Lockon was a bit startled when he felt Allelujah's hand on his arm, thought he tried not show it. Instead he just smiled softly down at his friend, and tucked the bottle under his other arm. It was actually... cute the way Allelujah was now. It was almost staggering, to know the monster that lived inside this seemingly delicate young man.
Lockon strolled lazily through the halls, feeling so much more at ease now that back on the Celestial Being's own ship.
He slapped the button that opened the door to his quarters, and swing Allelujah in first with a warm laugh. "So, how long has it been, ya know, since you've been in here?" He left the other man standing and rummaged in drawer till he found two chipped lowball glasses. Holding the glasses in one hand he deftly fills them. "Here you are."
It didn't really strike him how strange it was for him to be clinging to the other man. He followed just behind, letting Lockon pull him gently along, and glanced at the surroundings. After so long on the Chalice, the familiar walls of the Ptolemy felt a bit alien. He almost tripped as he was shoved gently into the room, and grinned a bit.
"Uhm... Hmm... it's been a long time. The last time I can remember was back when I'd just been introduced as a Meister... I remember being very nervous and jittery. The talk you gave me that day really helped me out, you know?"
Having some experience with whiskey before, the pilot raised his glass a bit and smiled. "So... Cheers, then?"
Lockon was touched by this words, he always wondered if his peptalks where just a bother or not. It was good to know that what he did meant something to his friend.
"A toast then." He paused a moment to think, and then raised his glass. "To you Allelujuh, and to being back on where you belong."
The pilot blushed a bit brighter, but raised his glass and slammed the drink back in obedience with the rules of a toast. That strong sensation that struck him was, of course, a little unpleasant at first but quickly formed into that warm feeling in his chest. He took a deep breath, held it, then breathed out with a smile. "You're too kind, Lockon."
"Kind? I don't know about that." He chuckled softly. Allelujah was just... so sweet when he was like this. But Lockon wondered what the demon half of him would say in this situation. The idea didn't scare him in the least, in fact, he liked that side of Allelujah quite a bit. He was a beautiful contradiction.
Lockon delighted in the way the whiskey burned down his throat and sat warmly in his gut.
He plopped down on the edge of the bed with a happy sigh, and refilled his glass, before offering the bottle to Allelujah.
Not one to skip out on the offer of a good drink, Allelujah filled his glass appropriately. That mildly-numb sensation that accompanied the burning in his chest was nice, making it a lot easier to relax. Without thought, he sat down next to his friend. In the back of his mind, there was the slight stir of Hallelujah, but he didn't seem terribly interested in the events occurring.
"So... to you, Lockon, and all you work for?" he suggested, grinning. Was he being coy? Hard to tell.
Lockon smirked, "If you insist." He tapped the rim of his glasses to Allelujah's and tipped it back. To me working at getting you drunk my friend. "All I work for? We're still on the same team aren't we? Or are you planning on leaving us for your friends on the Chalice?" He held his glass between gloved hands, and looked at Allelujah questioningly.
Allelujah paused for a moment to consider those words, then shrugged and slammed the drink back. God, it tasted good; he felt a very slight buzz at the back of his head, warning him that the next shot might get him a bit tipsy.
"Not so much that as... well, we all have our different goals, right? That's why Celestial Being made us Meisters," he mumbled, glancing at Lockon for confirmation. "I'm just hoping that whatever your reasons are... well, you end up satisfied. You know?"
The out-of-place despaired look didn't escape Allelujah's notice, but at the same time it didn't feel right to pry. After all, they were Meisters... Each man had their own collection of secrets to hide. Lockon would tell him if he thought it was prudent.
"So... two shots down... what will we do with the ret of the bottle?"
"Drink it of course. That is unless, you don't feel man enough for the job." Lockon was baiting him, but he had always wondered what kind of man Allelujah would be when he was intoxicated. Alcohol had a way of being out the best and worst in people, all at the same time. He filled his own glass greedily, and knocking it back with out pausing. "Plus, what would happen if Miss Sumaragi found half a bottle lying about? I don't think you would to explain it to her, and neither do I." He chuckled a little, and leaned into Allelujah until their shoulder's barely touched. "Woman like her can be awfullyscary."
