Sidecar [3d/3]
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November 3 2011, 13:33:15 UTC
Alfred's face fell as soon as he heard those first words of rejection. Why, why had Arthur even asked him to say it if he'd never had any intention of indulging him in the first place? Alfred could understand not wanting to sleep with him when he was drunk, but he was frustrated and felt a bit led-on by the fact that he hadn't been turned down right away. With a small pout, he raised himself from Arthur's lap and righted his clothing, since it had been made more than clear that it wouldn't be coming off. "Fine," he replied, not quite rudely but curtly enough that it was clear the American had nothing more to say on the subject.
Arthur stood up as well, smoothing out his shirt. He couldn't help but keep most of his smile. "Not that I don't love your contrite expression, but do you have to pout quite so much? I don't think you can even get it up in your current state, and I don't fancy a partner who won't derive equal pleasure from intercourse," Arthur said honestly. "If you don't like it, then remember that it was your choice to get piss-drunk once you were out of my sight.”
Alfred rolled his eyes. "Well, is that what you came here for?" he asked as he rubbed his bottom pointedly. "Or is there something else?" Coming from a tipsy Alfred, it was a relatively tactful way of asking the other to leave if that was all.
Now it was Arthur’s turn to roll his eyes. “I came over here to clear up our abruptly ended conversation from earlier, only to find you like this. I didn't come to punish you for trying to uphold your ideals and laws, not until I saw you'd broken them right after attempting to scold me." He explained, moving over towards the door. "I'll go then, back to the hotel. Do you think I can still get a taxi this late? I might need your phone," he asked as he slipped on his shoes.
"Sure you can. I'll call for one for you, make sure you get a ride back," Al offered in a tone that wasn't quite as good-humored as usual, but still helpful. As he approached the phone, however, it dawned on him that it probably wasn't the best idea for him to be calling anyone in his currently inebriated state, just in case said state was evident in his voice, as it had been when Arthur had first arrived. "Er, actually, maybe you should talk to 'em," he amended, offering the earpiece of his candlestick-style phone to the other nation as he entered the number of the taxi service with the rotary dial on its base. Once he had finished, he handed over the mouthpiece as well.
Arthur gave a bit of a knowing grin when Alfred changed his mind, taking the phone as it was handed to him. He spoke to the taxi service, securing himself a ride. Hanging up, he headed for the door again. "I'll wait outside. You could use some fresh air as well,” he said with a bit of a smile again, slipping on his coat; Alfred took the suggestion, following Arthur outside and shutting the door behind them as they left his building. "You're not going to go back and start drinking again are you? If I come over tomorrow to find you rolling around in bed I'm going to shove every home remedy down your throat until you remedy your evil drinking ways," Arthur chuckled, unable to resist the slight mocking of Alfred's earlier lecture.
"Hah, well you don't have to worry about that," the American nation reassured dryly; he had no intentions of drinking himself to the point of a hangover the next day. "I've already gotten myself enough of a headache over it." Among other aches, but he left that comment unspoken. With a slightly forced laugh, he changed the subject. "So... how long do you plan on staying here? You never actually mentioned it this morning." He stuffed his hands into his the pockets of his trousers, shivering a bit. Though it had been a bit humid earlier in the evening, the temperature had since dropped significantly and the weather was now somewhat brisk. Of course, Alfred hadn't thought to put on his own jacket since he was only planning on being outside until the taxi arrived.
Arthur stood up as well, smoothing out his shirt. He couldn't help but keep most of his smile. "Not that I don't love your contrite expression, but do you have to pout quite so much? I don't think you can even get it up in your current state, and I don't fancy a partner who won't derive equal pleasure from intercourse," Arthur said honestly. "If you don't like it, then remember that it was your choice to get piss-drunk once you were out of my sight.”
Alfred rolled his eyes. "Well, is that what you came here for?" he asked as he rubbed his bottom pointedly. "Or is there something else?" Coming from a tipsy Alfred, it was a relatively tactful way of asking the other to leave if that was all.
Now it was Arthur’s turn to roll his eyes. “I came over here to clear up our abruptly ended conversation from earlier, only to find you like this. I didn't come to punish you for trying to uphold your ideals and laws, not until I saw you'd broken them right after attempting to scold me." He explained, moving over towards the door. "I'll go then, back to the hotel. Do you think I can still get a taxi this late? I might need your phone," he asked as he slipped on his shoes.
"Sure you can. I'll call for one for you, make sure you get a ride back," Al offered in a tone that wasn't quite as good-humored as usual, but still helpful. As he approached the phone, however, it dawned on him that it probably wasn't the best idea for him to be calling anyone in his currently inebriated state, just in case said state was evident in his voice, as it had been when Arthur had first arrived. "Er, actually, maybe you should talk to 'em," he amended, offering the earpiece of his candlestick-style phone to the other nation as he entered the number of the taxi service with the rotary dial on its base. Once he had finished, he handed over the mouthpiece as well.
Arthur gave a bit of a knowing grin when Alfred changed his mind, taking the phone as it was handed to him. He spoke to the taxi service, securing himself a ride. Hanging up, he headed for the door again. "I'll wait outside. You could use some fresh air as well,” he said with a bit of a smile again, slipping on his coat; Alfred took the suggestion, following Arthur outside and shutting the door behind them as they left his building. "You're not going to go back and start drinking again are you? If I come over tomorrow to find you rolling around in bed I'm going to shove every home remedy down your throat until you remedy your evil drinking ways," Arthur chuckled, unable to resist the slight mocking of Alfred's earlier lecture.
"Hah, well you don't have to worry about that," the American nation reassured dryly; he had no intentions of drinking himself to the point of a hangover the next day. "I've already gotten myself enough of a headache over it." Among other aches, but he left that comment unspoken. With a slightly forced laugh, he changed the subject. "So... how long do you plan on staying here? You never actually mentioned it this morning." He stuffed his hands into his the pockets of his trousers, shivering a bit. Though it had been a bit humid earlier in the evening, the temperature had since dropped significantly and the weather was now somewhat brisk. Of course, Alfred hadn't thought to put on his own jacket since he was only planning on being outside until the taxi arrived.
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