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Renor blinked blearily as the bottle of vodka was snatched out of his hands, and another was placed instead. He took a sip of that, ignoring the fuzzy feeling in his throat, and letting his tail hang over the edge of the tub.

He turned to Rhine to grab back the clear-bottle of what he drank first, when his vision started fuzzing, and instead of seeing Rhine, he saw something infinitely more appealing. Belatedly wondering where Rhine went, he took a long pull of the bottle in his hand, tasting something stale and almost dusty. He reached forward with his free hand, hooking the other someone around his neck and tugging him closer.

((Really drunk now xd I don't even know what Renor's seeing, just something he really likes rofl ))

Renor held the bottle away from him, almost smashing the bottle on the tiled wall as he pulled Rhine's head close to his, still seeing something pleasant. Kissing him roughly, Renor pushed against him, pushing his back into the space between the faucet and the ledge coming from the wall.

He broke for a second to take another swig of the melon colored liquid from the bottle, idly wrapping his tail around his waist.

Renor broke off the touch as he was pushed backwards in the tub, just as the shower turned on. He shivered convulsively as the cold water hit him, then relaxed, enjoying the water coursing down his chest, getting his shirt and shorts wet. Due to the slippery surface, Renor's elbows, which had been propping him up in the tub, slipped, and he dropped down on his back in the tub, Rhine laying on top of him. Through his drunken fuddledness, Renor felt a touch near the crotch of his shorts; the guy's hand was near his shorts. He wasn't sure what to make of that, aside from that his head felt light and fuzzy.

Renor was struggling through the drunken haze to sit up, having previously dropped the bottle of shiny red liquid before at a moment he couldn't remember, his hands on the sides of the tub. When Rhine slipped again, though, and landed on him, the breath got knocked out of him, clearing the haze for a moment as his face turned a deep scarlet, realizing that Rhine, for his vision cleared enough for the "pleasing image" to disappear, Rhine popping back, and that he had shed his shorts and wore only a shirt now.

His face went to an even deeper red if that was possible as the baggy t-shirt was tugged over his head, immediatly forgotten. The rest of the room was also forgotten as Rhine kissed Renor; the only thing the asian dragon felt was his friend's hand on the back of his head, his lips on his. He levered himself closer, pushing into the kiss, as his surroundings seemed to swirl around him, sparing on arm to wrap around Rhine's waist...

((OKAY. Skipping forward who knows how long! xd redface ))

Renor twitched at the bite on his neck; he was starting to rub off the effect of the alchohol, and he felt Rhine's weight on his back. It was pressing his belly into the side of the tub, and his a** hurt. Alot. He blearily waved an arm behind him, trying to push Rhine off his back, but he was still a little fuzzed out from the booze. Instead, his hand just waved about in the air near Rhine's hip. Twitching his tail, he curled it around Rhine's ankle, pulling his leg. "Rh-Rhine... She'll be home soon..." He mumbled, hoping the other dragon knew who "she" was.

Satine was indeed on her way home; she was in the air on her broomstick, a few miles away from the apartment, and siwftly approaching. A plastic bag with some groveries was hanging from a hook conveniently attached to her broom handle.

((*Dies blushing* xd ))

Renor let him kiss him for a second, before he started struggling, having somehow rolled around so his chest was against Rhine's. He started pushing against him, pushing Rhine away from him, repeating "Rhine, Rhine." Finally he got away from Rhine, mainly due to the fact that he fell over the side of the tub. Rubbing his neck, and feeling the hickeys there from Rhine's teeth, he winced slightly, feeling around for his clothes. "Rhine, Satine's gonna be home soon..." He mumbled again, groggily standing up.

Satine had landed at the bottom of the apartment complex, walking through the lobby and going into the elevator. She was on the bottom floor, going to the 17th, and waiting impatiently while tapping her foot, the grocery bag held up by her tail.

Renor nodded, finally standing up, though fairly lopsidedly. "Right..." He said, kneeling down clumsily to pick up the near empty bottles. Crap. Hell if Heath doesn't notice these missing... He thought to himself as he slid his shorts on, the three bottles in one arm, his other hand holding up the shorts. He didn't bother with his shirt; he left it lying ontop of the toilet, slightly damp from the shower.

Walking out of the bathroom, Renor momentarily considered throwing the bottles out the window, but decided that probably wasn't too good of an idea, since it might fall on someone. But he couldn't put them in the trashcan either, since Satine'd definately see that. "Rhine, can you toss these through the mirror?" He asked, raising his voice.


Satine was just hitting the 15th floor, foot still tapping, as Renor had started pulling his shorts on. As her son started contemplating what to do with the empty bottles, the elevator door started to open onto the 17th floor, and she squeezed through it before it was all the way open, walking quickly down the carpeted hallway towards her apartment.