[Log] I see you thar
Characters:AU Duo Maxwell and OU Quatre Winner
Where:Om something
When:Backlogged a week ago sometime.
Summary:Duo is drunk, visits Quatre, and is chewed out.
Warnings:Interesting use of the English language.
Duo smiled widely as he slunk into the apartment building, humming a few random tunes he'd been listening to. Once he was on the Om floor he ran a few steps and skidded down the hall in his bare socks, then slipping and falling backwards, catching himself on the door of.. He looked up.. which one was this? Duo or Quatres? Oh he didn't remember.. whatever.. he opened it and stepped in.. "Hey!"
Quatre jumped as Duo burst into his room. "Duo...?" He blinked in surprised. He watched as the American stumbled a bit, walking around without shoes on. He frowned a bit. "What's with you?" he asked, grabbing the other teen's arm to steady him.
"Nothin. Just shootin the shit... I mean that'd what I come.. came here' for." Duo said with a wry chuckle. His face was flushed and he stood erect, moving away from the help and walking over to sit on the couch. "How ya been?"
"I've been okay..." Quatre said warily, watching him. He walked over towards him and sat down on the couch as well. "How are you?"
"Good as y'can be under circumstances..stance... Uh.. situation..that I have." Duo said quickly. Okay, so he was feeling a bit goofy, and being alone with sleeping robin and doing nothing but having dinner bored him.
"Duo... are you drunk?"
"You know that old sayin where you say I 'swear to drunk I'm not god?" Duo chuckled and knit his brows, "I'm not drunk."
Quatre frowned at him.
He considered this and smiled brightly, "I'm blissfully unawares-es."
"Duo... you can barely talk straight."
"I fail t'see the problem."
"You are drunk... I can smell it on you! This is the third day now, isn't it?"
"You must have been turned into a dog, cos I can't smell it." Duo replied. "Funny.. don't look like one.. maybe it's the first stage.. feel itchy yet?"
"Of course you can't smell it," Quatre said. "People don't normally smell themselves." He sighed in annoyance. "I can't believe this, Duo..."
"I thought you were the open minded one." Duo said with a small laugh.
Quatre looked at him, somewhat confused. "What?"
"You know.. you believe in.. stuff I don't really understand.." he trailed off.. "Like open minded."
"What does that have to do with being drunk?"
"Uh.. Never mind."
"Three days, Duo..." Quatre said, sounding disappointed. He rubbed his forehead. "That's unhealthy!"
"I got super powers.. healthy for me and healthy for you is two totally different sorts of healthy." He crossed his arms, brows knitting, lip pouting. "Lecturing me, So not cool, ya know.."
"Which dorm is Duo and Hilde's again?"
"You're still drunk..." Quatre said in annoyance and mild disgust. "And they're in Epta on this floor.
"You know, you could just overlook the fact I'm drunk and just be happy that I'm not .. You know what? Quatre? Don't judge me.. You do stupid ass things too." Duo crossed his arms and slumped in his couch seat, lip pouting.
"I don't chemically impair my judgment with things like alcohol," Quatre said.
"What could happen?" Duo snapped, "Nothin.. Harth's the only real threat around here and he hasn't shown his mug for like two weeks.. cept two weeks ago when he hurt Pepper but that's different.. he's not gonna get me off gaurd.."
"Gee, Duo... I don't know," Quatre said, almost sarcastic for once. Apparently, the two American pilots were rubbing off on him. "Maybe the Entropi could find us and attack again... or maybe one of the other lunatics in this place could do something. It's been known to happen."
"Do I eat something, sober up, and go do what I can.. ain't hard.. ain't stupid.. you're stupid..'
"Do you really think that?"
"I'm Drunk." Duo said evenly.
Quatre shook his head.
"So How come I come over to see you and all you have to say is, 'oooh! Bad Duo! you're drunk! go home." Okay, he could go. "Want me too? I could go.. I' don't have anything to do and Robin is asleep...n' I'm bored.."
"But your drunk, Duo!" Quatre said. "And for what? Because you're using it as a crutch to help you escape? That's just all wrong!"
"You ever have a girlfriend Quatre?" Duo asked him evenly, tipping his head down so that less light hit beneath his eye ridge. "Ever?"
"No..." he said, looking away. "But I've felt loss..." he continued quietly, putting his hand over his heart without realizing it.
"....Hah.. Funny." Duo replied, retreating eye contact. "your dad withstanding.. You never had a girlfriend? Never had .. Well.. you know.. kissed a girl? Intimacy? Sex? NO? Didn't think so."
"What's wrong with that?" he said, somewhat defensive.
"You don't get it." Duo replied.
