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IS APPLETINI A GAY DRINK?

Aug 11, 2009 23:10

WHO: Elizaveta, Ludwig, Roderich
WHEN: Late Tuesday Night to Early Wednesday Morning (August 11th - 12th)
WHERE: Cheuca
WHAT: Beware of Drunk Roderich.

( To alcohol! The cause of AND solution to all of life's problems! )

fml, i wanna take you to a gay bar, what are personal boundaries?, hungary, status: complete, germany, i swear to drunk i'm not god, austria, alcohol's a food group

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manlierthanyou August 12 2009, 15:47:49 UTC

Elizaveta was having a grand old time. She had never heard of the place Roderich had suggested for their evening, but as soon as they were in view of the building, she had realized it was a gay bar. Her eyes had nearly fell out of their sockets as Roderich led her through the tumultuous mass of people, almost completely male, most of them decidedly attractive, and many of them making out with each other. Elizaveta grinned ferally and had sat down, ordering a stout and immediately turning to watch the throng. A girl could get used to this ( ... )

notaustralian August 13 2009, 00:42:39 UTC

Roderich flinched at the hand on his shoulder. He looked up, alert, and glared at the bartender, as if the green-haired man was the one tapping him. It was only after he followed the hand to the person attached that he softened and actually smiled.

He was supposed to keep Elizaveta company, and he couldn't do that if he was slumped over the counter. He leaned over, nearly falling out of his chair. He wanted to talk to her, but the music was so loud that he could barely hear his own breathing. He scooted close then and leaned in next to her ear.

"Are you having fun?" he asked, lips brushing against her skin. "If you want to go somewhere else, tell me, we can go somewhere. I know a lot of places to go to. But there isn't another bar. Well, actually, there is this pub on the other side of town, but it's not very nice in there. This place is nicer, but the music is so loud, isn't it? Gott, I hate techno, don't you? Are you okay?"

manlierthanyou August 13 2009, 01:31:46 UTC

Even though he had leaned closer, it was harder for Elizaveta to hear Roderich now. All she could hear was the blood rushing in her arteries as his mouth brushed against her oh God she had never felt anything like that before. What was he prattling on about? Bar hopping? Elizaveta grinned despite herself, knowing he was already in no condition for such strenuous activity. But if he wanted to talk, this certainly wasn't the place.

Shaking her head, she took Roderich's hand and helped him off his stool, leading him to one of the private rooms they had passed on their way to the bar. 'Isn't that convenient?' she thought as she opened the door and pushed her tipsy friend in. She wondered why a bar would offer such places.

It occurred to her as to why when she walked in and instantly hit a plush bed. Oh. Well, she was European; this was hardly anything new to her. And it was much quieter here than at the bar. She sat on the purple bed, rubbing her hands on the thighs of her dark wash jeans before giving Roderich a semi-stern look ( ... )

notaustralian August 13 2009, 02:03:34 UTC

Roderich wasn't sure how he ended up on the plush and soft purple bed. All he knew was that the bed was so soft and comfortable, and he couldn't resist lying on it. The fabric felt good against his hot skin. And... oh, where did his glasses go? He must have left it at the bar.

His fingers roamed across the plush bed, absentmindedly looking for his martini glass. It was much quieter in the room - why was he in a room again?

"Spill... what?" he mumbled with a frown. "Did I spill my drink? That must be why it's here. Where is my glass...? It's green and it has an olive in it."

He pushed himself up and scooted to the edge of the bed. He looked over to Elizaveta; why was she so serious? They were supposed to be having fun!

"You know," he said. He reached over and stroke her cheek. "You look just like my ex-wife. Except... she has blue eyes, and you have green and yours are prettier. Darker, I think. "

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I NEED A 'WORRIED' ICON manlierthanyou August 16 2009, 20:39:57 UTC

Elizaveta sighed happily as dexterous fingers ran through her hair. Never once had the action she'd done on so many others had been reciprocated, and the sensation made her shiver with pleasure. Well, this was much nicer than getting hit. She was not used to such tender, gentle touches, knowing far better the pain and buzz from fighting. But Roderich's hands were skilled, even when he was inebriated, and she missed them as soon as they slipped out of her long brown locks.

Wait, why did he stop? A groan was her answer. Elizaveta looked over lazily to see Roderich on his side, shuddering from what she assumed was a wave of sickness. She rolled over to lie behind him, running her hand up and down his side. "You okay?" she asked, her voice, albeit tired, full of concern.

P.S. WHEN CAN LUDWIG JUMP IN? notaustralian August 16 2009, 23:25:14 UTC

Roderich pressed his arm against his stomach, hoping that somehow it would erase the sickness rousing in the pit of his core. The hand over his mouth trembled; another groan was sounded as he blinked away the tears in his eyes. He breathed heavily his nose, but the air only made him feel worse.

"I am fine," he mumbled to his palm. He took his hand away and inhaled a sharp breath. He rolled over - regretted it quietly - and tried his best to smile at Elizaveta.

"Just a little tired," he slurred. The previous vigor in his voice, however, was already fading away. In a soft, almost begging voice, he said, "I.. think... I want go home."

I WAS GOING TO ASK YOU. :D (NOW) manlierthanyou August 17 2009, 00:52:53 UTC

Elizaveta nodded, understanding the situation. She felt a sharp pang of guilt at his desperate voice, knowing it was her doing that made him so ill. However, one cannot dwell on their own feelings when there was an injured person to take care of.

