RP LOG
Who: Oshitari Kenya, Shishido Ryou.
What: An early birthday celebration with a pillow fight!
When: 16 March.
Where: Shishido's room, and across the hotel.
Rating: PG.
Shishido stared into his wallet almost mournfully as he waited in the lobby. Sunday had cost him a fair bit and he had a feeling tonight wasn't going to be cheap either and he was leaving for Hokkaido in just over two days. Saitou better be paying for my meals, he thought almost bitterly before shaking his head and pocketing his wallet again.
He was smartly dressed -- black slacks with a white dress shirt -- as one should be when going out for dinner. His hair was spiked in controlled spikes, having just been trimmed earlier that morning, and he was glad that he no longer had to rely on crutches to balance -- as fun as they had been.
Almost impatiently, he slid his sleeve up to check the watch set on his left wrist before pocketing his hands. He was a few minutes early so he really had no right to be getting impatient, but he hated being made to wait.
Thankfully, the wait wasn't long as Kenya was there on the dot. He personally hated waited, so he wouldn't make anyone else wait for him either. He grinned as he spotted Shishido, running over. "No more crutches, huh? Did you get to keep them?"
It was then that he realized what Shishido was wearing, and he was now glad that he had chosen a green shirt for the day instead of his favorite white one; they would have looked stupid going for dinner together in similar clothing.
Shishido shook his head, giving a slight pout. "I was hoping I would, though," he said. "I could've used them on Sunday to get back at Saitou and Kaji for being assholes." Not that it would've worked, really. "Anyway, we going? I'd like to eat sometime soon."
Kenya nodded quickly at the mention of food, he was getting pretty hungry. He hurried over to the exit before he had to stop and look around, turning to Shishido when he wasn't sure which way to go. "So, where are you taking me on this lovely evening?"
Shishido dug in his pocket for his phone as he followed the blond, flipping it open and hitting a few buttons. "I haven't been there myself, but there's a restaurant a few blocks from here that Kaji said was quite good," he explained, pocketing his phone again after memorizing the address. "Which is saying a lot because he's a picky eater."
"We'll have to find out for ourselves, but a picky eater's reccomendation should be pretty good," Kenya agreed, still looking around. He turned to Shishido finally, waiting for him to lead the way. They had talked about getting drunk today, and Kenya couldn't help wondering what his drunken mind would come up with; hopefully it wouldn't get them fired.
The bartender looked around for a moment before finally picking on a direction. "This way," he said, stepping onto the sidewalk and heading down the road. "So you looking forward to your tomorrow?"
"I'm not looking forward to the hangover, but I'm anxious about what Yuushi picked." Turning, he followed closely behind Shishido. He was also pretty pleased that Zaizen had allowed him back in their room, so the other might give him something too; of course, he didn't expect anything expensive from him since the other was more broke than him.
Shishido smirked slightly. "Aren't you lucky I know all the hangover-removal tricks then?" He boasted, resting his hands in his pockets. "How're things with Zaizen?' He asked it a little slowly, slightly unsure about whether it was something he should ask about.
"I only know one, and it's been working for me. I just don't like waking up feel like that," Kenya said with a laugh. He turned to look at Shishido at the next question, shrugging. "I suppose things are okay now. Keeps me from doing stupid things next time, at least. I deserved it the first time."
"I wouldn't know what that feels like," Shishido shrugged. He was one of the lucky ones who rarely got hangovers. "Ah... That's good then, at least." He had been a little worried that things would end up sour between them which would just make things hard at work.
"Well, at least I don't get hangovers much. It's only when I get drunk enough to do stupid things that the hangovers come." After all, he might not get that drunk; it had been a long time since social drinking happened quite a lot with his band despite him claiming not to drink much. He looked ahead, trying to see if there were any shops that looked like the one they were looking for. "How far is it?"
"Well maybe we won't get completely wasted tonight then," Shishido pointed out before giving a shrug. "Who know-- Oh, there it is." He pointed up to the next corner where the restaurant sat. "Looks fancier than Kaji said it was." He could just hear his wallet crying in his pocket.
Kenya looked at the place and whistled softly. It did look really fancy, and he wondered if it was really okay. They weren't underpaid, of course, but that didn't mean that they earned more than they needed either. He looked over at Shishido, tilting his head. "We could split the bill?"
Shishido considered it for a moment before flashing Kenya a sly grin. "If I see your wallet, I'll beat the crap outta you," He threatened in an almost kind tone.
"Was just offering, no need to threaten," Kenya said, almost whining as he pouted. The expression was gone rather quickly as he turned his attention back to the fancy restaurant in front of them. "So, are we going in or what?"
Shishido just laughed at the expression before nodding and stepping inside. He approached the waiter by the front door and gave his name -- he'd made sure to make reservations -- before they were led to their table. "You're allowed anything on the menu," he explained to Kenya once they were seated and handed their menus.
Kenya nodded, looking through the menu with a grin. He mentally crossed out anything that was too expensive despite what Shishido said; he leeched off people quite often, but usually only when he was sure that they could afford it and still have more than enough to survive on. "Have you decided on what you're getting?"
Shishido shook his head, quietly browsing the menu. "It all sounds so good," he said quietly, resisting the urge to lick his lips. Just reading about some of the dishes was making him hungry. The smells of everything coming from the patrons around him was making him even more so. "You?"
"The chicken cordon bleu looks good, and it sounds like a big serving. I'm probably going for that," Kenya commented, still flipping through the menu idly. He usually ate a few servings at one sitting, but he always held back when someone else was paying unless it was a buffet; even with Yuushi, he only ate one serving.
Shishido nodded slowly, turning the pages. "You want something to drink as well?" He asked without looking up from the drinks menu he had found. As much as he complained about just how much this all would cost him, Shishido was ignoring his crying wallet. As broke he was going to be afterwards, it was nice to be able to take a friend out to dinner. A nice dinner, not some cheap burger joint.
"Just iced water. We'll be drinking a lot later so I'll get hydrated in advance," Kenya said, grinning. Drinks at these places were overpriced anyway, and he knew that alcohol was dehydrating; he was still pretty strict about his training, even if not his eating habits.
"Alright then," Shishido said. It was good logic, so he decided against anything himself. Water was the best thing to drink with dinner anyway. He beckoned a waiter closer, double -checking his menu before placing his order and glancing at Kenya. "You?"
"Just the chicken cordon bleu," Kenya told the waiter, handing the menu over with a nod. The waiter repeated their orders before leaving their table, and he took the chance to look around. It definitely wasn't the kind of place he'd go to alone; he would go to cheap places so that he could eat more. "Thanks for dinner. I'll probably forget to say it later, so you get to hear it early."
"No problem," The bartender sat back in his seat, his spine dead straight out of habit - just because his dad was just an elementary school teacher didn't mean he hadn't brought his sons up strictly with etiquette. "So long as you enjoy yourself."
