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Characters: Demyx (sitar_rock) and Axel (burningsheets)
Date/Time: December 19, evening/night
Location: A bar :D
Rating: PG (may possibly change later)
Summary: Demyx is depressed at the thought of Zexion possibly leaving, and goes out for a drink with Axel to get his mind off it.

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Humming a little, Axel added, "not that I've seen anyone worth going after in a while." They either came to him, were casual fuckbuddies, or were taken.

"Yeah, the are," Axel agreed, grinning and not adding any more to the thought. After refilling both of their glasses, there was still about more than half of the bottle left- plenty to whittle away at. He drank the shot down.

"What do you want me to say, Dem? That I've got someone I'm mooning over and he doesn't like me back? That I'm going to reform before my dick shrivels up in old age?" Axel shook his head, laughing lowly. "The things on my mind are just what I've always had. They never left. Not when we were still swimming, not now."

He noted the way Demyx hesitated in answering the question. That probably wasn't a good sign, Axel supposed. And dark and brooding? Heh, he would never have pegged that as Demyx's type, back when they were fooling around. That or Axel had overused his gothpunk phase without knowing it. But Demyx was the one who knew Zexion, not him, after all. "So, what's changed? About what you like about him, or him about you? I'm pretty sure there's a lot of things to like about you. Zex never struck me as a completely stupid guy. Dense and boring as hell, though."

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"Aw, poor Axel's run out of eligible people in this city?" He was just teasing, the same as always. Axel refilled the glasses, and he took his, but didn't swallow it down right away, instead watching his friend across the table as he spoke. "You're not the type to moon over people... or reform." And Demyx doubted he ever would be. "But whatever's on your mind is pretty obviously dragging you down, you jackass."

The redhead's questions about Zexion were starting to get a little uncomfortable for him-- but it wasn't as if Axel didn't already know pretty much everything about him, so there was no point in balking.

"I think... he's bothered by my past. Heh." Shifting a bit, Demyx ran a hand through his hair, and swallowed the new shot quickly. "You know how I used to be. Hell, we ran in the same circles. And I know Zexy knew about all that, but I don't think he... realized. You know? I think he just thought about it one day, and suddenly the light came on." Then a shake of his head. He toyed with his empty glass a bit. "He told me once a little while ago that he didn't know if it was right, holding down a free bird, or something like that... and I think the thought of me having been with so many people in the past bothers him."

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"I'm gay; I get by," Axel snorted. Turning his head aside, Axel leaned his cheek on a hand. It probably did nothing to hide his tiredness, but hell he didn't care right now. "Dragging me down, eh?" Axel let his voice trail off pensively. "I'm not sure I don't want it to, sometimes."

"Hmm, so he's basically insecure and shit," Axel said blithely. Leave it to Emoboy to get all poetic about it. "That's pretty crappy. Also, not your fault," the redhead pointed out helpfully. He generously refilled Demyx's glass for good measure.

Swallowing his own drink, Axel decided that yes, he actually did feel the buzz, and his body was getting really properly relaxed for the first time in a long while. Since the season started, even. Fuck winter and the cold and the ice on the streets. Fuck the fact that this happened every single year since he was orphaned. He opened his mouth, intending to tell Demyx about some other trivial complaint, and had the strangest feeling of disconnection from it as it said, "days like these I remember too fucking much."

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"Insecure" and "Zexion" didn't seem to go together, but he supposed, if that was how it seemed it could be true. Zexion had never been one to really express his feelings much. "Yeah, but if I was around more..." Demyx sighed, shrugging as he found he didn't really feel so badly about the whole thing anymore... at least not right now.

Licking his lips absently, he tipped the bottle of rum to pour them each another shot. He was actually starting to feel pleasantly warm and numb. The drinks were doing what alcohol does, and doing it well.

Pushing one of the glasses toward Axel again, he studied his friend. "You get like this every winter. It's about when you were a kid, right? Hell Axel, we've been friends since grade school, and you still haven't told me shit."