"Oh... I suppose that's true, isn't it?" he said. "Guess it'd be best to finish it." He filled his glass, slammed it back, then filled it and slammed again. "Ahhh... It burns..." he grumbles. That was plenty of alcohol to make him nice and tipsy, but it was going to take a minute for it to sink in.
"How protective is she about her alcohol anyway? I don't want Miss Sumeragi mad at me..."
"Oh, very, very protective." He lied, but the way Allelujah was drinking Lockon was certain any minute now this was going to get wildly entertaining. "She might keelhaul us right through an atmospheric reentry, or worse! She might take away our Gundams. The only reasonable course is to make sure she never finds out." Lockon laughed aloud and clapped his friend hard on the back. "It's good to see you loosen up a bit Allelujah." He filled his glass again, trying to keep pace with him. Oh yes, he was starting to feel it now, the rush of warmth in his veins, the way the world began to rock ever so slightly, and the ideas of modesty started to melt away.
With out really meaning to, Lockon reached out and brushed a bit of hair away from from Allelujah's face on the right side, admiring how strange his one silver eye was. It was the sort of thing that he was thinking about, and hadn't really meant to do, but the alcohol made it easier to give into those kind of desires.
The alcohol was kicking in, so when Lockon reached over to brush at his hair he wavered a bit. He didn't seem perturbed by the action, and actually ended up leaning against his friend's side. "I don't wanna lose my Gundam... And I like not being keelhauled... what's keelhauled?"
Quite tipsy now, but not wanting to get in trouble with Sumeragi-san, he filled another shot and downed it. Five down, and half a bottle left. The boy was doomed to be drunk by the end of the bottle. The world was a sort of slightly-brighter, smoother place now, and Lockon's shoulder was very comfortable...
"Keelhauling was something pirates used to do in the olden days. If someone made the Captain really angry, They would tie a person to a rope that was looped around the whole ship, and they would throw him overboard and drag him under the ship and back up again." Lockon leaned in just a bit, to provide a stable plce for Allelujah to rest upon. He took the bottle and filled his glass, but instead of drinking he took a shot off the bottle, and then blinked confused. Oops, I got my hands mixed up. "But we're talking about a wooden sailing boat here, the kind that go in the water. It seems to me that death was nearly certain. Unless the man could hold this breath for a great amount of time." His arm moved around Allelujah's shoulder, gloved fingers sort of toying with the end of his hair. "You know, I haven't felt this good in a long time. We should do this more often." There was a deep, happy sigh that escaped his lips, a drunken sort of pink on his cheeks, and a strangely affectionate smirk on his face.
Allelujah was oblivious to Hallelujah's mildly-drunken "Gaaaay" rumbling at the back of his mind, and only snuggled in closer to Lockon as he leaned in. "Mm, that sounds unpleasant... I bet I could hold my breath that long..." no he couldn't, but he was tipsy enough not to care right now. He held out his glass for another shot; the whiskey was entirely too enjoyable of an experience to give up.
"I'm glad you feel good, Lockon. Maybe we should do more than just drink together... you know?" And still completely oblivious to the homoerotic tone he was taking.
Lockon was a bit startled when he felt Allelujah's hand on his arm, thought he tried not show it. Instead he just smiled softly down at his friend, and tucked the bottle under his other arm. It was actually... cute the way Allelujah was now. It was almost staggering, to know the monster that lived inside this seemingly delicate young man.
Lockon strolled lazily through the halls, feeling so much more at ease now that back on the Celestial Being's own ship.
He slapped the button that opened the door to his quarters, and swing Allelujah in first with a warm laugh.
"So, how long has it been, ya know, since you've been in here?" He left the other man standing and rummaged in drawer till he found two chipped lowball glasses. Holding the glasses in one hand he deftly fills them.
"Here you are."
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He almost tripped as he was shoved gently into the room, and grinned a bit.
"Uhm... Hmm... it's been a long time. The last time I can remember was back when I'd just been introduced as a Meister... I remember being very nervous and jittery. The talk you gave me that day really helped me out, you know?"
Having some experience with whiskey before, the pilot raised his glass a bit and smiled. "So... Cheers, then?"
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Lockon was touched by this words, he always wondered if his peptalks where just a bother or not. It was good to know that what he did meant something to his friend.
