Drinking
Challenge: Drinking
Words: 163
Raito watched as L awkwardly picked up his can with his index and thumb, gently tilting it to his lips and taking a sip. His vision blurred and he blinked hard to refocus on the insomniac sitting across from him.
His plan had been ingenious, but so primitive that the other wouldn’t have seen it coming. He was to drink L under the table after succeeding in convincing him that a well-deserved break was in order, and then proceed to extract the older man’s real name from his drunken lips. Raito knew he could hold his liquor fairly well, but he had made one fatal mistake in his calculations:
L’s alcohol tolerance was inhuman.
“Would you like another beer, Raito-kun?”
Thirteen cans later and his pale companion could still speak clearly, whereas he was having trouble forming a coherent thought. Before he completely passed out, his mind registered the unusually damp soil in the potted plant next to the pyjama-clad man.
...That bastard.
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AN: I am amused with this challenge. There were so many possibilities...XP I like writing little spoofs better than serious drabbles. ~___~ If we can do more than one entry, I might post up another ficlet thing.
Words: 163
Raito watched as L awkwardly picked up his can with his index and thumb, gently tilting it to his lips and taking a sip. His vision blurred and he blinked hard to refocus on the insomniac sitting across from him.
His plan had been ingenious, but so primitive that the other wouldn’t have seen it coming. He was to drink L under the table after succeeding in convincing him that a well-deserved break was in order, and then proceed to extract the older man’s real name from his drunken lips. Raito knew he could hold his liquor fairly well, but he had made one fatal mistake in his calculations:
L’s alcohol tolerance was inhuman.
“Would you like another beer, Raito-kun?”
Thirteen cans later and his pale companion could still speak clearly, whereas he was having trouble forming a coherent thought. Before he completely passed out, his mind registered the unusually damp soil in the potted plant next to the pyjama-clad man.
...That bastard.
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AN: I am amused with this challenge. There were so many possibilities...XP I like writing little spoofs better than serious drabbles. ~___~ If we can do more than one entry, I might post up another ficlet thing.