"That's not an excuse to be drunk for three days straight," Quatre said, annoyed. He got up from the couch.
"You keep saying that and I keep not caring." Duo said, a slight growl to his voice.
Quatre sighed heavily.
"Hmf.." Duo raised a dismissive hand and pulled himself to his feet. "Yeah.. yeah.. yeah.. Whatever. You act like this is the worst that could happen.. You're just like him."
"I'm not saying it's the worst thing that could happen, Duo. I just don't want to see you doing this to yourself."
"So you want me to feel pain.. Thanks.." Duo cleared his throat.. "how.. 'kind' of you." he said, using that word that was tossed around so much between the two Q's.
"That's not what I mean and you know it," Quatre said sharply, a strange fire burning behind his eyes as he turned around to glare at Duo. "This being numb... this drinking to forget... it only leads to problems, Duo. It ruins lives."
"Whos? yours or mine? Cos I feel fine." Duo replied. "great, even."
Quatre looked hurt. "You're stumbling and slurring your words... how can that feel great?" he asked. "I don't care what powers some witch gave you... it can't be healthy for you, either."
"Better then feeling." Duo replied. "Better then the pain.. okay? I don't want to feel."
"So you'd rather just spend each day in a drunken stupor, half-functional?"
Staring at Quatre, Duo only seemed to consider it. "Pretty much, yeah."
Quatre looked hurt and disappointed. "That's no way to live..." he said softly, then shook his head, turning away.
"neither is living in econtra. It's Hell.. I'm makin the best of it." duo said as he headed to the door.
"How is that making the best of it?"
"Cos I'd probably had been drunk with Mel anyway." Duo replied, eyes closed. "You got no right to judge me.."
"I'm not judging you," Quatre said. "Stop thinking everyone's out to get you, Duo! Why don't you let anyone help you?"
"Help me with what?" Duo eyed him skeptically, he didn't need help. "I don't need help and nobodies out to get me.. Stop assuming things."
The blond pulled back as if stung. "You don't need me..." he said softly, looking down.
"...I didn't say that... You know I DID come to see you.. here.. And.. you know.. hang out.. Don;t have to be a jerk about it.." Duo said and opened the door.. "I thought you'd atleast be the nice guy... Stead you acted like my damn fruitcake brother.. you know.. sweet on the outside and sticky and unpalatable?"
"You're drunk, Duo... How can I accept that? How can I accept someone I care about willfully harming themselves?"
He walked over to him, putting his hand on his arm. "Duo... please... think about it... think about it when you're sober. It's not right..."
".....You're one to talk about what's right.." Duo crowled. "Goodie goodie, never even touched a drop of alcohol or anything.. You're like those damn religious junkies, and it's really starting to piss me off.. you're a goddamn broken record too."
"I..." Quatre felt his throat constrict slightly, but no... he wasn't going to do that. He wasn't going to let himself cry. That would only make things worse between him and Duo at this point. He knew how much Duo hated it. He steeled himself, taking on a firmer expression. "I'm not perfect, Duo. I don't even try to pretend to be, you know that. I'm only being insistent because I don't want you to do this to yourself. It can only make more trouble for you. Right now, it might not seem like it, but if you keep going, you might not be able to come back."
"Well Damn, Quatre.. How dare I not think of it that way? Seriously, Dude.. I'm fine.. I'm not gonna go down that path.. I already went down it.. remember? the big horrible hole I dug since day one? I'm climbing out.. I'm fine.. I'm makin big leaps and bounds and no amount of alcohol is gonna change that and no amount of your insistantance-ness is gonna change the fact that i'm.. Gonna.. be.. Doing what i do.. Shut up."
Duo pulled his arm away and opened the door.. "I'm gonna go to Duo's place."
"Duo, please..." Quatre reached for him agin.
Duo twisted around, his palm going to the base of Quatre's neck to shove him into the wall. "What I say?"
Quatre couldn't hold back a whimper of surprise. His eyes clenched shut, he instinctively wrapped his hands around Duo's wrist as the other pinned him. "Duo... what...?"
Duo, paused and watched Quatre, retreating his hand and tugging away from the boy's hands. "Just.. Get over yourself.."
The blond gasped slightly as Duo pulled away. He leaned heavily against the wall. "What? What do you mean?" he asked. Get over himself?
"Stop actin like you're the moral authority."
"But... this isn't just about morals, Duo..." Quatre said. "I don't want to see you hurt yourself like that!"
"I'm.. Not.. Hurt!" Duo glowered at Quatre and opened the door, "just shut up.."
Quatre whimpered, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. "Duo..." He rubbed his face with his sleeve, unable to hold back any more. 'I'm sorry,' he thought.