Kenya merely gave the other a bright smile but said nothing else. He wasn't too good with talking about these things, after all. "When do you leave for your competition anyway? You'll be packing tomorrow, right?"
Shishido thought for a moment, fighting the urge to run his hand through his hair. "Yeah, packing all day tomorrow," He said. "I meant to spend today packing as well but I couldn't be bothered. I leave... Friday lunchtime."
"I left a care package your door. You'll see it later," Kenya said. That was why he arrived after Shishido; he had been lurking around waiting for him to leave before putting the package down. It was mostly filled with snacks, though he was going to insist that Shishido only open it when he reached his destination.
"Care... package?" Shishido blinked, staring at Kenya rather blankly. He usually only got care packages from his brother when he was feeling particularly kind -- or his mother when she'd decided she missed her son too much -- not from people who lived in the same building as him.
"Yeah, so you don't miss me too much." Well, Shishido probably wouldn't have time to miss him with all the things to do there, but Kenya wanted to be sure that he wasn't starving. There were some mini cup noodles in the package too, just so he had something proper to eat. "You can't open it until you're there."
"Eh?" Shishido was feeling even more confused by the minute. "Why not? It better not be too big or I won't be taking any clothes with me." His flairing equipment already took up half of his small suitcase -- using a bigger one was pointless for a weekend trip to Hokkaido.
"It's to keep you from missing me, so what's the point of opening it here?" Kenya pointed out, looking around to see if their food was coming. He turned back to Shishido and shook his head. "It's not really big. About the size of six beer bottles."
Shishido leaned forward in his seat before nodding slowly. "I guess I will miss you, since I won't have access to the internet except at the airports," he said before sighing. "Fine, I'll take it with me."
"You might find it useful. The package is pretty light anyway." There wasn't too dificult, and Kenya was glad for that. He would bother Shishido on Friday morning just to be sure that he brought it along.
Their food arrived then, cutting off anymore conversation as Kenya started to stuff his face instead. He made an effort to eat slowly, but it was still pretty fast.
Shishido sighed and shook his head, a slight smile on his face as he started in on his own food, not speaking as he ate. Instead, he let his thoughts roam for a while, trying to create a mental inventory of what he needed to pack apart from his flairing equipment and now this package from Kenya. He knew he'd probably forget later, but he might as well try. "How much booze do we want?" He asked suddenly, swallowing down a mouthful.
"However much we need to get us both drunk. Seems like we'll be needing lot of that stuff," Kenya said, looking up. He wasn't the best drinker he knew, but he could drink quite a lot before he got drunk -- Shishido was probably the same. "Unless we're going for something more potent."
"Beer's cheaper though," He pointed out, resisting the urge to jab his fork in Kenya's direction. "Plus you can get some pretty high proof beer at the local liquor store."
"Okay, surprise me, bartender," Kenya quipped cheekily, a matching grin on his face. It was his favorite thing to do at bars, on the few occasions that he was there as a paying customer and not one of the performers; it was pretty fun to see what he would get.
Shishido smirked a little and leaned forward just a little, flourishing an arm in a bow. "As you wish," he replied before straightening back up to quickly finish his own food. "What's your favourite color?"
"I can never decide if it's red or white. I like both." His favorite colors invited a lot of jokes about him being patriotic, but he didn't see any problem with being proud of his heritage. It was better than wanting to be somewhere else, or someone else -- hell, even something else.
Shishido nodded slowly in though, staying silent for a moment before smiling. "I think I might have the perfect drink for you to try," he said. "Which I just so happen to have the ingredients for in my room." He hoped he had some Hypnotiq left, at least. He didn't drink it himself, but a Red, White and HYPNOTIQ Blue martini was part of his routine. "You can watch me practice a part of my routine as well."
"I'm in luck," Kenya teased with a grin before turning his attention back to his food. Everything was gone within a short period of time, almost like he inhaled it rather than ate. "This place is worth the price, that was one of the best chicken dishes I've had."
"The food here is really good," Shishido agreed as he called the waiter over, asking for the bill. The waiter left it on the table and the brunette picked it up without even looking at it. The price didn't matter to him. It never did if he was taking someone else out. Standing, he glanced at his company. "Shall we?"
Kenya nodded, a little surprised. Shishido was quite a fast eater himself; good thing he threw in a lot of food for Shishido's trip then, the brunette could have fun with them. "Yeah, let's go get ourselves wasted."
Shishido gave a laugh before paying for the bill and heading out of the restaurant. Dinner hadn't cost as much as he thought it would -- it still cost a fair bit but that was fine -- so it meant he had a little extra to buy more booze. "We need to get some beer," he pointed out. "Lots of it. I only have spirits in my room, and even then only the stuff I need for the drinks in my routine."
"Convenience store?" Kenya asked, looking around to see if there was any nearby. It was usually where he got his alcohol, at least, though Shishido might know a better place considering his profession. He didn't ask about the bill, since that was rude; he would just bring Shishido out for his birthday in return.
Shishido nodded. "Good a place as any," he said, not really keen on having to go walking around everywhere on a wild goose chase just for booze. "We passed one on the way here, I think." Somewhere back on the first block from the hotel, maybe.
"Let's go, then. I remember which one you're talking about." Kenya headed off, walking ahead but turning around every few minutes to make sure that Shishido was still behind him. He turned into the convenience store, grabbing a few snacks off the shelves as he headed for the alcohol section.
Shishido didn't protest about being left behind, just continuing to walk at his own pace. He arrived at the convenience store a couple of minutes after Kenya and headed straight for the alcohol section. "How much are we wanting?"
"I can drink quite a bit before I get drunk. A few bottles, if you're aiming for that," Kenya said, looking through the selection. He didn't exactly know what Shishido was looking for, so he settled for amusing himself by just looking.
Shishido nodded slowly, staying silent as he scanned through the selection. He knew he was probably being too influenced by his job by reading the information for every available option but he couldn't help it. Everything in the drink counted towards taste and quality and he didn't want to waste his money on stuff that wasn't worth it. In the end, he grabbed two six packs of the highest proof beer they had and handed them to Kenya before grabbing two more. "That should be enough."
Kenya nodded and balanced everything in his arms as he headed off to the counter. He dumped the snacks down to pay for them separately before Shishido got there; the other had paid for everything else, no reason for him to pay for his snacks as well.
"Oi, oi," Shishido gave a frown as he headed after him to the counter, lifting the bottles up. "And just what do you think you're doing?" He intended for his earlier threat about seeing Kenya's wallet to continue right until the very end of the night.
"Uh, showing her my ID?" Kenya attempted with sheepish grin. It seemed that Shishido didn't want him paying for snacks either, so he put his wallet away quickly before the man could go through with his threat.
