Log: Kite Eishirou and Fuji Syuusuke
Who: Kite Eishirou, Fuji Syuusuke
What: Drinking contest
When: the day of Kite’s post
Where: the inn
Rating: pg
Comments/crits: go for it
Awamori. It was something Kite had never expected to find all the way out here. It was something that traditionally was found only in Okinawa. It was also something only true Okinawans could stomach for any length of time. Made of rice but distilled, not boiled, like sake. It had almost no flavor and went down so smoothly it was like drinking water. Only after three or four drinks did one realize they had been drinking at all. And then, it was usually too late. He alcohol content was so high that you could light the drink on fire. And Kite had been drinking the stuff since he was in junior high, when he and his Higa would borrow a bit of booze from Yuujirou’s parents liquor store and celebrate their victories and morn their defeats on the beach. He had found it now, and had bough a few bottles. It didn’t matter that he was still underage. No one was about to question him when he looked the way he did.
Now, he sat before the roaring fire of the in, with his bottle of the good stuff and a glass. He had an empty glass near him. He was expecting a visitor. A certain Seigaku tensai thought he could drink him under the table. Fuji was going to learn there were just certain things one did not challenge Kite Eishirou to.
Maybe it was stupid. Two days ago he had gotten really drunk, and embarrassed himself in front of Mizuki. Yesterday he had gotten himself hurt, and then somehow he had ended up dating said data player. And here he was, intent on drinking again. Still, he liked a good challenge when he saw one, and maybe, just maybe, he still carried... not a grudge, not that, but a mild curiousity about Higa that still lingered from when they played Rokkaku that time, way back when. He wasn't entirely certain, but he wished very much to challenge Kite Eishirou... And win. As he found the bespectacled boy he cleared his throat, even though the clicking of his crutches had announced his presence beforehand. "Good evening."
He heard the sound before Fuji had even arrived. He only nodded and shifted. Kite had gotten better over the time he had spent at the camp, but he still had this thing for people getting behind him. He didn’t like it at all. It made him feel paranoid and always put him on his guard. “Ah…So you did come.” He motioned to a chair. “Sit down. Get comfortable. A few of these and you’ll be falling down and needing those even longer.” He stated and took another drink. He was giving Fuji a handicap. Just like Kite. He might play dirty, but when he was utterly confident in himself, he could underestimate others just a little. He never did it for long though. He was pretty good at finding his opponents weak spots and targeting them ruthlessly. “Have you ever had awamori before?” He asked. He was trying to gage just how much of a handicap he was going to give to Fuji.
He did as he was told, noticing the slight jeer, but decided to let it slide for now. He just had to be the one who laughed last, that was all. He shifted about a little, making sure his leg was at its most comfortable, and then leaned back, hands locked over his stomach. "Well, can't say that I have. I've heard of it, of course, but... I've had tequila though, and I quite enjoy it." He smiled cheerfully at him.
Taquilla. Kite almost did laugh then. Cute. The little Mexican drink that could. But it only had 50 % alcohol to it. Awamori was ten percent stronger. If Fuji thought he could last because of that…well, as he had said before, it was his funeral. “I’m sure you’ll like this then. It’s a little taste of my island paradise in a bottle.” He poured a glass. “I suppose if this is going to be a real contest, there need to be stakes. I would wager something you can afford to lose, if I was you.” He thought for a moment. “Me, when I win, you have to buy me however much awamori you drunk.” It seemed fair to him at least.
"Very well then." Fuji watched the clear liquid with fascination. Something he could wager... "Well, if I win, you'll have to state officially that I beat you in a drinking contest. Seems pretty fair, doesn't it?" He leaned forward, reaching out for one of the bottles, pouring himself some in a glass as well.
“No problem.” He answered and watched Fuji pour. He lifted the cup towards Fuji. “To Okinawa.” He then downed his in one gulp, far too sued to the burning sensation the liquor left in it’s wake. He was certain to easily match Fuji and then some.
"To Okinawa, and warm weather~" Fuji grinned and downed his glass (two gulps) and then set it down, blinking as the alcohol kicked in, burning his throat. "... Oh my."
Hard eyes watched the other drink. Two gulps. Pathetic. He was going to win for certain. “It’s good, isn’t it? You can just taste the sunshine and the sea side.” All he needed was the music and the gouya and the rest of his boys. It was hard sometimes, being a team orphan. Keigo had a lot of Hyotei there. Fuji had a ton of Seigaku. There were killer bees of Rikkai left and right. But he and he alone represented the entirety of Higa. For a captain…it was a lonely experience. But he supposed that in a way, he managed to branch out from it. He might still miss them, a lot, but he had also grown by not being around them. “I can drink this stuff all day.” He could too. He’d done it before.
