Highschool Never Ends || Roxas and Vanitas

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Who: vacationisalie and vanityunbcoming
Where: Highschool AU! If you're doing cliche, might as well go all the way
What: One of those high school cross university parties yo momma always warned you against.
Warnings: Alcohol, drugs- ever the constant possibility of violence or sex.

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Ventus, Roxas' cousin (as if the identical similarities between the two didn't give that away), had a way with being sunshine, lollipops and rainbows to everyone he met. He was just naturally naive to the faults of others, the type of kid that it was hard to peg any wrongs on, because it just wasn't his way

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There was an edge to Vanitas' words, one that most people found to be a dangerous indication and immediately shied away from whatever topic was at hand. Roxas? Roxas had learnt to see it as a sign that Vanitas was lying. Why he would need to lie about something like this was startling- somehow, Roxas had imagined him to be a fairly enthusiastic and violent drunk, just another highschool rebel with a penchant for ruining as much public property as possible whilst under the influence.

Looks like he was wrong about that one. But even so, he still smirks, hands dropping slightly as soon as he was sure Vanitas was too far back to jump him whilst he had his guard down.

"Alright. Prove it." Roxas tilts his head up, staring Vanitas down challengingly. Ready to see just how far and deep this fear ran down, to see if Vanitas' little ploy to pick up the dirt on Roxas couldn't just backfire on him. He raises a hand, points at the table. Or more specifically, the small glasses filled and lined up across its surface. "Take a shot."

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"What...?" The question's out of his mouth before he can stop it, surprise flitting across his face. Then, he flicks his gaze in the direction Roxas is pointing at, and his expression hardens again. Damn. It. Of all the fucking luck...

He thinks about arguing, of asking, 'why the hell should I?' but the answer's more than obvious. His bravery and pride's at stake, here, and the more he hesitates, the weaker he'll look. Gritting his teeth, Vanitas steels himself and reaches down, taking up one of the tiny cups between his fingers. It was only one; he could handle one without getting more than a buzz.

Raising it, he makes a toasting motion towards Roxas, eyes pinned to the other from over it's lip. "One shot. Doesn't seem fair I'm the only one, though."

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He can practically hear Vanitas' mind trying to work a way out of this, and to Roxas' triumph, there isn't one. He either takes it or he doesn't, but the latter route is simply going to prove Roxas' point. Its a lose-lose situation, either way, Vanitas is going to do something Roxas wants him to do. He almost grins when the other teen picks up a glass, almost- only to shrug when Vanitas suggests clearly that he should take one too.

"Sounds fair." He makes his way back over, keeping a careful eye on Vanitas before taking a shot of his own, raising the glass in his own mock toast. This really isn't bothering him; he's used to drinking, used to knowing his limits, surpassing them and doing what most teenagers do on a daily basis. Make a dick of himself. "After you."

Part of him is hoping Vanitas actually can't do it, just so, no matter how their fight pans out, Roxas will still have something to hold over his head every time they come into contact.

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Roxas might be disappointed, then, when Vanitas tips the cup against his lips and downs the shot in one swallow. Probably not too disappointed, though, since it's exactly what he had asked for to begin with.

He swallows it fast enough that he doesn't even taste it, hoping that maybe, maybe someone had skimped on the alcohol in favor of freezing the jello faster. No such luck. The burn immediately crawls up his throat, settling like an uncomfortable heat in his chest area. But for his part he doesn't choke or cough, just continues to swallow reflexively in an attempt to soothe it.

Afterward, he tosses his cup into the corner, eyes practically oozing 'fuck you' as he regains some of his earlier cockiness. "Your turn."

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There's no disappointment, especially when Vanitas works so hard not to screw his face up as the alcohol works its magic, the obvious discomfort in the underlying look of hatred directed his way. He got through it, and Roxas almost feels like congratulating him- complete with a baby voice and a few choice words about being all grown up.