She opened the door and stumbled out, nearly collapsing as soon as she lost her grip on the know. This wouldn't do. Elizaveta knew from prior experience that she could make her way home in this state, but with another in tow? Another, much more drunk, much more sick? As strong as she was, Elizaveta knew there was no way she could even drag Roderich home. Anxious tears suddenly sprang in her eyes as she began to scan the still crowded dance floor for anyone who could at least help the poor guy out of the room.

DAMN DRUNK CALLERS~ mein_einsamkeit August 17 2009, 02:34:53 UTC

Had Roderich lost his goddamn mind?

Ludwig knew straightaway that it had to be him and only him: no one else he knew, except perhaps his brothers, would be stupid enough to try to call him at this ungodly of an hour. He paused, carefully nibbling the end of a cheap ballpoint pen as he briefly considered that maybe, just maybe, it was Gilbert, drunk and stranded at the park downtown and crying over one of his chicks - the nth Old Fritz, as it were; he could hardly keep track of all the dead chickens nor their mass burial site on public property.

But when his brother wanted something, he had the unfortunate habit of ringing him for about ten minutes straight with no pause, then leaving a series of nasty messages for his voicemail. He sighed deeply and massaged his temple. Roderich.There was an etiquette for these situations! What could possibly be so important? If he wasn't half-dead in a ditch somewhere, so help him... Luckily for the Austrian, Ludwig was so irritated by this telephonic abuse alone that he threw down a stack of ( ... )

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;3; ARE YOU HITTING ON ME? mein_einsamkeit August 22 2009, 11:18:16 UTC

The beach party rang a bell. Something about a Spaniard and Gilbert attacking people with... crazy straws? He inwardly shrugged it off. Gilbert acting unusual was the usual. Sitting up a little straighter, which in itself was almost impossible given his damn near perfect posture, he glanced at her in the rear-view mirror and quirked his lips to one side of his face as if to reassure her that, no, he didn't think badly of her at all.

"Ah, I see." That was true; not that Roderich had always been like this, but at least a tiny part of him understood on some level why the Austrian might've let the night get out of hand: he had been behaving oddly lately... In fact, Roderich was meant to have a "talk" with him tonight. His snores briefly rose over the noise of the car. Fat chance of that now.

"Me?" The sudden attention on himself made him feel slightly self-conscious and he tore his gaze away from the mirror so that he wouldn't accidentally find her eyes. She was giving him that look again! Despite being around mostly women at work, he ( ... )

notaustralian August 23 2009, 21:01:33 UTC

Roderich slowly opened his eyes with parted lips. He squinted at the blurry city light, trying to figure where he was. The weight on his chest - a woman's head? He must be dreaming. He darted away from the window and drew his attention the driver. Slowly, it came back to him as he locked in on Ludwig's slicked-back hair. Not a kidnapper, that was good news.

Strange. He suddenly recalled that Ludwig was the one who encouraged him to slick his hair back. To keep the bang away from his eyes, if he remembered correctly. He never did follow through with the idea. His face simply did not go with Ludwig's hairstyle. Heh, he couldn't imagine himself looking like the German anyways.

He glanced down at Elizaveta, barely catching Ludwig's words. It sounded like a mumble to him, or maybe it was because the car engine was too loud. And the drowsiness swarming his senses didn't help either. What was Ludwig saying about their childhood? That was so long ago... Sachertorte. Mariazell. Cheese fondue.

Vash.Roderich fought against a sob that ( ... )

HE LIVES! mein_einsamkeit August 23 2009, 21:21:48 UTC

Ludwig almost leapt out of his skin. Almost. He had been so distracted - by the road, his growing discomfort, the way Elizaveta was leering - that he hadn't thought Roderich would wake from his alcohol-induced snooze anytime soon. He stopped himself before he could clear his throat for the umpteenth time that night (or was it morning by now?), settling back into the seat with the surface of his skin still tingling unpleasantly.

"No, not yet. We'll drop Elizaveta off first, yes?" It was more of a rhetorical question anyway. It made sense, to him at least, to drop the poor girl off first, lest he be stuck in the car with her, alone, leaving Roderich to hopefully not pass out drunk in his own vomit...

The area was vaguely familiar, even by night, and he thought the museum was somewhere around there, so he began to study the street signs a bit more carefully for the name of the place Elizaveta had give him earlier. Roderich sounded as if he had whimpered though. He nudged the mirror down to get a proper look at him. "Are you feeling ( ... )

BRB, HEART ATTACK manlierthanyou August 24 2009, 03:34:53 UTC

Elizaveta was about to respond to Ludwig's confession when she felt something hard hit her head, making her entire body seize. Her reaction was very similar to the blond's when Roderich spoke, albeit her's involved more yelping. Jesus Christ, when did he wake up?

"Roderich! You're not dead!" she cried happily, sitting up to take in the man's appearance. He looked better- decidedly less green- but there was something still quite off about him. For instance, those once beautiful violet eyes were now bloodshot and brimming with tears. Tears? Elizaveta couldn't remember Roderich crying tonight, nor could she understand why he would start now. It didn't seem to matter at that moment though, as she pulled the man into herself and held him tightly. "It's okay drágám, you will be home soon," she cooed softly into his ear ( ... )

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