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[1stguardian]

Who: Dante (tries-too-hard) and Ichigo (1stguardian)
When: Day 70
Where: S Mart
What: Two guys hang out, get drunk, and have some fun
Rating: PG-13

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[tries_too_hard]

Dante wasn't paying the most attention to Ichigo, getting somewhat lost is the bubbles of his beer. The second smack, the one that connected, startle Dante, knocked him sideways so that he almost spilled the beer. A bleary, spinning moment passed as his sense of balance reoriented, and his head turned in Ichigo's direction.

"Huh?"

The eloquent response nevertheless was only miniscule precursor to Dante's rise to his wobbly feet.

"Well fuck that! C'mon, we've got grapes to.... gather. And beer to get." His words were slurred, and he weight pendulumed between his feet, but Dante reached out a hand to Ichigo nevertheless.

[1stguardian]

Oh. right. Getting the supplies meant actually getting up. Well, no problem. Ichigo could get up. Yeah, that's right. Up he was getting.

A second passed before he realized that no, he wasn't getting up. He was, in fact, still staring blankly at Dante's hand like he hadn't the first idea what to do with it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity in which the sofa spun like an amusement park ride and turned the world inside out, Ichigo's brain managed to convey the message that the hand was instrumental in gaining his feet. He flashed the half-devil a grin and grabbed his hand.

"Right, let's go."

And pulled.

Successful as his brain had been in communicating that the hand played a part in rising, it had neglected to remind him that his feet were a necessary part of the equation.

[tries_too_hard]

Dante didn't precisely register the delay. Then again, when at last Ichigo pulled, Dante didn't much seem to register he was meant to pull in the opposite direction, nor that the sophisticated physics that would prompt the combined efforts of Ichigo pulling as Dante did the same in the other direction, aided by Ichigo's legs, was not coming together as it should. Instead, Dante upended into the younger boy with something of an inelegant squawk, and lost his footing entirely.

The resultant mess was a thing not easily picked apart.

[1stguardian]

Up was turning into down a lot faster than Ichigo had anticipated. And not just down, either. Down into the cushion in a tangle of arms and legs and too much half-devil. Someone was yelling. It was a disorganized, incomprehensible garble that sounded like nothing whatsoever, and after a minute of trying to figure out why he couldn't breathe, Ichigo realized that it was him.

And that he was buried underneath a landslide of red leather. And that he wasn't making any sense, or breathing, because there was a strip of that leather covering most of his face. Flailing around, Ichigo finally got himself free of the coat and tried to sort out which part of the disorganized, and alcoholically disconnected, jumble belonged to Dante.

"Hey!" Okay, that was a word. Kind of slurred and confused, but a word. "This isn't up, man. It's down. I thought we were getting up. For food." The emphasis was important, just in case one or the other of them forgot.