"You don't look underage," Shishido pointed out as he shooed the blond away from the counter and dug out his own wallet. He quickly pulled out his ID when he was asked for it, mumbling in annoyance under his breath about discrimination towards shorter people as he paid. Once everything was paid for and his wallet back in his pocket, he handed the plastic bag holding the sweets to his companion before picking up the bags of the beer. "Let's go, Kenya."
Kenya took the bag with a grin, peering in to check that all his snacks were there. He just had dinner, so he left them alone and grabbed the last bag of alcohol before Shishido could say anything.
"I'm going to get used to you spoiling me if you keep it up," he said teasingly, smiling at Shishido.
Shishido smiled slightly, chuckling a little. "I wouldn't dream of taking Yuuushi's job," he said, liftong his foot to give Kenya a good kick. "Now let's go."
"What are you, a mule?" Kenya grumbled as he got kicked by the other. Yuushi was the one who spoiled him the most though, so he supposed it was his cousin's job -- the doctor also happened to be the one who teased him the most, unfortunately. He shifted the bags so that he could hold on to them comfortably, looking over at his companion."Back to the hotel, come on."
"I can always use my fist instead of my foot," Shishido pointed out. He always gave as good as he got, and Kenya had seen the evidence of just what he had gotten. The bartender shifted his hold as they left the store and made their way back. There was small idle chatter, but Shishido spent most of the team thinking about how he was glad that he was able to have a night like this before he left for the competition. It had been a long time since he had found someone he could trust and actually enjoy himself in the company of.
"Which one hurts more? I'll take the less painful option," Kenya quipped, heading into the hotel. It was nearer than he thought, or it could just have been him walking faster than usual. He turned back to make sure he didn't lose Shishido along the way, since the other was rather quiet for a change.
Shishido just gave a small laugh and shook his head, following after the blond. "Here, you can run ahead and let yourself in," He said, digging his keys out of his pocket and throwing them to Kenya. If only because it felt a little strange having someone constantly looking back to make sure he was still there.
Kenya grinned and caught the keys, dashing off once his fingers had closed around the piece of metal. It was more comfortable to run free than having to hold back and make sure he wasn't too fast, and it seemed that Shishido didn't mind even if many others did. He entered the room and settled on the bed, placing the keys beside him so they weren't out of reach when he wanted to return them.
Shishido just laughed quietly under his breath and shook his head as the blond ran off. He had to wonder where Kenya got all that energy sometimes, apart from stuffing his face full of snacks. He joined Kenya a few minutes later, pulling the door closed and placing down the bags he had been carrying by his bed. "Comfy there?"
"Yeah. So am I going to watch the bartender at work now?" Kenya asked, sitting up and handing the keys back over. It seemed that he ended up drinking on his birthday every year, though he didn't quite mind since it wasn't like he was a heavy drinker.
Shishido grinned and bowed with a flourish. "Just gimme a minute to get everything set up," he said before pulling a box out from under his bed, brushing away a spider that was sitting on the lion design on the top, before lifting it onto the bed and opening it. He pulled out a small stack of blue tins - his name engraved on the rim and the same lion as on the box printed on the side - and three bottles, each filled with a different colour alcohol. The only issue about doing this in his room was there was no solid surface to rest the bottles on but he figured he'd be able to manage. Maybe. "i think that's everything."
Kenya made sure his feet were clean before sitting cross-legged on the bed, watching Shishido work. The other's hands were quick, he noted idly -- it was probably from all the years of practice. "Don't think, move those hands and make me something," he demanded with a grin so that the other would know that he was merely joking.
"Yes, your majesty," Shishido said mockingly as he pulled his laptop out from under his bed and opened the lid, hitting play on the music player once it was loaded. It was a good track. Zaizen had done really well on it. He skipped ahead on the track before picking up one of the bottles and spinning it in his palm for a moment before he began, juggling the bottles and tins with various tricks thrown in for good measure until he was left holding a martini glass with red citrus vodka in the botttom and blue Hypnotiq on top. "Red, White and Blue Hypnotiq martini, sans the white. I don't have any coconut."
This was probably part of the routine, and Kenya made sure to keep a close eye on it just to see if he could learn anything. He clapped when the show was over, almost like an impressed young kid. "Doesn't matter, I'm here for the company anyway. What I drink isn't really important."
Shishido grinned, always one to like a good reply to his acts. "Drink up, anyway," he said. "It's got a nice kick to it once you get the vodka."
Kenya was obedient this once, doing as Shishido told him to. He took a large sip, swallowing and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "I could feel that going down."
Shishido grinned. "Good, huh?" He said before lifting out one of the six packs and pulling off two bottles. "Well... Shall we?"
The bottles were out, and Kenya drained the drink in his hand before putting the glass somewhere safe. He nodded to the bottles. "Yeah, sure."
Shishido made short work of the bottle lids before handing one bottle over to the blond and sitting down on the bed. "To you," he said, lifting his bottle slightly. "Another year older."
"People will be hoping that I'd be wiser too," Kenya commented, lifting his own bottle and clanking them together noisily. He pulled back and took a long swig, sighing when he had swallowed. "Beer's best when it's cold."
"Wisdom. Who needs it?" Shishido lifted the bottle to his lips, swallowing a mouthful before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Even better ice cold. But... beggars can't be choosers."
"Still good as it is now." It was too troublesome to get the beer ice cold anyway, and Kenya didn't have the patience for that. He took another mouthful before setting his bottle aside. "And we don't need wisdom, we've got our own special charm."
There was no other way to explain the girls fawning over him, though he didn't know about Shishido.
Shishido hummed in agreement, in the process of taking another mouthful. "Some would say I have no charm," he commented with a shrug. He disagreed, of course. It took charm to be a flair bartender.
"You have too much for them to handle," Kenya commented with a grin, ruffling Shishido's hair as he laughed loudly. He had always thought that bartenders who did all the fancy flairing stuff were pretty charming, though it was different for each of them; Shishido was probably charming in a brash impatient way, not unlike himself.
Shishido gave a pout and half-heartedly swatted at the hand in his hair. It didn't really bother him, though it did feel a little patronizing; like Kenya was treating him like a kid. "Yeah, well..." He trailed off, trying to think of a comeback, but, when he came up short, he settled on poking his tongue out at the blond before taking another sip of his beer.
Kenya stuck his tongue back out at the brunette and took a mouthful of beer as well, swallowing with a pleased sigh. He finished the rest of the bottle since it was losing its chill, holding the empty bottle out in demand of more beer; he could do that on his own, but it was his early birthday celebration and he could act like a brat if he wanted to.
Shishido cocked an eyebrow at the bottle before chuckling and setting his own down. He considered telling Kenya to do it himself, but he figured it was the guy's birthday tomorrow so he might as well be a little kind. He grabbed the empty bottle and stood up, grabbing two bottles and chucking one over to his company, keeping the other for himself so he wouldn't have to get up again when he finished his first.
