Drunken Kiss...Something More? (Backstory)
Allen came to only to find himself being dragged into the bar by the back of his shirt. Oh, right. He'd run into his Master and his first reaction had been to run away. That obviously hadn't worked, since his Master had knocked him out and dragged him to this place. No doubt in yet another attempt to "loosen him up" or something. He sighed. Why couldn't he have a normal Master? One who wasn't constantly on the run or increasing his debts. A Master who didn't make him work to pay off debts that had nothing to do with him. One who wasn't always trying to take advantage of him or cheat him out of his money. He wanted a Master like that. He sighed again, remembering that Lenalee had told him once that every time you sigh, a bit of happiness leaves you. He laughed and told her the truth. Whether you sigh or not, happiness leaves you--especially now that his Master was around. This wouldn't end well.
General Cross just wanted his pupil to lighten up. He wanted him to relax and have a good time. Allen was always so tense. Always trying to do everything by himself and never letting others in. He wanted the boy to cut loose and have fun. That's why he hit him with the hammer, knocking him out, and dragged him here. In his mind, there was only on solution that would accomplish this--getting Allen drunk. He was now on that mission. He dragged his pupil behind him down the street, looking very much like a kidnapper, and waltzed into the bar. He roused his pupil with a good shake and a light slap before dragging him over to the bar. He pulled out his pistol, setting it on the bar counter and regarded the bar tender with a smile. "My pupil here doesn't understand the joy of alcohol or getting drunk."
"Of course I don't! I'm underaged, besides--"
Cross cut him off. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind letting him try it out for one night. Just tonight, hmm?" He rested his hand next to the gun meaningfully. The poor bar tender, scared out of his wits, could only nod dumbly. Cross pointed to a strong alcohol. "That bottle. I was a glass of that." The bar tender hastened to fulfill his request.
Allen was still protesting. "I don't see how alcohol..." That's as far as he got. While he was still talking, Cross plugged his nose and poured the drink into his mouth. Allen coughed and sputtered, not expecting that though he knew he should have. Of course, an incredible light weight, Allen was tipsy in minutes from the strong Alcohol. Satisfied his job was done, Cross patted Allen on the back, picked up his gun, instructed the bar tender to serve Allen whatever he liked and left to find some rich women to flirt with.
~x~X~x~
Allen, having never been drunk before, had no idea how this worked. He'd avoided his Master when he was drunk on account of he made him do weird, embarrassing things. He didn't realize that the slight high he was experiencing now was a the beginning of being drunk. This was the feeling that most people crave, their first time getting drunk and the freedom and high it gives. Not understanding, Allen did what he thought he was supposed. He ordered another drink. Allen also didn't realize something that most people seem to understand. He ordered a very girly drink--a Daiquiri. The lime beverage played with his tongue and he found himself happier. He liked the taste and ordered himself another. After the second Daiquiri, things began to get a little fuzzy and he has no real memory of what happened next. If he knew, he would never stop blushing and would avoid bars for the rest of his life.
~x~X~x~
Allen, completely drunk, approached various patrons of the bar. He talked with Yuu, who was busy trying to forget the fact she had cat ears and a tail. He talked with Haru, who was passed out on the floor. Of course, he had to revive the poor boy. He talked to Zexion, who gave him a mint drink he doesn't remember. He talked to Asuka, who was happy to see him again. He talked with Grace, who flirted and smiled and laughed with him. And he talked to Axel, who played a drinking game with him. Each person he talked to meant another drink and that he was that much drunker. So it's not surprising that after almost ten drinks, he didn't remember approach the last person he talked to. Had he known he was going to be there that night, Allen wouldn't have had any more to drink so he didn't do something stupid in front of his crush.
As it was, he appraoched his crush, Demyx, completely and totally sloshed. He smiled happily at him and gave him a very drunk hug. Which included forgetting hugging him and holding him for several minutes. He talked with Demyx about topics he wouldn't remember if he'd been tipsy and finally got him to agree to play a small drinking game with him. "I Never" the worst drinking game he could chose. Normally, if he was sober, he could keep certain secrets from Demyx. Drunk, all bets were off. He managed not to give too much away, but he did admit to some embarrassing things. They played a couple of rounds. And then it was Demyx's turn and he told Allen "I've never kissed a boy before." Allen's drunk mind took that tidbit of information and processed it. He'd never kissed a boy before. Well, neither had Allen. And Allen liked Demyx. Maybe Demyx wanted some practice kissing. Maybe Demyx wanted Allen to know he had a chance. Maybe Demyx didn't mean anything by it. Allen's drunk mind didn't care. His reply was simple. "Neither have I." And it should have ended there, except that Allen suddenly leaned forward to give Demyx a sweet, barely chaste kiss on the lips. He listened to his heart instead of his head for once. Too bad he passed out immediately afterward.
