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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...

[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.]

[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?

[amaranteleven.livejournal.com]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

Your fly's undone.

[juuust standing by himself over here.]

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

[grumble.]


[glare.]

Hangover, that's all.

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

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

[looks at the tray.]

[looks at Sora.]

[narrows eyes.]

...Okay, what's the catch?

What is it, poisoned?

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

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

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

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

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

You need something?

[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]

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

[silent.]

[staring.]

[He... No... No, no, no, no.]

Well... I. He-... It...

[bites his lower lip, wide-eyed - not sure what to say.]

...WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP ME?

[amaranteleven.livejournal.com]

[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.

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

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

Don't give me that look, jackass.

[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.

[watermuzic.livejournal.com]

[And a sudden recoil... ]

S-So you are that mean Axel?

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

One and the same, bright eyes. Keep your mouth shut or I melt your face.

[watermuzic.livejournal.com]

... You know, you don't have to be so mean to me. You were the one being mean to me...and i would never tell. And even with me not wanting to tell because i'd be equally as ashamed, you are still mean to me... I just don't understand...

[amaranteleven.livejournal.com]

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

Well. [resting his wrists on his knees, flips his hands sarcastically] Guess that just makes me mean, huh...? [mock-pout]

[shakes head] Teh... Just makes you more of a bitch, too.

[stands up and stretches, pants hanging loosely at his hips - brings his arms down as he steps closer to Demyx and roughly grabs his face] Get this through your thick head: Nothing happened.

[bondedflame.livejournal.com]

[Heh, he looked away. Good - once again, Axel gets his way.]

[smirks.] Got somethin' on your neck, there, ma'am.

[watermuzic.livejournal.com]

... You know what? I am sick of people like you. I am not going to let you just push me around. I think i will tell. I will tell everyone!

[Demyx was starting to look a bit teary-eyed again. But he wasn't going to cry. Not this time. ]

You're a bad person!