"Why would you want to drink it all day? I mean, when you were home in Okinawa? Wouldn't the seaside and the sunshine be enough, back there?" He poured himself some more.
It was a long painful story and one he wasn’t about to go into. There were enough long and painful things at this camp. Too many things really. So he wasn’t about to add to it. And Fuji didn’t need to know anyway. “There are reasons.” It was all he would say about it too. Instead, he poured again. He would make sure to meet the other drink for drink. Even if he drunk his much faster, slamming it back each time.
The second glass was emptied in one gulp; Fuji wasn't about to hold back if he could help it. Stubborness showing, perhaps. Reasons...? He was certain there were, but he wasn't about to pry. One big revelation per week, thank you very much, he thought, thinking back on his and Niou's conversation. "Well, this warms you up," he said instead, lightly.
He simply nodded. It did warm the body and the soul. At least for him. It was a taste of home. It was a touch of a place that he didn’t see as often as he might have wished. But he had his own life and he had to learn to be away from his beloved island for longer stretches of time. Though he had learned that mainlanders really were no comparison to those back home. It was a different country, even if Japan never let them be so. He just poured. Already his seventh. He wasn’t even dizzy.
Fuji, on the other hand, being on his fifth glass, was starting to feel... loopy, to put it lightly. It was quite difficult, connecting one thought with the next, and he shifted slightly, moving closer to Kite. "... Heh. You don't talk much, do you?"
Kite looked to the tensai. He wondered if the other was going to fall off his chair. Doing so would make him the winner. He wouldn’t stop him. Instead, he just poured another drink. “No. No I don’t.” he didn’t see a problem with it either. You didn’t always have to talk to get your message through. Kite Eishirou was a man of action. He let his actions speak for him for the most part.
"You and Keigo make an interesting com--combination," Fuji said thoughtfully. "He can be pretty v-vocal, and you... You have cool hair." And that had something to do with anything?
He sort of smiled at that. He had to agree. They did make an interesting couple. They were similar in their pride, but they were also so different. He supposed that opposites attracted. He was simply part of a different class. But they made it work and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved Keigo. Enough to work his ass off to get him a ring. A ring he still had in hiding. He smiled a little at the compliment. He was pretty proud of his yankee looks. “Thank you.” And another drink.
And another. Fuji wondered idly why the roof spun around and around and around above him, but it was quite interesting to watch. Well, not counting the somewhat uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, but that wasn't anything he cared to focus on right now. "I have a boyfriend," he declared, nodding.
The Okinawan still wasn’t feeling it. But he could tell it was affecting Fuji. He was winning this. “Do you now?” He asked, amused. “I’m glad for you.” He didn’t know why Fuji wanted him to know that, but he supposed he could sit and listen to the ramblings of the drunk.
"Yes. I don't know why I do, but I asked him and he said ask me when I'm sober and I did and then he said yes so now we're dating." So why is your hand on Kite's lap, you idiot?
There was a had on his lap. With a free hand, he lightly went and picked it up to keep it off him. His hand was strong and rough. He fought most his life, after all. “Well, he’ll be pleased to know that you aren’t sober any more.” Because only Keigo touched him. No one else seemed to. Strange, but he wasn’t the sort of person he was receptive to touching.
"I am sober," Fuji said, or at least that was what he thought he said, but he wasn't entirely certain, because it sounded pretty off. He found himself staring at his hand, as it wasn't on Kite's lap anymore. "You broke it."
Kite really doubted that. He knew for a fact that Fuji wasn’t sober. He knew that he had won. But he was enjoying having someone to drink with. It was sort of like being at Higa again. “No. If I broke it, you would know.” because he wouldn’t stop at breaking. He would shatter it, one bone at a time.
"You are being very pefici... Sephici... Specific about this," Fuji mumbled, flashing Kite a bright smile. "I like that. It shows de--dedication."
“You lose.” He announced and took another drink. “You can’t even talk properly any more.” No that he did either. But he had an excuse. He was Okinawan. He had an accent and quite a thick one. “But you can keep drinking if you want. I missed doing this with my friends back home.” Because he was dedicated and Atobe could deal with him having a hang-over….if he got one at all.