Where:Om something
When:Backlogged a week ago sometime.
Summary:Duo is drunk, visits Quatre, and is chewed out.
Warnings:Interesting use of the English language.
Duo smiled widely as he slunk into the apartment building, humming a few random tunes he'd been listening to. Once he was on the Om floor he ran a few steps and skidded down the hall in his bare socks, then slipping and falling backwards, catching himself on the door of.. He looked up.. which one was this? Duo or Quatres? Oh he didn't remember.. whatever.. he opened it and stepped in.. "Hey!"
Quatre jumped as Duo burst into his room. "Duo...?" He blinked in surprised. He watched as the American stumbled a bit, walking around without shoes on. He frowned a bit. "What's with you?" he asked, grabbing the other teen's arm to steady him.
"Nothin. Just shootin the shit... I mean that'd what I come.. came here' for." Duo said with a wry chuckle. His face was flushed and he stood erect, moving away from the help and walking over to sit on the couch. "How ya been?"
"I've been okay..." Quatre said warily, watching him. He walked over towards him and sat down on the couch as well. "How are you?"
"Good as y'can be under circumstances..stance... Uh.. situation..that I have." Duo said quickly. Okay, so he was feeling a bit goofy, and being alone with sleeping robin and doing nothing but having dinner bored him.
"Duo... are you drunk?"
"You know that old sayin where you say I 'swear to drunk I'm not god?" Duo chuckled and knit his brows, "I'm not drunk."
Quatre frowned at him.
He considered this and smiled brightly, "I'm blissfully unawares-es."
"Duo... you can barely talk straight."
"I fail t'see the problem."
"You are drunk... I can smell it on you! This is the third day now, isn't it?"
"You must have been turned into a dog, cos I can't smell it." Duo replied. "Funny.. don't look like one.. maybe it's the first stage.. feel itchy yet?"
"Of course you can't smell it," Quatre said. "People don't normally smell themselves." He sighed in annoyance. "I can't believe this, Duo..."
"I thought you were the open minded one." Duo said with a small laugh.
Quatre looked at him, somewhat confused. "What?"
"You know.. you believe in.. stuff I don't really understand.." he trailed off.. "Like open minded."
"What does that have to do with being drunk?"
"Uh.. Never mind."
"Three days, Duo..." Quatre said, sounding disappointed. He rubbed his forehead. "That's unhealthy!"
"I got super powers.. healthy for me and healthy for you is two totally different sorts of healthy." He crossed his arms, brows knitting, lip pouting. "Lecturing me, So not cool, ya know.."
"Which dorm is Duo and Hilde's again?"
"You're still drunk..." Quatre said in annoyance and mild disgust. "And they're in Epta on this floor.
"You know, you could just overlook the fact I'm drunk and just be happy that I'm not .. You know what? Quatre? Don't judge me.. You do stupid ass things too." Duo crossed his arms and slumped in his couch seat, lip pouting.
"I don't chemically impair my judgment with things like alcohol," Quatre said.
"What could happen?" Duo snapped, "Nothin.. Harth's the only real threat around here and he hasn't shown his mug for like two weeks.. cept two weeks ago when he hurt Pepper but that's different.. he's not gonna get me off gaurd.."
"Gee, Duo... I don't know," Quatre said, almost sarcastic for once. Apparently, the two American pilots were rubbing off on him. "Maybe the Entropi could find us and attack again... or maybe one of the other lunatics in this place could do something. It's been known to happen."
"Do I eat something, sober up, and go do what I can.. ain't hard.. ain't stupid.. you're stupid..'
"Do you really think that?"
"I'm Drunk." Duo said evenly.
Quatre shook his head.
"So How come I come over to see you and all you have to say is, 'oooh! Bad Duo! you're drunk! go home." Okay, he could go. "Want me too? I could go.. I' don't have anything to do and Robin is asleep...n' I'm bored.."
"But your drunk, Duo!" Quatre said. "And for what? Because you're using it as a crutch to help you escape? That's just all wrong!"
"You ever have a girlfriend Quatre?" Duo asked him evenly, tipping his head down so that less light hit beneath his eye ridge. "Ever?"
"No..." he said, looking away. "But I've felt loss..." he continued quietly, putting his hand over his heart without realizing it.
"....Hah.. Funny." Duo replied, retreating eye contact. "your dad withstanding.. You never had a girlfriend? Never had .. Well.. you know.. kissed a girl? Intimacy? Sex? NO? Didn't think so."
"What's wrong with that?" he said, somewhat defensive.
"You don't get it." Duo replied.
