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Characters: Demyx (sitar_rock) and Axel (burningsheets)
Date/Time: December 19, evening/night
Location: A bar :D
Rating: PG (may possibly change later)
Summary: Demyx is depressed at the thought of Zexion possibly leaving, and goes out for a drink with Axel to get his mind off it.

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Pushing the hood of his black leather jacket up, Axel let out a little exhale of breath. The warm air clouded up in front of him, chilled in this winter air. Fuck, I really do hate winter. It was freezing and it was icy and it meant layers and layers of restricting clothing, and it had taken... Shaking his head clear, Axel briskly strode the rest of the way to Demyx and Emo-kid's apartment.

It was lucky that he'd been able to get his colleague to take his shift- not that she didn't owe him a few for taking care of some of the more insistent customers, though. The way he was now, he probably needed a stiff drink as much as Demyx did.

"Fuck," Axel muttered as a sudden gust of freezing wind buffeted around him, seeping in through the layers of coat and jacket. He leaned against the door and banged his knuckles and most of his arm against it quickly.

"Oi, Dem, you better be ready to go, because I'm not going to stand around here and get turned into a human icicle," he called through the wood.

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A banging at the door, and Demyx let his lips quirk into a vague smile, then shoved Melody out of the way gently and made his way over to open the door. "Axel popsicle, just what I wanted."

Stepping out of the way so the redhead could come inside if he wanted, he pulled the closet door open to dig his coat out, and shrugged into it quickly before shoving his feet into his boots and checking to make sure his keys were in his pocket.

Then, looking back toward Axel, he paused. Inspecting him for a moment, Demyx frowned. "You look like shit, man. You alright?"

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Quickly stepping inside to thaw a bit, Axel raised an eyebrow. "Don't know about you, Dem, but I kinda like whatever I'm sucking on to not freeze my tongue off. Especially in this weather." He jerked a thumb towards the chilly December air outside

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Typical Axel; but at least the comment made him grin a little. That was one thing about Axel, he could always cheer him up. "Well, I guess I can share that sentiment." The other was scratching Melody-- who apparently was an attention whore tonight-- and Demyx shifted a bit before nudging him away from the door and motioning for Axel to head outside again.

"Heh. Yeah but you have to remember, I was normally the one being hit on, not the other way around." Closing the door behind them, he locked it quickly, then tucked his hands into his coat pockets. "That's obvious. If you were sleeping properly you wouldn't have saddlebags under your eyes like that."

Moving down the hall, he glanced sideways toward the taller man. "So where are we going?"

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"Betting on it," Axel replied, just as they turned into the street.

Port Royale was starting to get lively, this time of the night, though most of the first wave of regular patrons were already inside. It was pretty popular for a pseudo-historically themed bar, Axel had to admit, with the wooden panels, artfully torn hangings, and the bartenders dressed like pirates and whores. As far as Axel was concerned, though, it was warm and it had booze- two very good things it had going for it.

Ushering Demyx inside, Axel did a perimeter scan of his surroundings, smiling when he found an empty table. "Come on, there's a table with our names on it right over there," he nudged the blonde with a shoulder.

"I'll go get the drinks- did you want anything before we started doing shots?"

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Well, even if he lost, Demyx figured it wouldn't hurt to give it a try; and anyway, he was going to get drunk one way or another, so doing shots was as good a way as any to get the alcohol intake. "Just 'cause I've got a lower tolerance than you."

Looking around, the blonde confirmed to himself that the place really was familiar; either he had been here once before, or it was just a serious case of deja vu. Following Axel's gaze when the redhead nudged him, Demyx shook his head. "Nah. Shots are fine with me tonight." Whatever took the edge off, basically, and the faster the better. He was sure the stress and worry was going to kill him otherwise.

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"Doesn't mean you have to have less guts than me, too," Axel finished off, dumping his coat and jacket in Demyx's arms with a wink before heading for the bar

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That was basically what he'd been going for, so Demyx just waved a hand as he took Axel's coat, then draped it over the back of one of the chairs before shrugging out of his own and repeating the process with another.

Dropping into his chair then, he stretched a bit, arms out across the table top, then leaned back and cast a glance toward the bar where Axel was. That was an interesting outfit; Demyx was tempted to say it was for his job, but then again, knowing Axel it just as possibly might not have been. That aside, his friend wasn't looking very good. He was starting to wonder if dragging the redhead out like this was a good idea.

A moment later, Axel returned, setting a bottle on the table. Black rum. Just the thing. Despite his mood, Axel's words forced a grin to Demyx's lips. "Heh. Been a loooong time since you asked me that question, Axel."

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"Then you'd both have been bums fucking like rabbits 24/7," Axel interjected reasonably. Clearly, Zexion was the type that pushed people away once they got insecure. In which case, as long as either of them didn't do anything too bad, the situation would probably right itself, given time. Probably

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A blink when Axel swiped his glass, and Demyx sighed. They were going to need another bottle of rum at this rate. Finishing off the new shot when the redhead poured it, Demyx busied himself filling both of their glasses again. The blonde swayed he bottle in his hand for a moment, considering, before setting it down again and swallowing his shot quickly, before Axel could steal that one too.

"I know you hate winter, but you never bothered to tell me why." He wasn't entirely sure if he sounded annoyed, like he was pouting, or possibly a bit of both. Blue eyes flicked over Axel's features. After a moment he propped his head in his hand again. "Back before we met, what happened to you?"

Axel was obviously trying to change the subject. Demyx nodded anyway. If he could make up with Zexion, he would. Though he rolled his eyes at the emphasis his friend put on the "mis-tah monogamy" part.

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A little voice at the back of his head told him he'd probably just done something very stupid, swallowing this much alcohol when he was this damn tired. Then again, most of him was also too damn tired to care

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The more they drank, the more tired Axel seemed. Demyx was starting to feel guilty; clearly his friend was in no state to be out like this. He made a mental note to make sure he dragged Axel back to his apartment and tucked him firmly into his bed before heading home himself