"What do I lose?" He honestly couldn't remember anymore. He drank some more. Giggled. "Hey, I could... blow you off. I am goooooood."
With a since of finality, Kite reached over and took the glass and the bottle from the tensai. “You are done.” He had won. If Fuji was offering to do that, then he was done. Kite would not cheat on Keigo with anyone, nor would he let Fuji do anything to cheat on his new boyfriend.
"No." Fuji frowned. "You're not un--under the table yet. Why aren't you under the table yet. You would look pretty under the table." Sense. He had it. (Not.)
He was going to make sure that Fuji didn’t get any more. “Yes. Because you are drunk and any more, you’ll end up doing something you regret and will put you in the hospital for the next year.” Because drunk or not, Kite would not go easy on anyone trying to do anything to him. “As for why I’m not, like I said, I grew up on this stuff.” He drunk straight from the bottle. “Now, you owe me…what…11 shots full…so a small bottle will work. You can give it to me whenever.”
Fuji blinked owlishly at him, trying to focus and failing miserably. Instead, he tried to move, get to his feet... With the result that his twisted ankle folded underneath him and he fell forwards towards the table.
Kite’s natural balance and quick reflexes weren’t seemingly unaffected. He quickly moved from his seat, dropping the bottle in order to catch the falling Fuji. He was maybe just a little slower but he still managed it. “See…” He stated, on the floor, with the tensai in his strong arms. “I told you. I told you I won.” He turned his eyes towards the bottle and swore as he wanted it leaking out on the carpet. “Damnit! You owe me a while bottle of it, Fuji.” Kite knew no mercy, it seemed.
"Booty bottle bottled brains," Fuji babbled, not quite aware of his situation at all, it seemed. Instead he nuzzled close to Kite, grinning. "You have strong arms. I... could dance and then the moon was bright over your ass." No, drunkards never really made sense.
Kite stood and then dropped Fuji on the couch. He then went to get his drink. He pouted a little and sighed, tossing the empty bottle into the garbage. Well, he had one more. He was saving it for Sanada. He knew his manly friend needed it just as much as he had. “Stay there.” He stated and then went to flop in a seat next to the fire.
Fuji watched him with slightly unfocused eyes. Then he reached out for whatever object was closest to him - in this case the empty bottle - and tried to throw up into it. It didn't quite work.
What: Drinking contest
When: the day of Kite’s post
Where: the inn
Rating: pg
Comments/crits: go for it
Awamori. It was something Kite had never expected to find all the way out here. It was something that traditionally was found only in Okinawa. It was also something only true Okinawans could stomach for any length of time. Made of rice but distilled, not boiled, like sake. It had almost no flavor and went down so smoothly it was like drinking water. Only after three or four drinks did one realize they had been drinking at all. And then, it was usually too late. He alcohol content was so high that you could light the drink on fire. And Kite had been drinking the stuff since he was in junior high, when he and his Higa would borrow a bit of booze from Yuujirou’s parents liquor store and celebrate their victories and morn their defeats on the beach. He had found it now, and had bough a few bottles. It didn’t matter that he was still underage. No one was about to question him when he looked the way he did.
Now, he sat before the roaring fire of the in, with his bottle of the good stuff and a glass. He had an empty glass near him. He was expecting a visitor. A certain Seigaku tensai thought he could drink him under the table. Fuji was going to learn there were just certain things one did not challenge Kite Eishirou to.
Maybe it was stupid. Two days ago he had gotten really drunk, and embarrassed himself in front of Mizuki. Yesterday he had gotten himself hurt, and then somehow he had ended up dating said data player. And here he was, intent on drinking again. Still, he liked a good challenge when he saw one, and maybe, just maybe, he still carried... not a grudge, not that, but a mild curiousity about Higa that still lingered from when they played Rokkaku that time, way back when. He wasn't entirely certain, but he wished very much to challenge Kite Eishirou... And win. As he found the bespectacled boy he cleared his throat, even though the clicking of his crutches had announced his presence beforehand. "Good evening."
He heard the sound before Fuji had even arrived. He only nodded and shifted. Kite had gotten better over the time he had spent at the camp, but he still had this thing for people getting behind him. He didn’t like it at all. It made him feel paranoid and always put him on his guard. “Ah…So you did come.” He motioned to a chair. “Sit down. Get comfortable. A few of these and you’ll be falling down and needing those even longer.” He stated and took another drink. He was giving Fuji a handicap. Just like Kite. He might play dirty, but when he was utterly confident in himself, he could underestimate others just a little. He never did it for long though. He was pretty good at finding his opponents weak spots and targeting them ruthlessly. “Have you ever had awamori before?” He asked. He was trying to gage just how much of a handicap he was going to give to Fuji.