But he's standing way too close- as soon as Vanitas is sure that he's swallowed his shot, doubtless they'll be fighting again. Taking the verbal taunts back to fists and kicks, the very base of how their relationship works. He just wants a few moments more, just to enjoy the fact that he got something over Vanitas that easily, even if it wasn't as big as it could have been.

He shakes his head and then takes the shot, making a face and swallowing it quickly. It tasted somewhat off- the jelly some rich world brand name crap he'd never heard of, most likely. He won't let it worry him, dropping the glass on the floor and initiating the first punch with a fist aimed at Vanitas' ribs. "Cheers."

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He was expecting that. If Roxas wasn't going to dive back in, he was, so when the other's fist comes at him, Vanitas is already dodging out of the way. He manages to grab Roxas' wrist in the process, too, yanking him closer into a knee he aims towards the blond's gut.

"Hope you're satisfied." The shot's left a weird, sour taste in his mouth despite his efforts to drink it quickly, and that just pisses him off more. Pulling Roxas back up, he pulls the front of his shirt tight in one hand and tries to throw him off-balance. They're fairly equal in size, though, so he can only heave him so far.

"Because that was your final wish."

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There's no hope of avoiding Vanitas' knee, not with his own motions propelling him into it. Roxas' breath comes out in a heaving wheeze, buckling slightly- but he can guess how this will work. When Vanitas yanks him off balance, the momentum is used to his own advantage, free hand clenched tightly and whalloped into Vanitas' side.

"I'm getting there." A grunt, and though its hardly satisfying, his next movement is to draw his head back and smack it down across the bridge of his eye. "You must be pretty messed up if you think I'd wish anything from you."

Aches and pains be damned, he's got an ass to kick. If he concentrates, it almost feels like the pain is subsiding, or dulling, perhaps. His body is hooked on adrenalin, pumping through his body at a quickening rate. Come Monday neither of them would make a petty picture, but for now, Roxas is on the road to being satisfied.

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He gives a slightly pained 'uh!' when Roxas catches his side, another hiss when he smacks his forehead dangerously close to his eye. That's it.

Vanitas hooks his ankle with a foot and shoves him, sending Roxas toppling backwards. Only he wasn't thinking, and instead of watching him fall into a heap on the floor, the blond's fall is broken by the edge of the bed.

Oh well. It still gives him the opportunity to get another punch in, this time aimed for Roxas' mouth. By now his own lip's stopped bleeding, and strangely enough the pain's ebbed almost completely away, it just looks purpled and angry. And accompanying the dulled pain, the warmness in his chest is beginning to intensify. Goddamn it, if Roxas tricked him into drinking Everclear, he's gonna be livid.

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He bounces against the mattress, rolling just in time for Vanitas' punch to miss him completely. His stomach seems to roll a few seconds behind the rest of him, leaving a steady sinking feeling in his gut that Roxas isn't quite so sure of. Either they were jelly shots and a half, or he'd just gotten them both half blind with a shot of Everclear each. If that was the case, he was going to be so dead, come morning.

Rather than bother with Vanitas, Roxas simply- sits up, expression bemused as his eyes gaze in an unfocused style at the wall. Just what did he give them? It wasn't something he'd been thinking of at the time, but downstairs everything had been drugged at least twice, and that was by 9pm.

"Do you feel weird?" Please say no. Please say no. At least he could be thankful that the pain was at an absolute minimum, for the moment.

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Vanitas was already gearing up for another attack, when that question came. Instead of pausing, he just let his fist fly again, though this time his aim was a little off. If it connected, it'd only leave Roxas with a bruise on his shoulder.

Breathing audibly from a mixture of adrenaline and what he assumed was the alcohol, it was only then that he processed what Roxas had said. So, it wasn't just him. By now, his vision was beginning to turn a little fuzzy at the edges, colors simultaneously blurred and somehow more intense than before. Licking his lip absently, he assessed made a quick, mental assessment of the rest of his body. Aside from that and the absence of pain, everything seemed to be normal.