"Thanks. For dinner and everything else, too," Kenya mumbled, seemingly a little awkward. He wasn't quite used to showing his gratitude openly, and it embarrassed him a little. Still, Shishido was really pampering him even if they've only known each other for a short period of time. "So, are we going to sit around and get drunk or something?"
Shishido stared at him for a moment before grinning. "No problem," He said, gulping down the last of his first bottle. "I've been needing an excuse to go out. And hell, why not? It's not like we don't have enough to drink."
"Yeah. It's not my fault if you embarrass yourself though," Kenya warned after a mouthful. Drunk people tended to do that, even Zaizen; it was pretty cute though, in his opinion.
"I'll probably end up doing whatever the hell you do," Shishido shrugged and opened his next bottle. He hated the sort of drunk he was, because people took advantage of it so much. But it wasn't like Kenya was gonna do anything... right?
It took a while before Kenya started to feel the urge to do something stupid. He grabbed the sheet from the spare bed in one quick movement and tied it behind him, grinning the entire time. "Look, I'm a superhero. Like The Flash."
...Maybe that stupid urge just meant that he was drunk.
Shishido couldn't help but mirror Kenya's grin and laughed. "The Flash isn't a superhero," he said, getting off the bed and walking - only making one small stumble - closer to the blond. "And he doesn't have a cape either... Does he? I can't remember. Huh. Oh well. Point is, he's not a superhero!"
"He's not, but I am! Speed is power!" Kenya proclaimed, swaying a little as he stood still. Maybe he ought to move around so he wasn't swaying, but he didn't really bother. He grabbed the pillow and smacked Shishido with it. "Come on, pick your weapon."
"Woah!" Shishido cried out as he almost toppled over from the hit from the pillow and pouted indignantly in Kenya's direction as he steadied himself. "That was unfair!" He quickly grabbed the pillow from his own bed, ignoring the way his head spun from the quick movement, before aiming for Kenya's legs. "Besides! Speed isn't power. Power is power!"
"Doesn't matter, I have both!" The pillow was swung in Shishido's direction once more, the grin on Kenya's face widening as the other grabbed his own pillow. Wait, superheroes covered their faces. Kenya looked around before settling for pulling the sheet over his head instead, still swinging the pillow at Shishido with one hand.
Shishido held his pillow up in front of him as a shield, laughing too hard already to even attempt to hit back. "Oi, oi, truce, truce!" He called, peeking up over the top of his pillow before ducking back underneath. Hm. Didn't all superheroes have an arch enemy? Well, there was no one else around, and he was the one being attacked so that must mean... He was the evil villian in this storyline! Now he just needed a superevilvillian name and a superevilvillian plan and a superevilvillian outfit.
"Surrender, Mr... Bartender! You won't defeat me!" And the game had started. Two drunk men had started acting like children.
Mr Bartender? Well... Okay. Shishido grinned and quickly moved away, running around to the other side of his bed and grabbing one of the tea towels from work the night before off his bedside table, holding it by one corner and spinning it around to roll it up. "C'mon, Flash!" He called, grabbing one of his canvas belts off his bed and tying it around his head.
Uh oh, Shishido was ready for battle. Kenya paused, and then he did the thing that he did best: he dashed off, into the corridor.
"Oi, you!" Shishido yelled after him before chasing him. "Get back here!"
"You'll have to catch me!" Kenya stumbled a little as he turned the corner, but managed to catch himself before he fell. He turned back, pleased to see that Shishido was nowhere near. "If you can."
Shishido frowned as Kenya went out of view before yelling out as he barely managed to stop himself from running into the wall, stopping himself with his hands before bolting after the blond. "Get back here you crazy blond!" He yelled, grinning wide. "Aren't the villians meant to be the ones running away?"
"But you'd be too slow and I'd catch you anyway!" Kenya yelled, still running and swinging the pillow around. There were feathers flying, but he really didn't have time to stop to pick them up -- actually, he might have enough time but he wasn't going to risk it. He stopped when he rounded the next corner, holding his pillow in a plan to ambush Shishido.
"That's what you think!" Shishido knew it'd be futile to try outrun Kenya but it didn't mean he couldn't talk big. He took no extra precaution when he rounded the next corner, but gave a small yelp when he was suddenly faced with the blond.
"Haha, got you!" Kenya announced victoriously, swinging his pillow down on the smaller man. They were somehow near the lobby, but none of them cared. "Run while you can!"
Shishido ducked and held his hands over his head as he almost stumbled over from the strike before grabbing a hold of both ends of his teatowel he was still holding tightly to and whipping at the blond's legs. "I'll never run!"
"Fine! I'll run!" And the blond did just that, running through the lobby; it was thankfully empty, with just the reception staff at the counter. "You'll never catch me!"
Shishido blinked as Kenya took off again before yelling out and chasing after him. "Get back here!" In reality, there was no point in even trying to catch him. It was kinda fun though.
Kenya shook his head as he ran, not really thinking about where he was going. He just liked running, so this was fine by him despite how everything was a little blurry. At least he didn't run into anything, not yet.
Shishido gave a pout as he slowed to a walk, one hand holding his side. Okay, so maybe running around the hotel after consuming a large amount of alcohol wasn't the best idea. "Kenyaaaa," he called, stopping and hanging his teatowel over his shoulder. "Carry me baaaaack."
"Carry yourself back!" Kenya yelled, but stopped anyway. He grinned suddenly, stumbling a little as he went to Shishido. The other never said how he should carry him.
Heading over, he picked Shishido up and slung him over a shoulder. "Let's go, bedtime."
"I can't carry my-- woah!" Shishido flailed slightly as he was suddenly picked of the ground and struggled a little before realizing that maybe wriggling while he was being held off the ground was not the best idea. His face was reddening slowly but he convinced himself it was because the blood was rushing to his head rather than because he felt like a doll.
"Bedtiiiime," Kenya called once more, dragging the word out this time as he started running. He managed to get to the room without getting either of them injured, thankfully. Dumping Shishido on the bed, he flopped right beside the other, curling up.
As soon as he was on his bed, Shishido grabbed his pillow and hugged it tight to his chest. He rolled onto his side so that he was facing Kenya and grinned. "Happy birthday~!" He chimed before whacking the blond with the pillow.
There was a long silence, almost as if Kenya was already asleep. Slowly, he shifted, turning to face Shishido with a sloppy grin. "Thanks, it was one of the most fun ones I've had."
Shishido hugged the pillow to his chest again. "Good," he said quietly before giving a wide yawn. "Sleepy..."
"Yeah, me too. Night," Kenya mumbled, curling back up so his back faced Shishido. His heart was still beating quite loudly from their run, and he listened to the sound, eventually lured to sleep by it.
