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[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

[slumped against a wall, just woke up a few moments earlier]

Mmnuh... [winces and holds his head, there's an empty vodka bottle resting on the floor next to him - glances down at it and groans]

[and that brings his attention to his unzipped pants - oh yeah. That happened.]

Aw hell. [panics a bit - what else happened last night? And who saw? Oh God.]

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[unstabled.livejournal.com]

[I spy with my little eye... someone that is hungover. Saunters on over, hands in pockets. That smile is not a good smile]

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

[jumps, grabs his head] HOLY--! What the HELL, man?!

[grabs the empty bottle and throws it at him, not really aiming for anything]

Ughhh...

[unstabled.livejournal.com]

[Watches it soar over his head.]

My, what lousy aim you have, Axel.

[Head tilt, innocent smile]

What's the matter, Ax? Not feeling well?

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

[grumble.]


[glare.]

Hangover, that's all.

[eyes him - hoping to God he didn't see anything last night.]

[unstabled.livejournal.com]

You know what I was thinking, old chummy chum of mine? About how much last night blew. Could you even think of anything that could blow harder than last night?

I mean... it really sucked.

[whistle]

Well. I can think of one thing that blows harder than last night.

Like, oh I don't know. ...Demyx?

[You're obviously praying to the wrong God, Axel]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

Good Morning.

[Don't mind him popping in to set down a tray with hot breakfast on it, he heard what went on last night and figured the guy needed something to eat. Along with some medication which was right next to the cup of orange juice. Looking up with contrasting eyes that held his worry.]

Are you feeling okay?

[Yes, this Sora could be concerned for just about anyone, already picking up the bottle of vodka with pursed lips as he threw it in the trash.]

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

[looks at the tray.]

[looks at Sora.]

[narrows eyes.]

...Okay, what's the catch?

What is it, poisoned?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[F-Facepalm.]

It's not poisoned...

[Guess random acts of kindness weren't normal here.]

I just kinda heard some stuff and saw you like this.

[He gestured the the surroundings, pointing to the bottle of vodka and Axel's unzipped pants. Which should be zipped and buttoned.]

And thought you might need some help.

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

...Heard some stuff?! [alarmed] What kind of stuff? From who?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

Just some racket coming from here, I kind of took over the room next door.

[Ix-nay on the moans-ay. He'll just stick with a sheepish smile as he rubbed the back of his head with a weak laugh.]

Had me worried that something horrible happened in here.

[Or a little bow chicka wow-wow.]

[amaranteleven.livejournal.com]

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

[looks up at Marluxia, makes a face and buttons his pants]

And just what do you think you're looking at.

[amaranteleven.livejournal.com]

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

[holding his head, rubs his temple - geez, his head aches.]

Don't give me that look, jackass.

[amaranteleven.livejournal.com]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

Your fly's undone.

[juuust standing by himself over here.]

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

Tch, yeah. Kinda noticed. [zips it up]

You need something?

[watermuzic.livejournal.com]

[Demyx swore not to leave is room again after last night, but of course, there he was walking down that familiar hall where the incident happened. He, at first, didn't think much of Axel, especially since there were so many... But that vodka bottle looked familiar. Was it the...same one? ]

...Have we met? [Yeah, he was as slow as he was gullible. ]

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

[jerks head up with a spiteful glare]

Don't even talk to me.

[watermuzic.livejournal.com]

... [He sort of cocked his head at him. He would take that as a no, then. ]

You don't have to be so rude...

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

If you so much as mention last night to anyone, I will personally cut your tongue out.

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

Well someone must've had fun last night~

[Dem here is just leaning against the doorframe with a goofy grin on his face, it might've been assumed as smug. But he was only humored by the scene in front of him.]

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

[looks up]

Not really.

And what would you know?

[rubberduckyboi.livejournal.com]

Well by the looks of it, you must've taken care of something by yourself.

[Let's his gaze drift to the welcoming comity of unzipped pants, corking an eyebrow in accusation.]

Or got someone else to do it for you.

[Shruuuugs, entering the room.]

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

[irritated glance to the side] ...Got drunk last night. Did something I'm not so proud of. [grins up at him]