"It's called 'alcohol'. You know, the shit you just made us drink?"

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He doesn't notice the push until he's laying back against the bed again, but the bounce that comes along with it lets him know that the action wasn't in the slightest bit gentle. It just seems off for a liquor to do this much so quickly- but then, he'd had more than Vanitas tonight. Perhaps he was simply feeling the effects of a mixed amount of drinks, some of which may have had more than one thing in them to discourage his general rationality.

He actually feels quite nauseas, really. The funny thing in that is how it actually suits, leaving him in a state where he doesn't really mind that fact at all. The anxiety stems from how he's almost certain there was something wrong with the drink- were they spiked wrong? Or...spiked right, some would think.

"Like you've never had a drink before. Other than the alcohol, do you feel weird?"

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Roxas isn't fighting him back; this is almost more than what Vanitas could have asked for. Rationally, he knows he should take advantage of this. Attack the other while he's down, disable him, do as much damage as he can while the situation's in his favor.

But as much as he tries to make himself do it, his limbs won't cooperate. In fact, the world is tipping, suddenly... that fuzziness to his vision now becoming a spinning inside his head as he watches the walls slide by.

He needs to lay down for a second.

"No--" But even as he says it, the mattress bounces as Vanitas falls onto it, turning onto his side in an effort to ground himself. Briefly, his brain notices how soft the comforter feels, but that's pushed away in favor of just trying to concentrate on making his senses return to normal. "...Maybe."

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Vanitas hasn't killed him yet- that's always a nice thing. He watches the other teen sway, watches him fall, but he doesn't offer any help. Right now he's enjoying the mattress, licking dry lips and listening to the various meshes of music streaming through from around the house. It sounds good, much better than it had when he was downstairs. His expression slips into something more lax as he glances back at the table, trying to discern what's going on.

It's like a break through, an instant click in his head that has him laughing, albeit quietly. Every drink in the house was spiked. They'd just shot themselves up with a completely unknown substance with no idea of its side effects.

Not that it was really all that funny, but right now it just seemed like the perfect conclusion. Just, perfect.

"Maybe. Yeah, maybe." He rolls onto his side, staring at Vanitas with a serious expression. It flickers into a smile, here and there, but he's doing his best. "All the drinks downstairs were spiked. We just drank abandoned shots."

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Vanitas' eyes were half-lidded, as he felt his muscles alternate between feeling relaxed and tight with energy, like he could suddenly jump down and push himself into doing a hundred pushups without stopping. In effect, it made him look a bit twitchy. And when Roxas rolled over and looked at him, the darker haired teen blinked rapidly as he looked back at Roxas' eyes. They were so... blue. Really blue. He could hear them.

They sounded really nice.

Stifling a laugh that tried to bubble up, he ended up sputtering instead, mouth drawing up into a very uncharacteristic grin. Well, uncharacteristic in the fact that it wasn't cruel or malicious. Still a little insane, though.

"That was really stupid." Then, he couldn't hold his laughter in anymore. Vanitas was the first to crack, rolling onto his back as he covered his mouth with the back of his fist and broke out into peals. So hard, there were tears in his eyes.

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Motions just seem so tight. Vanitas might be laying still, but he could also be vibrating- Roxas can't really tell. It looks fun, whatever he's doing. Add to that his eyes, and his shirt-

"Yeah, it was." He reaches out, idly plucking at the fabric of Vanitas' shirt. The logo, something for some band he doesn't really know, aside that its all in red, is actually kind of annoying. Rude, overly loud in an oddly amusing way that he knows he should find annoying, but Vanitas is still laughing. How is he supposed to be annoyed when Vanitas wouldn't stop spitting gold? "Your shirt needs to shut up."

The green jelly cups, melted and gleaming, singing like bells- they look and sound good too. He's tempted, except that would require; he doesn't know- more movement? Where he is right now is good enough as is, the room positively titilating in its contrast and pitch and tone, so he simply bunches the fabric in his hand and gets rid of it that way.