What: An early birthday celebration with a pillow fight!
When: 16 March.
Where: Shishido's room, and across the hotel.
Rating: PG.
Shishido stared into his wallet almost mournfully as he waited in the lobby. Sunday had cost him a fair bit and he had a feeling tonight wasn't going to be cheap either and he was leaving for Hokkaido in just over two days. Saitou better be paying for my meals, he thought almost bitterly before shaking his head and pocketing his wallet again.
He was smartly dressed -- black slacks with a white dress shirt -- as one should be when going out for dinner. His hair was spiked in controlled spikes, having just been trimmed earlier that morning, and he was glad that he no longer had to rely on crutches to balance -- as fun as they had been.
Almost impatiently, he slid his sleeve up to check the watch set on his left wrist before pocketing his hands. He was a few minutes early so he really had no right to be getting impatient, but he hated being made to wait.
Thankfully, the wait wasn't long as Kenya was there on the dot. He personally hated waited, so he wouldn't make anyone else wait for him either. He grinned as he spotted Shishido, running over. "No more crutches, huh? Did you get to keep them?"
It was then that he realized what Shishido was wearing, and he was now glad that he had chosen a green shirt for the day instead of his favorite white one; they would have looked stupid going for dinner together in similar clothing.
Shishido shook his head, giving a slight pout. "I was hoping I would, though," he said. "I could've used them on Sunday to get back at Saitou and Kaji for being assholes." Not that it would've worked, really. "Anyway, we going? I'd like to eat sometime soon."
Kenya nodded quickly at the mention of food, he was getting pretty hungry. He hurried over to the exit before he had to stop and look around, turning to Shishido when he wasn't sure which way to go. "So, where are you taking me on this lovely evening?"
Shishido dug in his pocket for his phone as he followed the blond, flipping it open and hitting a few buttons. "I haven't been there myself, but there's a restaurant a few blocks from here that Kaji said was quite good," he explained, pocketing his phone again after memorizing the address. "Which is saying a lot because he's a picky eater."
"We'll have to find out for ourselves, but a picky eater's reccomendation should be pretty good," Kenya agreed, still looking around. He turned to Shishido finally, waiting for him to lead the way. They had talked about getting drunk today, and Kenya couldn't help wondering what his drunken mind would come up with; hopefully it wouldn't get them fired.
The bartender looked around for a moment before finally picking on a direction. "This way," he said, stepping onto the sidewalk and heading down the road. "So you looking forward to your tomorrow?"
"I'm not looking forward to the hangover, but I'm anxious about what Yuushi picked." Turning, he followed closely behind Shishido. He was also pretty pleased that Zaizen had allowed him back in their room, so the other might give him something too; of course, he didn't expect anything expensive from him since the other was more broke than him.
Shishido smirked slightly. "Aren't you lucky I know all the hangover-removal tricks then?" He boasted, resting his hands in his pockets. "How're things with Zaizen?' He asked it a little slowly, slightly unsure about whether it was something he should ask about.
"I only know one, and it's been working for me. I just don't like waking up feel like that," Kenya said with a laugh. He turned to look at Shishido at the next question, shrugging. "I suppose things are okay now. Keeps me from doing stupid things next time, at least. I deserved it the first time."
"I wouldn't know what that feels like," Shishido shrugged. He was one of the lucky ones who rarely got hangovers. "Ah... That's good then, at least." He had been a little worried that things would end up sour between them which would just make things hard at work.
"Well, at least I don't get hangovers much. It's only when I get drunk enough to do stupid things that the hangovers come." After all, he might not get that drunk; it had been a long time since social drinking happened quite a lot with his band despite him claiming not to drink much. He looked ahead, trying to see if there were any shops that looked like the one they were looking for. "How far is it?"
"Well maybe we won't get completely wasted tonight then," Shishido pointed out before giving a shrug. "Who know-- Oh, there it is." He pointed up to the next corner where the restaurant sat. "Looks fancier than Kaji said it was." He could just hear his wallet crying in his pocket.
Kenya looked at the place and whistled softly. It did look really fancy, and he wondered if it was really okay. They weren't underpaid, of course, but that didn't mean that they earned more than they needed either. He looked over at Shishido, tilting his head. "We could split the bill?"
Shishido considered it for a moment before flashing Kenya a sly grin. "If I see your wallet, I'll beat the crap outta you," He threatened in an almost kind tone.
"Was just offering, no need to threaten," Kenya said, almost whining as he pouted. The expression was gone rather quickly as he turned his attention back to the fancy restaurant in front of them. "So, are we going in or what?"
Shishido just laughed at the expression before nodding and stepping inside. He approached the waiter by the front door and gave his name -- he'd made sure to make reservations -- before they were led to their table. "You're allowed anything on the menu," he explained to Kenya once they were seated and handed their menus.
Kenya nodded, looking through the menu with a grin. He mentally crossed out anything that was too expensive despite what Shishido said; he leeched off people quite often, but usually only when he was sure that they could afford it and still have more than enough to survive on. "Have you decided on what you're getting?"
Shishido shook his head, quietly browsing the menu. "It all sounds so good," he said quietly, resisting the urge to lick his lips. Just reading about some of the dishes was making him hungry. The smells of everything coming from the patrons around him was making him even more so. "You?"
"The chicken cordon bleu looks good, and it sounds like a big serving. I'm probably going for that," Kenya commented, still flipping through the menu idly. He usually ate a few servings at one sitting, but he always held back when someone else was paying unless it was a buffet; even with Yuushi, he only ate one serving.
Shishido nodded slowly, turning the pages. "You want something to drink as well?" He asked without looking up from the drinks menu he had found. As much as he complained about just how much this all would cost him, Shishido was ignoring his crying wallet. As broke he was going to be afterwards, it was nice to be able to take a friend out to dinner. A nice dinner, not some cheap burger joint.
"Just iced water. We'll be drinking a lot later so I'll get hydrated in advance," Kenya said, grinning. Drinks at these places were overpriced anyway, and he knew that alcohol was dehydrating; he was still pretty strict about his training, even if not his eating habits.
"Alright then," Shishido said. It was good logic, so he decided against anything himself. Water was the best thing to drink with dinner anyway. He beckoned a waiter closer, double -checking his menu before placing his order and glancing at Kenya. "You?"
"Just the chicken cordon bleu," Kenya told the waiter, handing the menu over with a nod. The waiter repeated their orders before leaving their table, and he took the chance to look around. It definitely wasn't the kind of place he'd go to alone; he would go to cheap places so that he could eat more. "Thanks for dinner. I'll probably forget to say it later, so you get to hear it early."
"No problem," The bartender sat back in his seat, his spine dead straight out of habit - just because his dad was just an elementary school teacher didn't mean he hadn't brought his sons up strictly with etiquette. "So long as you enjoy yourself."
