Kame dumped his bag onto the barstool next to him and sighed loudly. It had been a very, very long day. Koki had been especially obnoxious and Nakamaru had avoided him like the plague. Kame needed a hug, or a drink. And since neither Ueda or Junno had been in a particularly friendly mood after that dance rehearsal (not that Kame wanted to hug Junno anyway. His legs were way too long and that possibly made him look better dancing than Kame and he didn’t know if he approved of that), there was really only one option left.
Vodka.
Lots of it.
Kame was usually a classier person than that, but this had been a seriously long day and hey, it had seemed to work for Jin at times. He groaned as his bag slid of the barstool and to the sticky floor. Just what he needed. This is why he was normally a red wine and classy establishment kind of guy. Someone had better get him that drink quick.
“Excuse me,” he asked the bartender, “a very large vodka on the rocks please.”
“Coming right up!”
Kame tapped his finger on the bar impatiently as he waited the full 30 seconds for his drink to appear.
“There you go, man. Tough day huh?” the bartender asked him.
Kame looked at him and waited for him to go away. Any kind of social interaction was to be avoided for at least three more drinks. The bartender seemed to take the hint and hurried to another part of the bar where he started to talk to a couple of very ditzy looking girls. Kame seriously doubted they were even old enough to drink.
He downed his drink in one go and signaled the bartender for another. The man looked vaguely worried but Kame couldn’t even be bothered to care enough to give him another nasty look. He was pretty damn sure that even after today he was still a more responsible drinker than the gaggle of - let’s be honest, probably high school - girls at the other end of the bar.
It took him two gulps to empty the second glass. Hah. All the responsibility, he thought, as he waved his glass at the bartender to get a new one.
The overly sympathetic look was even more pronounced this time and Kame wished he’d just get him his drink and go back to the girls.
The bartender looked, however, like he wanted to try and start a conversation again, but he was still an entire glass too early for that so Kame tried for his meanest tipsy glare.
Instead of more inane chatter, the bartender pushed a bowl of edamame in his direction along with his drink. Kame didn’t really know whether this meant his tipsy glare was effective or not. But he was going to assume so. He did really like edamame, though, so he might as well eat some. He couldn’t really recall eating dinner, anyway. He thoughtlessly picked up one of the beans and picked at it to get it open.
He was pretty sure that, even after two glasses of vodka, it wasn’t supposed to have a face.
He looked around to see if there might be any cameras set up somewhere subtle, but couldn’t discover any. The pre-schoolers looked as impressed with the bartender as two minutes ago so Kame assumed no one else was really involved in this. Whatever it was. Kame looked at what was supposed to be an edamame again and really, it kind of reminded him of someone as it blinked at him stupidly.
It blinked again and wiggled around in the pod until it could slither out a pair of bean sized sunglasses.
Oh my god, Kame thought, about half a minute before he would pass out, it’s Jin.
“Hey, did you know?” the little Jin bean said. “In America, shrimp know how to drive cars.”
You have made OP very happy. Mameshiba Jin and his little Mameshiba sunglasses and his little Jin bean-y fact are so perfect ;_; (and love for poor drunk moody Kame ♥ )
Vodka.
Lots of it.
Kame was usually a classier person than that, but this had been a seriously long day and hey, it had seemed to work for Jin at times.
He groaned as his bag slid of the barstool and to the sticky floor. Just what he needed. This is why he was normally a red wine and classy establishment kind of guy. Someone had better get him that drink quick.
“Excuse me,” he asked the bartender, “a very large vodka on the rocks please.”
“Coming right up!”
Kame tapped his finger on the bar impatiently as he waited the full 30 seconds for his drink to appear.
“There you go, man. Tough day huh?” the bartender asked him.
Kame looked at him and waited for him to go away. Any kind of social interaction was to be avoided for at least three more drinks. The bartender seemed to take the hint and hurried to another part of the bar where he started to talk to a couple of very ditzy looking girls. Kame seriously doubted they were even old enough to drink.
He downed his drink in one go and signaled the bartender for another. The man looked vaguely worried but Kame couldn’t even be bothered to care enough to give him another nasty look. He was pretty damn sure that even after today he was still a more responsible drinker than the gaggle of - let’s be honest, probably high school - girls at the other end of the bar.
It took him two gulps to empty the second glass. Hah. All the responsibility, he thought, as he waved his glass at the bartender to get a new one.
The overly sympathetic look was even more pronounced this time and Kame wished he’d just get him his drink and go back to the girls.
The bartender looked, however, like he wanted to try and start a conversation again, but he was still an entire glass too early for that so Kame tried for his meanest tipsy glare.
Instead of more inane chatter, the bartender pushed a bowl of edamame in his direction along with his drink. Kame didn’t really know whether this meant his tipsy glare was effective or not. But he was going to assume so. He did really like edamame, though, so he might as well eat some. He couldn’t really recall eating dinner, anyway. He thoughtlessly picked up one of the beans and picked at it to get it open.
He was pretty sure that, even after two glasses of vodka, it wasn’t supposed to have a face.
He looked around to see if there might be any cameras set up somewhere subtle, but couldn’t discover any. The pre-schoolers looked as impressed with the bartender as two minutes ago so Kame assumed no one else was really involved in this. Whatever it was. Kame looked at what was supposed to be an edamame again and really, it kind of reminded him of someone as it blinked at him stupidly.
It blinked again and wiggled around in the pod until it could slither out a pair of bean sized sunglasses.
Oh my god, Kame thought, about half a minute before he would pass out, it’s Jin.
“Hey, did you know?” the little Jin bean said. “In America, shrimp know how to drive cars.”
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