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Oh, how he wanted that, and yes and please! To be picked up and carried like a princess across a threshold. No! Like a commander across a battlefield; resplendently perched on the shoulders of his subordinates, held aloft, because he was beloved, and didn't need his feet to touch the ground. Was worthy of being carried, light, lovely, precious cargo. Snorted softly at the invasively stunning imagery of his own thoughts, the ridiculousness of them.

"No, no-no-no...no? You've done your part! I can, no, I will make it the rest of the way." determination, drunken determination, slurred and spurred on by the fact that Gilmore had gone above and beyond the necessary to guide him over and around. To have been kind enough to him throughout - gotten them a ride home, handled, all the things. Mier already owed him so much, knew he'd have to repay him, somehow...

Had to try - used Gilmores frame to steady himself, took a pair of wobbly steps and then halted. Breathed and demanded the ground be still under his command, to the open air possibly. He'd managed to stand at least, all on his own. Mier was proud of himself for managing it, turned and flashed a vibrant pink grin to Gilmore; like he'd done some impressive trick that warranted heaps of praise. "See..see..I can,uh, walk? I'm walking, right now even. You just..." blushed at the slow roll of the drawl, the ways it made his knees weak, but insisted with he keep going. Soft shooing motions as he let Gilmore lead on.

Mier would take his chances with his trying - call the man back to fetch him if he failed to make it the few concrete pathway steps forwards. Get carried then, once he was on his a**, and not a step sooner.

High pitched snicker, a loose giggle of laughter as he followed along - put overdue focus on placing one clipped heel to toe in front of the other, over and over again. Took safe little strides and only stumbled a touch. Pride immeasurable for that, managing walking a semi straight line that was only a little weavy.

Was so busy...watching his feet...watching Gils leading form. Drooled slightly over the wide expanse of his back, and wondered how it was anyone on the earth was built like that. Like a mountain, like Everest, like redwoods become man.

"Mmmhmmm....enjoying the air..." he could do that, easily. Was so busy doing that, watching Gil, watching his feet, watching the tilt of the dark sky above. That he utterly failed to notice the approaching shadow at his back. A familiar reaching hand that snatched first his long trialing braid yanked harshly enough that Mier saw sky and let out stark startled shriek of sound as the hand then found his shoulder, gripped hard enough to haul him back, unbalanced him entirely, and Mier's body found the ground, scrabbled onto his back and looked up at the rather irate form from earlier...

Thought ********** as the man went off, hollered about any number of things that Mier couldn't parse, though the adrenalin was rapidly sobering, it did little for his ability to get past the stupor that had laid on him like a blanket. To pick apart the pissed lush's words. Said something about Mier being a 'b***h', about money wasted, and drinks poured, and how he was owed something.

Recompense or compensation? Mier couldn't tell, but he would've given it to him, given something, anything, to distract enough to get up off the ground and away.

Let those thought's become ashen and bitter as he cussed a high string of profanities, vivid wreck of sound and his eyes fell from the glower leveled at his face to the sharp flash of steel in the looming mans grip.

"W-wait-wait-wait!! Please!"

Didn't see Gil at first - everything was so fast - lightning and fire and blood. Saw Gil after. Flinched as he was suddenly hoisted up, held. Though his defensive curl only lasted a moment before it became a cloying cling.

Leaving - leaving was good. Didn't care for the how, if he was led, if he were carried. Wanted out, saw phones and heard voices and wanted out, because his pulse was in his ears drowning the sounds, and he was shaking, and no he wasn't harmed but the shock of it was enough to send his adrenaline racing, shatter the gentle little stupor and make him cling dizzily to Gil like a lifeline.

"Uh-hm...." Bit his lip on the sound and gave a stupid little nod, he was fine, he'd be fine. Nothing more bruised than his ego and his a**, nothing injured except where his hair had been yanked - the sting of that which would be easily soothed with a shower. Mier wanted to call the downed man a b***h for the move of it; except his tongue was leaden in his mouth.

So he clutched at Gil and nodded. Shoved his face into the crook of the mans neck so he didn't have to see the smattering of blood and smear of the other mans face where he lay prone across the ground. Thoroughly beaten, deserved it, <******** to have the words to praise Gil for it, thank him again, and how many times would he be the damsel that night!? Should've apologized for being the absolute ruin of a good time. Shame for that, hiss of a whine and he choked on it, bit it off, because it wasn't exactly the time to become a scene in the middle of a scene he'd clearly caused. ********, somehow?

"can we leave now.." whispered that instead against the deep earth toned flesh under his lips. Breathed Gil in and just - just breathed, maybe. Breathed deeply as he realized that being drunk was fun until it wasn't. Would've handled this better, handled everything better; were he sober.