Kenya merely gave the other a bright smile but said nothing else. He wasn't too good with talking about these things, after all. "When do you leave for your competition anyway? You'll be packing tomorrow, right?"
Shishido thought for a moment, fighting the urge to run his hand through his hair. "Yeah, packing all day tomorrow," He said. "I meant to spend today packing as well but I couldn't be bothered. I leave... Friday lunchtime."
"I left a care package your door. You'll see it later," Kenya said. That was why he arrived after Shishido; he had been lurking around waiting for him to leave before putting the package down. It was mostly filled with snacks, though he was going to insist that Shishido only open it when he reached his destination.
"Care... package?" Shishido blinked, staring at Kenya rather blankly. He usually only got care packages from his brother when he was feeling particularly kind -- or his mother when she'd decided she missed her son too much -- not from people who lived in the same building as him.
"Yeah, so you don't miss me too much." Well, Shishido probably wouldn't have time to miss him with all the things to do there, but Kenya wanted to be sure that he wasn't starving. There were some mini cup noodles in the package too, just so he had something proper to eat. "You can't open it until you're there."
"Eh?" Shishido was feeling even more confused by the minute. "Why not? It better not be too big or I won't be taking any clothes with me." His flairing equipment already took up half of his small suitcase -- using a bigger one was pointless for a weekend trip to Hokkaido.
"It's to keep you from missing me, so what's the point of opening it here?" Kenya pointed out, looking around to see if their food was coming. He turned back to Shishido and shook his head. "It's not really big. About the size of six beer bottles."
Shishido leaned forward in his seat before nodding slowly. "I guess I will miss you, since I won't have access to the internet except at the airports," he said before sighing. "Fine, I'll take it with me."
"You might find it useful. The package is pretty light anyway." There wasn't too dificult, and Kenya was glad for that. He would bother Shishido on Friday morning just to be sure that he brought it along.
Their food arrived then, cutting off anymore conversation as Kenya started to stuff his face instead. He made an effort to eat slowly, but it was still pretty fast.
Shishido sighed and shook his head, a slight smile on his face as he started in on his own food, not speaking as he ate. Instead, he let his thoughts roam for a while, trying to create a mental inventory of what he needed to pack apart from his flairing equipment and now this package from Kenya. He knew he'd probably forget later, but he might as well try. "How much booze do we want?" He asked suddenly, swallowing down a mouthful.
"However much we need to get us both drunk. Seems like we'll be needing lot of that stuff," Kenya said, looking up. He wasn't the best drinker he knew, but he could drink quite a lot before he got drunk -- Shishido was probably the same. "Unless we're going for something more potent."
"Beer's cheaper though," He pointed out, resisting the urge to jab his fork in Kenya's direction. "Plus you can get some pretty high proof beer at the local liquor store."
"Okay, surprise me, bartender," Kenya quipped cheekily, a matching grin on his face. It was his favorite thing to do at bars, on the few occasions that he was there as a paying customer and not one of the performers; it was pretty fun to see what he would get.
Shishido smirked a little and leaned forward just a little, flourishing an arm in a bow. "As you wish," he replied before straightening back up to quickly finish his own food. "What's your favourite color?"
"I can never decide if it's red or white. I like both." His favorite colors invited a lot of jokes about him being patriotic, but he didn't see any problem with being proud of his heritage. It was better than wanting to be somewhere else, or someone else -- hell, even something else.
Shishido nodded slowly in though, staying silent for a moment before smiling. "I think I might have the perfect drink for you to try," he said. "Which I just so happen to have the ingredients for in my room." He hoped he had some Hypnotiq left, at least. He didn't drink it himself, but a Red, White and HYPNOTIQ Blue martini was part of his routine. "You can watch me practice a part of my routine as well."
"I'm in luck," Kenya teased with a grin before turning his attention back to his food. Everything was gone within a short period of time, almost like he inhaled it rather than ate. "This place is worth the price, that was one of the best chicken dishes I've had."
"The food here is really good," Shishido agreed as he called the waiter over, asking for the bill. The waiter left it on the table and the brunette picked it up without even looking at it. The price didn't matter to him. It never did if he was taking someone else out. Standing, he glanced at his company. "Shall we?"
Kenya nodded, a little surprised. Shishido was quite a fast eater himself; good thing he threw in a lot of food for Shishido's trip then, the brunette could have fun with them. "Yeah, let's go get ourselves wasted."
Shishido gave a laugh before paying for the bill and heading out of the restaurant. Dinner hadn't cost as much as he thought it would -- it still cost a fair bit but that was fine -- so it meant he had a little extra to buy more booze. "We need to get some beer," he pointed out. "Lots of it. I only have spirits in my room, and even then only the stuff I need for the drinks in my routine."
"Convenience store?" Kenya asked, looking around to see if there was any nearby. It was usually where he got his alcohol, at least, though Shishido might know a better place considering his profession. He didn't ask about the bill, since that was rude; he would just bring Shishido out for his birthday in return.
Shishido nodded. "Good a place as any," he said, not really keen on having to go walking around everywhere on a wild goose chase just for booze. "We passed one on the way here, I think." Somewhere back on the first block from the hotel, maybe.
"Let's go, then. I remember which one you're talking about." Kenya headed off, walking ahead but turning around every few minutes to make sure that Shishido was still behind him. He turned into the convenience store, grabbing a few snacks off the shelves as he headed for the alcohol section.
Shishido didn't protest about being left behind, just continuing to walk at his own pace. He arrived at the convenience store a couple of minutes after Kenya and headed straight for the alcohol section. "How much are we wanting?"
"I can drink quite a bit before I get drunk. A few bottles, if you're aiming for that," Kenya said, looking through the selection. He didn't exactly know what Shishido was looking for, so he settled for amusing himself by just looking.
Shishido nodded slowly, staying silent as he scanned through the selection. He knew he was probably being too influenced by his job by reading the information for every available option but he couldn't help it. Everything in the drink counted towards taste and quality and he didn't want to waste his money on stuff that wasn't worth it. In the end, he grabbed two six packs of the highest proof beer they had and handed them to Kenya before grabbing two more. "That should be enough."
Kenya nodded and balanced everything in his arms as he headed off to the counter. He dumped the snacks down to pay for them separately before Shishido got there; the other had paid for everything else, no reason for him to pay for his snacks as well.
"Oi, oi," Shishido gave a frown as he headed after him to the counter, lifting the bottles up. "And just what do you think you're doing?" He intended for his earlier threat about seeing Kenya's wallet to continue right until the very end of the night.
"Uh, showing her my ID?" Kenya attempted with sheepish grin. It seemed that Shishido didn't want him paying for snacks either, so he put his wallet away quickly before the man could go through with his threat.
