endejester
Zac groaned in despair, four fingers? really? Oh god surely that was a sign he was smashed, snookered, plastered....BLITZED even. "I swear if you throw up on my bed...." He started to warn him and trailed off shaking his head again, contemplating the bottle
Demy-Stardust
"Throw up? Soooo not gonna throw up Z man. Never. Nope. No sirreeee...that'd be kinda gross, ya know? And icky..and not cool. I'm the picture perfect image of -cool-"
He looked cool alright, in all his clearly drunken glory.
"Z...Z man. Psssssst, I...I got a secret for ya."
Whisper? What the hell was whispering? Any attempts at it were quickly blown out of the water by how loud and slurred his speech was.
He looked cool alright, in all his clearly drunken glory.
"Z...Z man. Psssssst, I...I got a secret for ya."
Whisper? What the hell was whispering? Any attempts at it were quickly blown out of the water by how loud and slurred his speech was.
endejester
He arched an eyebrow and sighed deeply "What" he said curtly. "What...Dem, what is your 'secret'" he asked with a sort of well worn patience.
Demy-Stardust
"Come hereeee...."
And then he was snagging Z by the shirt collar and dragging him closer.
And then he was snagging Z by the shirt collar and dragging him closer.
endejester
"What are you -doing-! Let go of me!" He protested. "God you ARE drunk you -smell- drunk!" He protested blushing furiously at the sudden proximity.
Demy-Stardust
"I TOLD you I have a secret to tell you!"
Despite the protests he pulled him closer. Afterall, when had Demy ever given a s**t about anyone's personal space? And it was only when he was at a level deemed 'close enough' which was probably WAY TOO CLOSE for anyone's personal comfort, did he dare tell the secret.
"I -like- you...ya know?"
And there he was, attempting to plant a kiss on the lips of the other boy.
...which unfortunately was not meant to be, because it was at that time the alcohol really caught up with him, and the blonde flopped over in Z's lap.
Despite the protests he pulled him closer. Afterall, when had Demy ever given a s**t about anyone's personal space? And it was only when he was at a level deemed 'close enough' which was probably WAY TOO CLOSE for anyone's personal comfort, did he dare tell the secret.
"I -like- you...ya know?"
And there he was, attempting to plant a kiss on the lips of the other boy.
...which unfortunately was not meant to be, because it was at that time the alcohol really caught up with him, and the blonde flopped over in Z's lap.
endejester
Dem, right there, RIGHT in his -face-...so close they were...you'd have been able to shove a news paper between them but only if it were folded well. Right there... RIGHT THERE, and ... a confession?... He -liked- him? What kind of confessions was -that-? Of course he liked him, they were roomies, that was why he used Dem for plans and... And then he moved in with a -clear- intent to... to KISS. Oh damn...THAT kind of like. He was at a loss of how to respond to that, the only person he'd ever kissed was his MOTHER, and that was on her =cheek=, and surely...surely he should be -discouraging- this kind of behavior....really, any time now... he shouldn't at ALL be leaning forward in =answer= to it. Not that it -mattered- about 4 seconds later, when Dem face planted into his LAP. One -might- have thought that in a romantic sence or ...-something- sence, it would be a good thing to have someones head in your lap. It ... wasn't. It really kind of HURT. The muffled choke sound he made as someone's -chin- thudded to places it was NEVER meant to rest, was undoubtedly entertaining.
If Dem had been awake for it he might have laughed, as it was, once he felt he could -breathe- again. He was left with an unconsious Dem, who nearly kissed him, a lot of questions concerning his own -reaction- to the development, and half a bottle of booze.