He didn't realized that he stole Demyx's first kiss. He didn't realized how confused he left Demyx. He didn't even realized that the kiss wasn't a dream. Fuzzy memory fading further in unconsciousness, Allen forgot the incident entirely. He woke the next day with a splitting headache and terribly hung over. He couldn't recall much after his second drink and he had the feeling he had said or done something terribly important. But his head hurt and it hurt more trying to remember. And that was the least of his worries, considering the predicament he soon wound up in. That, however, is a different story.
General Cross just wanted his pupil to lighten up. He wanted him to relax and have a good time. Allen was always so tense. Always trying to do everything by himself and never letting others in. He wanted the boy to cut loose and have fun. That's why he hit him with the hammer, knocking him out, and dragged him here. In his mind, there was only on solution that would accomplish this--getting Allen drunk. He was now on that mission. He dragged his pupil behind him down the street, looking very much like a kidnapper, and waltzed into the bar. He roused his pupil with a good shake and a light slap before dragging him over to the bar. He pulled out his pistol, setting it on the bar counter and regarded the bar tender with a smile. "My pupil here doesn't understand the joy of alcohol or getting drunk."
"Of course I don't! I'm underaged, besides--"
Cross cut him off. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind letting him try it out for one night. Just tonight, hmm?" He rested his hand next to the gun meaningfully. The poor bar tender, scared out of his wits, could only nod dumbly. Cross pointed to a strong alcohol. "That bottle. I was a glass of that." The bar tender hastened to fulfill his request.
Allen was still protesting. "I don't see how alcohol..." That's as far as he got. While he was still talking, Cross plugged his nose and poured the drink into his mouth. Allen coughed and sputtered, not expecting that though he knew he should have. Of course, an incredible light weight, Allen was tipsy in minutes from the strong Alcohol. Satisfied his job was done, Cross patted Allen on the back, picked up his gun, instructed the bar tender to serve Allen whatever he liked and left to find some rich women to flirt with.
~x~X~x~
Allen, having never been drunk before, had no idea how this worked. He'd avoided his Master when he was drunk on account of he made him do weird, embarrassing things. He didn't realize that the slight high he was experiencing now was a the beginning of being drunk. This was the feeling that most people crave, their first time getting drunk and the freedom and high it gives. Not understanding, Allen did what he thought he was supposed. He ordered another drink. Allen also didn't realize something that most people seem to understand. He ordered a very girly drink--a Daiquiri. The lime beverage played with his tongue and he found himself happier. He liked the taste and ordered himself another. After the second Daiquiri, things began to get a little fuzzy and he has no real memory of what happened next. If he knew, he would never stop blushing and would avoid bars for the rest of his life.
~x~X~x~
Allen, completely drunk, approached various patrons of the bar. He talked with Yuu, who was busy trying to forget the fact she had cat ears and a tail. He talked with Haru, who was passed out on the floor. Of course, he had to revive the poor boy. He talked to Zexion, who gave him a mint drink he doesn't remember. He talked to Asuka, who was happy to see him again. He talked with Grace, who flirted and smiled and laughed with him. And he talked to Axel, who played a drinking game with him. Each person he talked to meant another drink and that he was that much drunker. So it's not surprising that after almost ten drinks, he didn't remember approach the last person he talked to. Had he known he was going to be there that night, Allen wouldn't have had any more to drink so he didn't do something stupid in front of his crush.
As it was, he appraoched his crush, Demyx, completely and totally sloshed. He smiled happily at him and gave him a very drunk hug. Which included forgetting hugging him and holding him for several minutes. He talked with Demyx about topics he wouldn't remember if he'd been tipsy and finally got him to agree to play a small drinking game with him. "I Never" the worst drinking game he could chose. Normally, if he was sober, he could keep certain secrets from Demyx. Drunk, all bets were off. He managed not to give too much away, but he did admit to some embarrassing things. They played a couple of rounds. And then it was Demyx's turn and he told Allen "I've never kissed a boy before." Allen's drunk mind took that tidbit of information and processed it. He'd never kissed a boy before. Well, neither had Allen. And Allen liked Demyx. Maybe Demyx wanted some practice kissing. Maybe Demyx wanted Allen to know he had a chance. Maybe Demyx didn't mean anything by it. Allen's drunk mind didn't care. His reply was simple. "Neither have I." And it should have ended there, except that Allen suddenly leaned forward to give Demyx a sweet, barely chaste kiss on the lips. He listened to his heart instead of his head for once. Too bad he passed out immediately afterward.
He didn't realized that he stole Demyx's first kiss. He didn't realized how confused he left Demyx. He didn't even realized that the kiss wasn't a dream. Fuzzy memory fading further in unconsciousness, Allen forgot the incident entirely. He woke the next day with a splitting headache and terribly hung over. He couldn't recall much after his second drink and he had the feeling he had said or done something terribly important. But his head hurt and it hurt more trying to remember. And that was the least of his worries, considering the predicament he soon wound up in. That, however, is a different story.