John had asked the Carrier to bring him directly to Apollo's rooms. He had to. There was no way he'd find them from the Junction room, as plastered as he was.
Sake, he'd discovered, was good stuff!
It took him a moment to figure out where he was, exactly, when he stepped through the Door. Until he focused on Apollo and grinned. "Hey!"
He stumbled over to the couch and flopped down beside Apollo. Of course, 'beside' ended up being more like 'half in his lap', but his depth perception was a wee bit off tonight.
The bright shimmer of the Door is too familiar to trigger Apollo's instinct to kill without thinking. So John's lucky that when he staggers into the room, Apollo hasn't actually moved except to watch who is coming in.
"Hey."
And wow, he can smell the booze from here. Smell it better when John crashes into the couch with a grin and that dinstinctly boneless flop that only the drunk get.
"Kobuki!" John grinned and since he was mostly there anyway, flopped over to lay in Apollo lap and grin dizzily up at him. "Theatre. With make-up and dancing. I think. Sounds pretty."
"Hey! I'm gonna be best man in a wedding. Neat, huh?"
"I am!" He chirped cheerfully and nodded until his eyeballs rolled around in their sockets. "Drunk, that is. Not getting married. Longshot is getting married. To his wife. Again."
"She has pink hair." He says this as if it's of some great importance. "Pretty rings. On their fingers. Not her hair."
"So long as we're clear on that point." He smothers a laugh. "You're drunk, Longshot is getting married to his wife, his wife has pink hair and the two of them have pretty rings.
"That pretty much cover everything up to the point?"
"Yeeep. Uh huh. And Robbie has a girlfriend. Or will. If he quits running away from her." He looked up very seriously. "Her hips do not have teeth." He nodded.
"And Robbie has a girl interested in him who doesn't have teeth on her hips." He nods backs, can't helps but notice how weird it is the have the head in his lap moving.
"It has..." he trailed off thoughtfully. Um. "What?"
He blinked for a moment and then reached up to grab Apollo's shoulder and pull himself to a mostly upright position. Whee! Dizzy. "What's an armadillo?"
"Oh!" He nodded thoughtfully. "That explains it. Longshot saw one dressed like a samurai, but I didn't see it. I guess 'cuz I didn't know what it looked like. I'll know next time!"
He dropped his head on Apollo's shoulder because it was getting awfully heavy. "I should learn to dance."
"Uh-huh. Dressed as a samurai. Right. Had Longshot been drinking too and was this before or after drinking?"
Armful of John. Okay. He shifts around to lean against the arm of the chair and tuck John in against him. "You're going to feel rotten tomorrow and I'm not going to be sympathetic. And why should you learn to dance?"
That explains a bit. He brushes John's hair back off his face. "So, while drinking very strong alcohol, Longshot saw an armadillo wearing samurai armour?"
Shark brothel. Man responsible for locating a shark brothel. It might have been real.
"Uh huh. Robbie an'... whassername? Longshot was teaching them to dance when I got there." He nodded again and laughed some more. "Poor Robbie. He went all red when Longshot told him to dip her."
Sake, he'd discovered, was good stuff!
It took him a moment to figure out where he was, exactly, when he stepped through the Door. Until he focused on Apollo and grinned. "Hey!"
He stumbled over to the couch and flopped down beside Apollo. Of course, 'beside' ended up being more like 'half in his lap', but his depth perception was a wee bit off tonight.
"We need to go see a Kobuki show."
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"Hey."
And wow, he can smell the booze from here. Smell it better when John crashes into the couch with a grin and that dinstinctly boneless flop that only the drunk get.
"We, huh? What?"
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"Hey! I'm gonna be best man in a wedding. Neat, huh?"
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"You are so plastered." He smiles at that, it sinking in. "You are completely and utterly trashed. So, who's getting married?"
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"She has pink hair." He says this as if it's of some great importance. "Pretty rings. On their fingers. Not her hair."
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"That pretty much cover everything up to the point?"
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"What does this have to do with Kobuki theatre?"
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He blinked for a moment and then reached up to grab Apollo's shoulder and pull himself to a mostly upright position. Whee! Dizzy. "What's an armadillo?"
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He steadied John with a hand on his ribs. "An armadillo. It's a mammal with armour plating that curls into a ball when attacked. Why?"
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He dropped his head on Apollo's shoulder because it was getting awfully heavy. "I should learn to dance."
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Armful of John. Okay. He shifts around to lean against the arm of the chair and tuck John in against him. "You're going to feel rotten tomorrow and I'm not going to be sympathetic. And why should you learn to dance?"
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"I should learn to dance, because... I dunno? It looked fun."
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Shark brothel. Man responsible for locating a shark brothel. It might have been real.
"You watched someone dancing?"
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But John's laughing and smiling, so he doesn't care. He just beams back and impulsively hugs his friend.
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