"You don't look underage," Shishido pointed out as he shooed the blond away from the counter and dug out his own wallet. He quickly pulled out his ID when he was asked for it, mumbling in annoyance under his breath about discrimination towards shorter people as he paid. Once everything was paid for and his wallet back in his pocket, he handed the plastic bag holding the sweets to his companion before picking up the bags of the beer. "Let's go, Kenya."
Kenya took the bag with a grin, peering in to check that all his snacks were there. He just had dinner, so he left them alone and grabbed the last bag of alcohol before Shishido could say anything.
"I'm going to get used to you spoiling me if you keep it up," he said teasingly, smiling at Shishido.
Shishido smiled slightly, chuckling a little. "I wouldn't dream of taking Yuuushi's job," he said, liftong his foot to give Kenya a good kick. "Now let's go."
"What are you, a mule?" Kenya grumbled as he got kicked by the other. Yuushi was the one who spoiled him the most though, so he supposed it was his cousin's job -- the doctor also happened to be the one who teased him the most, unfortunately. He shifted the bags so that he could hold on to them comfortably, looking over at his companion."Back to the hotel, come on."
"I can always use my fist instead of my foot," Shishido pointed out. He always gave as good as he got, and Kenya had seen the evidence of just what he had gotten. The bartender shifted his hold as they left the store and made their way back. There was small idle chatter, but Shishido spent most of the team thinking about how he was glad that he was able to have a night like this before he left for the competition. It had been a long time since he had found someone he could trust and actually enjoy himself in the company of.
"Which one hurts more? I'll take the less painful option," Kenya quipped, heading into the hotel. It was nearer than he thought, or it could just have been him walking faster than usual. He turned back to make sure he didn't lose Shishido along the way, since the other was rather quiet for a change.
Shishido just gave a small laugh and shook his head, following after the blond. "Here, you can run ahead and let yourself in," He said, digging his keys out of his pocket and throwing them to Kenya. If only because it felt a little strange having someone constantly looking back to make sure he was still there.
Kenya grinned and caught the keys, dashing off once his fingers had closed around the piece of metal. It was more comfortable to run free than having to hold back and make sure he wasn't too fast, and it seemed that Shishido didn't mind even if many others did. He entered the room and settled on the bed, placing the keys beside him so they weren't out of reach when he wanted to return them.
Shishido just laughed quietly under his breath and shook his head as the blond ran off. He had to wonder where Kenya got all that energy sometimes, apart from stuffing his face full of snacks. He joined Kenya a few minutes later, pulling the door closed and placing down the bags he had been carrying by his bed. "Comfy there?"
"Yeah. So am I going to watch the bartender at work now?" Kenya asked, sitting up and handing the keys back over. It seemed that he ended up drinking on his birthday every year, though he didn't quite mind since it wasn't like he was a heavy drinker.
Shishido grinned and bowed with a flourish. "Just gimme a minute to get everything set up," he said before pulling a box out from under his bed, brushing away a spider that was sitting on the lion design on the top, before lifting it onto the bed and opening it. He pulled out a small stack of blue tins - his name engraved on the rim and the same lion as on the box printed on the side - and three bottles, each filled with a different colour alcohol. The only issue about doing this in his room was there was no solid surface to rest the bottles on but he figured he'd be able to manage. Maybe. "i think that's everything."
Kenya made sure his feet were clean before sitting cross-legged on the bed, watching Shishido work. The other's hands were quick, he noted idly -- it was probably from all the years of practice. "Don't think, move those hands and make me something," he demanded with a grin so that the other would know that he was merely joking.
"Yes, your majesty," Shishido said mockingly as he pulled his laptop out from under his bed and opened the lid, hitting play on the music player once it was loaded. It was a good track. Zaizen had done really well on it. He skipped ahead on the track before picking up one of the bottles and spinning it in his palm for a moment before he began, juggling the bottles and tins with various tricks thrown in for good measure until he was left holding a martini glass with red citrus vodka in the botttom and blue Hypnotiq on top. "Red, White and Blue Hypnotiq martini, sans the white. I don't have any coconut."
This was probably part of the routine, and Kenya made sure to keep a close eye on it just to see if he could learn anything. He clapped when the show was over, almost like an impressed young kid. "Doesn't matter, I'm here for the company anyway. What I drink isn't really important."
Shishido grinned, always one to like a good reply to his acts. "Drink up, anyway," he said. "It's got a nice kick to it once you get the vodka."
Kenya was obedient this once, doing as Shishido told him to. He took a large sip, swallowing and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "I could feel that going down."
Shishido grinned. "Good, huh?" He said before lifting out one of the six packs and pulling off two bottles. "Well... Shall we?"
The bottles were out, and Kenya drained the drink in his hand before putting the glass somewhere safe. He nodded to the bottles. "Yeah, sure."
Shishido made short work of the bottle lids before handing one bottle over to the blond and sitting down on the bed. "To you," he said, lifting his bottle slightly. "Another year older."
"People will be hoping that I'd be wiser too," Kenya commented, lifting his own bottle and clanking them together noisily. He pulled back and took a long swig, sighing when he had swallowed. "Beer's best when it's cold."
"Wisdom. Who needs it?" Shishido lifted the bottle to his lips, swallowing a mouthful before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Even better ice cold. But... beggars can't be choosers."
"Still good as it is now." It was too troublesome to get the beer ice cold anyway, and Kenya didn't have the patience for that. He took another mouthful before setting his bottle aside. "And we don't need wisdom, we've got our own special charm."
There was no other way to explain the girls fawning over him, though he didn't know about Shishido.
Shishido hummed in agreement, in the process of taking another mouthful. "Some would say I have no charm," he commented with a shrug. He disagreed, of course. It took charm to be a flair bartender.
"You have too much for them to handle," Kenya commented with a grin, ruffling Shishido's hair as he laughed loudly. He had always thought that bartenders who did all the fancy flairing stuff were pretty charming, though it was different for each of them; Shishido was probably charming in a brash impatient way, not unlike himself.
Shishido gave a pout and half-heartedly swatted at the hand in his hair. It didn't really bother him, though it did feel a little patronizing; like Kenya was treating him like a kid. "Yeah, well..." He trailed off, trying to think of a comeback, but, when he came up short, he settled on poking his tongue out at the blond before taking another sip of his beer.
Kenya stuck his tongue back out at the brunette and took a mouthful of beer as well, swallowing with a pleased sigh. He finished the rest of the bottle since it was losing its chill, holding the empty bottle out in demand of more beer; he could do that on his own, but it was his early birthday celebration and he could act like a brat if he wanted to.
Shishido cocked an eyebrow at the bottle before chuckling and setting his own down. He considered telling Kenya to do it himself, but he figured it was the guy's birthday tomorrow so he might as well be a little kind. He grabbed the empty bottle and stood up, grabbing two bottles and chucking one over to his company, keeping the other for himself so he wouldn't have to get up again when he finished his first.
