Let’s go have some drinks!

[healitwithwater]

Demyx is stumbling and carrying his sitar over his shoulder when he makes his way up to bar today. Too many people have waylayed him with important conversations, it's time to down enough antidotes to kill off a plague. That should take care of the Atlantean and the hangover

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[killitwith_fire]

Axel's face is on the bar.

His shoulders are shaking, but he's making no sound.

It might be laughing.

It might be crying.

[healitwithwater]

"AXEL!" Demyx exclaims happily, twirling the insanely over-sized sitar in one hand. "You heard. I'm so glad. That came from deep inside. Did you enjoy it? Want a drink? I promise I probably won't spike it this time!"

[killitwith_fire]

When Axel looks up, it turns out 'laughing' would be the right answer.

"You're insane," he comments. "Get me something spicy."

[healitwithwater]

Demyx's grin might be broader than Axel's for a change.

"You wouldn't be near as fascinated with me if I wasn't." he countered before launching into a particularly bouncy rendition of 'Let's Get Together' (yeah yeah yeah, why don't you and I combine? Let's get together, what do you say? we could have a swingin' time!) mixing up one of Axel's spicy drinks with the music. True to his ... er... promise? Was that even a promise? He doesn't put Atlantean in it.

In this one at least.

[killitwith_fire]

Really, he has a better way of getting Axel drunk on the sly these days, if he really wants to.

"Maybe," Axel replies to his comment.

[healitwithwater]

Oh yes, much much better. Being all water and nothing apparently has it's uses, though now Demyx is wondering if he could sober someone up by making out with them, with the amount of antidote he has in him.

"Maybe, yeah sure, that's a yes."

[killitwith_fire]

"It's not a 'yes' unless I say it is," Axel counters. He takes a slow sip of his drink, because it doesn't take Atlantean to get him drunk.

...Although he'd managed to avoid the stuff himself, until the time Demyx slipped it to him.

[healitwithwater]

"It's a maybe meaning yes, you can't fool me." he says, grin still broad and cheerful.

There's a lot of stuff he wants to ask, wants to say, but he bites the inside of his lip and just watches Axel drink between tending to the other patrons. He's got bartending to do, after all, it isn't like they can just run off whenever he wants.

[killitwith_fire]

They can run off later though, and Axel's fine with watching Demyx as well.

Watching him serve, and perform, and the way he interacts with other patrons.

He doesn't blink the entire time, and drinks slowly.

[healitwithwater]

Demyx stops by Axel when he can, refilling his drink if he ever needs it. He doesn't stay long, doesn't want to tempt himself.

He can't resist just once, though, so he leans over the bar to quickly brush his lips against Axel's, a soft hiss of steam as they meet and again when he swipes his tongue over his.

"Later?"

[killitwith_fire]

Axel's tongue flicks out over his lips, chasing the taste of Demyx.

"Yeah," he agrees after a moment.

His drink only needs refilling once.

[mogget_cat]

Someone may flop onto the barstool beside Axel. It's a good kind of flop, though; the not'cat doing the flopping is still comfortably half-asleep.

"Hey."

[killitwith_fire]

...We'll say this is after Axel has his drink, and is watching, and before the Mouse.

"Hey," Axel replies, giving Yrael a smile.

[mogget_cat]

Millitime is love.

"How goes the night?" he says, bumping his shoulder against Axel's. His drowsiness is natural, the still waking up daze of the recently-dreaming. Nothing like what it had been before, thankfully.

[killitwith_fire]

Axel shoulder-bumps back, and lifts his glass.

"Not spiked with Atlantean," he says.

[mogget_cat]

"Makes the morning after more likely to be a good one," he grins, because he too has been on the receiving end of an Atlantean hangover.

Eek.