"A toast then." He paused a moment to think, and then raised his glass. "To you Allelujuh, and to being back on where you belong."
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"Kind? I don't know about that." He chuckled softly. Allelujah was just... so sweet when he was like this. But Lockon wondered what the demon half of him would say in this situation. The idea didn't scare him in the least, in fact, he liked that side of Allelujah quite a bit. He was a beautiful contradiction.
Lockon delighted in the way the whiskey burned down his throat and sat warmly in his gut.
He plopped down on the edge of the bed with a happy sigh, and refilled his glass, before offering the bottle to Allelujah.
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"So... to you, Lockon, and all you work for?" he suggested, grinning. Was he being coy? Hard to tell.
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Lockon smirked,
"If you insist." He tapped the rim of his glasses to Allelujah's and tipped it back.
To me working at getting you drunk my friend.
"All I work for? We're still on the same team aren't we? Or are you planning on leaving us for your friends on the Chalice?" He held his glass between gloved hands, and looked at Allelujah questioningly.
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"Not so much that as... well, we all have our different goals, right? That's why Celestial Being made us Meisters," he mumbled, glancing at Lockon for confirmation. "I'm just hoping that whatever your reasons are... well, you end up satisfied. You know?"
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"My reasons..." Lockon looked down into his empty glass. How many times had he sought those very reasons in the bottom of this glass?
"I hope so too." For a moment there was a look of despair in his eyes, buried deep inside. But then his usual cheerful smirk masked it quickly.
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"So... two shots down... what will we do with the ret of the bottle?"
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"Drink it of course. That is unless, you don't feel man enough for the job." Lockon was baiting him, but he had always wondered what kind of man Allelujah would be when he was intoxicated. Alcohol had a way of being out the best and worst in people, all at the same time.
He filled his own glass greedily, and knocking it back with out pausing.
"Plus, what would happen if Miss Sumaragi found half a bottle lying about? I don't think you would to explain it to her, and neither do I." He chuckled a little, and leaned into Allelujah until their shoulder's barely touched. "Woman like her can be awfullyscary."
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"How protective is she about her alcohol anyway? I don't want Miss Sumeragi mad at me..."
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"Oh, very, very protective." He lied, but the way Allelujah was drinking Lockon was certain any minute now this was going to get wildly entertaining. "She might keelhaul us right through an atmospheric reentry, or worse! She might take away our Gundams. The only reasonable course is to make sure she never finds out." Lockon laughed aloud and clapped his friend hard on the back.
"It's good to see you loosen up a bit Allelujah." He filled his glass again, trying to keep pace with him. Oh yes, he was starting to feel it now, the rush of warmth in his veins, the way the world began to rock ever so slightly, and the ideas of modesty started to melt away.
With out really meaning to, Lockon reached out and brushed a bit of hair away from from Allelujah's face on the right side, admiring how strange his one silver eye was. It was the sort of thing that he was thinking about, and hadn't really meant to do, but the alcohol made it easier to give into those kind of desires.
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Quite tipsy now, but not wanting to get in trouble with Sumeragi-san, he filled another shot and downed it. Five down, and half a bottle left. The boy was doomed to be drunk by the end of the bottle. The world was a sort of slightly-brighter, smoother place now, and Lockon's shoulder was very comfortable...
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"Keelhauling was something pirates used to do in the olden days. If someone made the Captain really angry, They would tie a person to a rope that was looped around the whole ship, and they would throw him overboard and drag him under the ship and back up again." Lockon leaned in just a bit, to provide a stable plce for Allelujah to rest upon. He took the bottle and filled his glass, but instead of drinking he took a shot off the bottle, and then blinked confused. Oops, I got my hands mixed up. "But we're talking about a wooden sailing boat here, the kind that go in the water. It seems to me that death was nearly certain. Unless the man could hold this breath for a great amount of time." His arm moved around Allelujah's shoulder, gloved fingers sort of toying with the end of his hair.
"You know, I haven't felt this good in a long time. We should do this more often." There was a deep, happy sigh that escaped his lips, a drunken sort of pink on his cheeks, and a strangely affectionate smirk on his face.
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"I'm glad you feel good, Lockon. Maybe we should do more than just drink together... you know?" And still completely oblivious to the homoerotic tone he was taking.
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