"Thanks. For dinner and everything else, too," Kenya mumbled, seemingly a little awkward. He wasn't quite used to showing his gratitude openly, and it embarrassed him a little. Still, Shishido was really pampering him even if they've only known each other for a short period of time. "So, are we going to sit around and get drunk or something?"
Shishido stared at him for a moment before grinning. "No problem," He said, gulping down the last of his first bottle. "I've been needing an excuse to go out. And hell, why not? It's not like we don't have enough to drink."
"Yeah. It's not my fault if you embarrass yourself though," Kenya warned after a mouthful. Drunk people tended to do that, even Zaizen; it was pretty cute though, in his opinion.
"I'll probably end up doing whatever the hell you do," Shishido shrugged and opened his next bottle. He hated the sort of drunk he was, because people took advantage of it so much. But it wasn't like Kenya was gonna do anything... right?
It took a while before Kenya started to feel the urge to do something stupid. He grabbed the sheet from the spare bed in one quick movement and tied it behind him, grinning the entire time. "Look, I'm a superhero. Like The Flash."
...Maybe that stupid urge just meant that he was drunk.
Shishido couldn't help but mirror Kenya's grin and laughed. "The Flash isn't a superhero," he said, getting off the bed and walking - only making one small stumble - closer to the blond. "And he doesn't have a cape either... Does he? I can't remember. Huh. Oh well. Point is, he's not a superhero!"
"He's not, but I am! Speed is power!" Kenya proclaimed, swaying a little as he stood still. Maybe he ought to move around so he wasn't swaying, but he didn't really bother. He grabbed the pillow and smacked Shishido with it. "Come on, pick your weapon."
"Woah!" Shishido cried out as he almost toppled over from the hit from the pillow and pouted indignantly in Kenya's direction as he steadied himself. "That was unfair!" He quickly grabbed the pillow from his own bed, ignoring the way his head spun from the quick movement, before aiming for Kenya's legs. "Besides! Speed isn't power. Power is power!"
"Doesn't matter, I have both!" The pillow was swung in Shishido's direction once more, the grin on Kenya's face widening as the other grabbed his own pillow. Wait, superheroes covered their faces. Kenya looked around before settling for pulling the sheet over his head instead, still swinging the pillow at Shishido with one hand.
Shishido held his pillow up in front of him as a shield, laughing too hard already to even attempt to hit back. "Oi, oi, truce, truce!" He called, peeking up over the top of his pillow before ducking back underneath. Hm. Didn't all superheroes have an arch enemy? Well, there was no one else around, and he was the one being attacked so that must mean... He was the evil villian in this storyline! Now he just needed a superevilvillian name and a superevilvillian plan and a superevilvillian outfit.
"Surrender, Mr... Bartender! You won't defeat me!" And the game had started. Two drunk men had started acting like children.
Mr Bartender? Well... Okay. Shishido grinned and quickly moved away, running around to the other side of his bed and grabbing one of the tea towels from work the night before off his bedside table, holding it by one corner and spinning it around to roll it up. "C'mon, Flash!" He called, grabbing one of his canvas belts off his bed and tying it around his head.
Uh oh, Shishido was ready for battle. Kenya paused, and then he did the thing that he did best: he dashed off, into the corridor.
"Oi, you!" Shishido yelled after him before chasing him. "Get back here!"
"You'll have to catch me!" Kenya stumbled a little as he turned the corner, but managed to catch himself before he fell. He turned back, pleased to see that Shishido was nowhere near. "If you can."
Shishido frowned as Kenya went out of view before yelling out as he barely managed to stop himself from running into the wall, stopping himself with his hands before bolting after the blond. "Get back here you crazy blond!" He yelled, grinning wide. "Aren't the villians meant to be the ones running away?"
"But you'd be too slow and I'd catch you anyway!" Kenya yelled, still running and swinging the pillow around. There were feathers flying, but he really didn't have time to stop to pick them up -- actually, he might have enough time but he wasn't going to risk it. He stopped when he rounded the next corner, holding his pillow in a plan to ambush Shishido.
"That's what you think!" Shishido knew it'd be futile to try outrun Kenya but it didn't mean he couldn't talk big. He took no extra precaution when he rounded the next corner, but gave a small yelp when he was suddenly faced with the blond.
"Haha, got you!" Kenya announced victoriously, swinging his pillow down on the smaller man. They were somehow near the lobby, but none of them cared. "Run while you can!"
Shishido ducked and held his hands over his head as he almost stumbled over from the strike before grabbing a hold of both ends of his teatowel he was still holding tightly to and whipping at the blond's legs. "I'll never run!"
"Fine! I'll run!" And the blond did just that, running through the lobby; it was thankfully empty, with just the reception staff at the counter. "You'll never catch me!"
Shishido blinked as Kenya took off again before yelling out and chasing after him. "Get back here!" In reality, there was no point in even trying to catch him. It was kinda fun though.
Kenya shook his head as he ran, not really thinking about where he was going. He just liked running, so this was fine by him despite how everything was a little blurry. At least he didn't run into anything, not yet.
Shishido gave a pout as he slowed to a walk, one hand holding his side. Okay, so maybe running around the hotel after consuming a large amount of alcohol wasn't the best idea. "Kenyaaaa," he called, stopping and hanging his teatowel over his shoulder. "Carry me baaaaack."
"Carry yourself back!" Kenya yelled, but stopped anyway. He grinned suddenly, stumbling a little as he went to Shishido. The other never said how he should carry him.
Heading over, he picked Shishido up and slung him over a shoulder. "Let's go, bedtime."
"I can't carry my-- woah!" Shishido flailed slightly as he was suddenly picked of the ground and struggled a little before realizing that maybe wriggling while he was being held off the ground was not the best idea. His face was reddening slowly but he convinced himself it was because the blood was rushing to his head rather than because he felt like a doll.
"Bedtiiiime," Kenya called once more, dragging the word out this time as he started running. He managed to get to the room without getting either of them injured, thankfully. Dumping Shishido on the bed, he flopped right beside the other, curling up.
As soon as he was on his bed, Shishido grabbed his pillow and hugged it tight to his chest. He rolled onto his side so that he was facing Kenya and grinned. "Happy birthday~!" He chimed before whacking the blond with the pillow.
There was a long silence, almost as if Kenya was already asleep. Slowly, he shifted, turning to face Shishido with a sloppy grin. "Thanks, it was one of the most fun ones I've had."
Shishido hugged the pillow to his chest again. "Good," he said quietly before giving a wide yawn. "Sleepy..."
"Yeah, me too. Night," Kenya mumbled, curling back up so his back faced Shishido. His heart was still beating quite loudly from their run, and he listened to the sound, eventually lured to sleep by it.