"That's not an excuse to be drunk for three days straight," Quatre said, annoyed. He got up from the couch.
"You keep saying that and I keep not caring." Duo said, a slight growl to his voice.
Quatre sighed heavily.
"Hmf.." Duo raised a dismissive hand and pulled himself to his feet. "Yeah.. yeah.. yeah.. Whatever. You act like this is the worst that could happen.. You're just like him."
"I'm not saying it's the worst thing that could happen, Duo. I just don't want to see you doing this to yourself."
"So you want me to feel pain.. Thanks.." Duo cleared his throat.. "how.. 'kind' of you." he said, using that word that was tossed around so much between the two Q's.
"That's not what I mean and you know it," Quatre said sharply, a strange fire burning behind his eyes as he turned around to glare at Duo. "This being numb... this drinking to forget... it only leads to problems, Duo. It ruins lives."
"Whos? yours or mine? Cos I feel fine." Duo replied. "great, even."
Quatre looked hurt. "You're stumbling and slurring your words... how can that feel great?" he asked. "I don't care what powers some witch gave you... it can't be healthy for you, either."
"Better then feeling." Duo replied. "Better then the pain.. okay? I don't want to feel."
"So you'd rather just spend each day in a drunken stupor, half-functional?"
Staring at Quatre, Duo only seemed to consider it. "Pretty much, yeah."
Quatre looked hurt and disappointed. "That's no way to live..." he said softly, then shook his head, turning away.
"neither is living in econtra. It's Hell.. I'm makin the best of it." duo said as he headed to the door.
"How is that making the best of it?"
"Cos I'd probably had been drunk with Mel anyway." Duo replied, eyes closed. "You got no right to judge me.."
"I'm not judging you," Quatre said. "Stop thinking everyone's out to get you, Duo! Why don't you let anyone help you?"
"Help me with what?" Duo eyed him skeptically, he didn't need help. "I don't need help and nobodies out to get me.. Stop assuming things."
The blond pulled back as if stung. "You don't need me..." he said softly, looking down.
"...I didn't say that... You know I DID come to see you.. here.. And.. you know.. hang out.. Don;t have to be a jerk about it.." Duo said and opened the door.. "I thought you'd atleast be the nice guy... Stead you acted like my damn fruitcake brother.. you know.. sweet on the outside and sticky and unpalatable?"
"You're drunk, Duo... How can I accept that? How can I accept someone I care about willfully harming themselves?"
He walked over to him, putting his hand on his arm. "Duo... please... think about it... think about it when you're sober. It's not right..."
".....You're one to talk about what's right.." Duo crowled. "Goodie goodie, never even touched a drop of alcohol or anything.. You're like those damn religious junkies, and it's really starting to piss me off.. you're a goddamn broken record too."
"I..." Quatre felt his throat constrict slightly, but no... he wasn't going to do that. He wasn't going to let himself cry. That would only make things worse between him and Duo at this point. He knew how much Duo hated it. He steeled himself, taking on a firmer expression. "I'm not perfect, Duo. I don't even try to pretend to be, you know that. I'm only being insistent because I don't want you to do this to yourself. It can only make more trouble for you. Right now, it might not seem like it, but if you keep going, you might not be able to come back."
"Well Damn, Quatre.. How dare I not think of it that way? Seriously, Dude.. I'm fine.. I'm not gonna go down that path.. I already went down it.. remember? the big horrible hole I dug since day one? I'm climbing out.. I'm fine.. I'm makin big leaps and bounds and no amount of alcohol is gonna change that and no amount of your insistantance-ness is gonna change the fact that i'm.. Gonna.. be.. Doing what i do.. Shut up."
Duo pulled his arm away and opened the door.. "I'm gonna go to Duo's place."
"Duo, please..." Quatre reached for him agin.
Duo twisted around, his palm going to the base of Quatre's neck to shove him into the wall. "What I say?"
Quatre couldn't hold back a whimper of surprise. His eyes clenched shut, he instinctively wrapped his hands around Duo's wrist as the other pinned him. "Duo... what...?"
Duo, paused and watched Quatre, retreating his hand and tugging away from the boy's hands. "Just.. Get over yourself.."
The blond gasped slightly as Duo pulled away. He leaned heavily against the wall. "What? What do you mean?" he asked. Get over himself?
"Stop actin like you're the moral authority."
"But... this isn't just about morals, Duo..." Quatre said. "I don't want to see you hurt yourself like that!"
"I'm.. Not.. Hurt!" Duo glowered at Quatre and opened the door, "just shut up.."
Quatre whimpered, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. "Duo..." He rubbed his face with his sleeve, unable to hold back any more. 'I'm sorry,' he thought.