He did as he was told, noticing the slight jeer, but decided to let it slide for now. He just had to be the one who laughed last, that was all. He shifted about a little, making sure his leg was at its most comfortable, and then leaned back, hands locked over his stomach. "Well, can't say that I have. I've heard of it, of course, but... I've had tequila though, and I quite enjoy it." He smiled cheerfully at him.
Taquilla. Kite almost did laugh then. Cute. The little Mexican drink that could. But it only had 50 % alcohol to it. Awamori was ten percent stronger. If Fuji thought he could last because of that…well, as he had said before, it was his funeral. “I’m sure you’ll like this then. It’s a little taste of my island paradise in a bottle.” He poured a glass. “I suppose if this is going to be a real contest, there need to be stakes. I would wager something you can afford to lose, if I was you.” He thought for a moment. “Me, when I win, you have to buy me however much awamori you drunk.” It seemed fair to him at least.
"Very well then." Fuji watched the clear liquid with fascination. Something he could wager... "Well, if I win, you'll have to state officially that I beat you in a drinking contest. Seems pretty fair, doesn't it?" He leaned forward, reaching out for one of the bottles, pouring himself some in a glass as well.
“No problem.” He answered and watched Fuji pour. He lifted the cup towards Fuji. “To Okinawa.” He then downed his in one gulp, far too sued to the burning sensation the liquor left in it’s wake. He was certain to easily match Fuji and then some.
"To Okinawa, and warm weather~" Fuji grinned and downed his glass (two gulps) and then set it down, blinking as the alcohol kicked in, burning his throat. "... Oh my."
Hard eyes watched the other drink. Two gulps. Pathetic. He was going to win for certain. “It’s good, isn’t it? You can just taste the sunshine and the sea side.” All he needed was the music and the gouya and the rest of his boys. It was hard sometimes, being a team orphan. Keigo had a lot of Hyotei there. Fuji had a ton of Seigaku. There were killer bees of Rikkai left and right. But he and he alone represented the entirety of Higa. For a captain…it was a lonely experience. But he supposed that in a way, he managed to branch out from it. He might still miss them, a lot, but he had also grown by not being around them. “I can drink this stuff all day.” He could too. He’d done it before.
"Why would you want to drink it all day? I mean, when you were home in Okinawa? Wouldn't the seaside and the sunshine be enough, back there?" He poured himself some more.
It was a long painful story and one he wasn’t about to go into. There were enough long and painful things at this camp. Too many things really. So he wasn’t about to add to it. And Fuji didn’t need to know anyway. “There are reasons.” It was all he would say about it too. Instead, he poured again. He would make sure to meet the other drink for drink. Even if he drunk his much faster, slamming it back each time.
The second glass was emptied in one gulp; Fuji wasn't about to hold back if he could help it. Stubborness showing, perhaps. Reasons...? He was certain there were, but he wasn't about to pry. One big revelation per week, thank you very much, he thought, thinking back on his and Niou's conversation. "Well, this warms you up," he said instead, lightly.
He simply nodded. It did warm the body and the soul. At least for him. It was a taste of home. It was a touch of a place that he didn’t see as often as he might have wished. But he had his own life and he had to learn to be away from his beloved island for longer stretches of time. Though he had learned that mainlanders really were no comparison to those back home. It was a different country, even if Japan never let them be so. He just poured. Already his seventh. He wasn’t even dizzy.
Fuji, on the other hand, being on his fifth glass, was starting to feel... loopy, to put it lightly. It was quite difficult, connecting one thought with the next, and he shifted slightly, moving closer to Kite. "... Heh. You don't talk much, do you?"
Kite looked to the tensai. He wondered if the other was going to fall off his chair. Doing so would make him the winner. He wouldn’t stop him. Instead, he just poured another drink. “No. No I don’t.” he didn’t see a problem with it either. You didn’t always have to talk to get your message through. Kite Eishirou was a man of action. He let his actions speak for him for the most part.
"You and Keigo make an interesting com--combination," Fuji said thoughtfully. "He can be pretty v-vocal, and you... You have cool hair." And that had something to do with anything?
