“Yeah. You can go back to being unconscious now.”
“Okay. Where are we going?”
“Someplace fun,” Hiro smiled reassuringly.
“The grocery store?”
“Uh…”
“I don’t want to know,” Suguru mouthed to Hiro.
Shuichi passed out again before they reached Eiri Yuki’s apartment; they left him in the novelist’s arms with the usual irritated glare in thanks.
“Not that he has any reason to be annoyed,” Suguru remarked as they left. “He didn’t have to carry him home!”
“Well, he never claimed to be a good boyfriend, did he?” Hiro laughed a little.
“The way Shuichi goes on about him, a person would think he’s a god,” Suguru said, sounding slightly bitter.
“Yeah, I know.” Hiro stopped as they reached the street corner and looked back up at the apartment window. “But I think Shuichi knows who the real deities are. And if he doesn’t…” He looked away, hair falling to shadow his face. “He’ll figure it out one day.”