He sort of smiled at that. He had to agree. They did make an interesting couple. They were similar in their pride, but they were also so different. He supposed that opposites attracted. He was simply part of a different class. But they made it work and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved Keigo. Enough to work his ass off to get him a ring. A ring he still had in hiding. He smiled a little at the compliment. He was pretty proud of his yankee looks. “Thank you.” And another drink.
And another. Fuji wondered idly why the roof spun around and around and around above him, but it was quite interesting to watch. Well, not counting the somewhat uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, but that wasn't anything he cared to focus on right now. "I have a boyfriend," he declared, nodding.
The Okinawan still wasn’t feeling it. But he could tell it was affecting Fuji. He was winning this. “Do you now?” He asked, amused. “I’m glad for you.” He didn’t know why Fuji wanted him to know that, but he supposed he could sit and listen to the ramblings of the drunk.
"Yes. I don't know why I do, but I asked him and he said ask me when I'm sober and I did and then he said yes so now we're dating." So why is your hand on Kite's lap, you idiot?
There was a had on his lap. With a free hand, he lightly went and picked it up to keep it off him. His hand was strong and rough. He fought most his life, after all. “Well, he’ll be pleased to know that you aren’t sober any more.” Because only Keigo touched him. No one else seemed to. Strange, but he wasn’t the sort of person he was receptive to touching.
"I am sober," Fuji said, or at least that was what he thought he said, but he wasn't entirely certain, because it sounded pretty off. He found himself staring at his hand, as it wasn't on Kite's lap anymore. "You broke it."
Kite really doubted that. He knew for a fact that Fuji wasn’t sober. He knew that he had won. But he was enjoying having someone to drink with. It was sort of like being at Higa again. “No. If I broke it, you would know.” because he wouldn’t stop at breaking. He would shatter it, one bone at a time.
"You are being very pefici... Sephici... Specific about this," Fuji mumbled, flashing Kite a bright smile. "I like that. It shows de--dedication."
“You lose.” He announced and took another drink. “You can’t even talk properly any more.” No that he did either. But he had an excuse. He was Okinawan. He had an accent and quite a thick one. “But you can keep drinking if you want. I missed doing this with my friends back home.” Because he was dedicated and Atobe could deal with him having a hang-over….if he got one at all.
"What do I lose?" He honestly couldn't remember anymore. He drank some more. Giggled. "Hey, I could... blow you off. I am goooooood."
With a since of finality, Kite reached over and took the glass and the bottle from the tensai. “You are done.” He had won. If Fuji was offering to do that, then he was done. Kite would not cheat on Keigo with anyone, nor would he let Fuji do anything to cheat on his new boyfriend.
"No." Fuji frowned. "You're not un--under the table yet. Why aren't you under the table yet. You would look pretty under the table." Sense. He had it. (Not.)
He was going to make sure that Fuji didn’t get any more. “Yes. Because you are drunk and any more, you’ll end up doing something you regret and will put you in the hospital for the next year.” Because drunk or not, Kite would not go easy on anyone trying to do anything to him. “As for why I’m not, like I said, I grew up on this stuff.” He drunk straight from the bottle. “Now, you owe me…what…11 shots full…so a small bottle will work. You can give it to me whenever.”
Fuji blinked owlishly at him, trying to focus and failing miserably. Instead, he tried to move, get to his feet... With the result that his twisted ankle folded underneath him and he fell forwards towards the table.
Kite’s natural balance and quick reflexes weren’t seemingly unaffected. He quickly moved from his seat, dropping the bottle in order to catch the falling Fuji. He was maybe just a little slower but he still managed it. “See…” He stated, on the floor, with the tensai in his strong arms. “I told you. I told you I won.” He turned his eyes towards the bottle and swore as he wanted it leaking out on the carpet. “Damnit! You owe me a while bottle of it, Fuji.” Kite knew no mercy, it seemed.
"Booty bottle bottled brains," Fuji babbled, not quite aware of his situation at all, it seemed. Instead he nuzzled close to Kite, grinning. "You have strong arms. I... could dance and then the moon was bright over your ass." No, drunkards never really made sense.
Kite stood and then dropped Fuji on the couch. He then went to get his drink. He pouted a little and sighed, tossing the empty bottle into the garbage. Well, he had one more. He was saving it for Sanada. He knew his manly friend needed it just as much as he had. “Stay there.” He stated and then went to flop in a seat next to the fire.
Fuji watched him with slightly unfocused eyes. Then he reached out for whatever object was closest to him - in this case the empty bottle - and tried to throw up into it. It didn't quite work.