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 Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:39 am
”70 bottles of beer on the wall, 70 bottles of beer…” Damian was drunk off his a**. Empty beer bottles were scattered around the couch which is where he was currently laid out across in his boxers, swinging yet another bottle. ”Take one down, pass it around” Here the redhead paused taking a long sip from the bottle. ”69 bottles of beer on the wall…heh, 69.” He dissolved into giggles at the number, it was such a dirty number.
Forgetting about the song, his focus being turned to the number he stumbled off the couch keeping a tight grip on his bottle. ”Carter? Hey! Carter!” Where the hell was his roommate? He had something hilarious to share, damn it. He began stumbling around the room hanging on the wall to help keep him steady. ”Carter?” He was starting to sound lost, where’d he go? He was there when he started drinking wasn’t he? Wait…when did he start drinking? He couldn’t quite remember. The nineteen year old shook his head, that didn’t matter. All that mattered was he had to share his hilarious news with his roommate.
Shoving himself away from the wall Damian went to take another drink of beer, frowning when the bottle was empty. ”Damn it..” The words were grumbled to himself, and the bottle was dropped to the floor. Stupid beer bottle being empty. He ambled his way to the fridge, rubbing at his beard as he did so. It was starting to get a little scruffy, definitely more than the stubble he used to wear, but not as bad as Thor. He never wanted to be as hairy as Thor. He shuddered at that thought and pulled another bottle out of the fridge, using the refrigerator magnet bottle opener to pop the cap off.
He tilted the bottle back, life was easier when he was drunk. He didn’t have to worry about what he was going to do, or how he was going to do it. He also didn’t have to think about the visions he saw every time he visited his home planet. He could just be in the moment, it was so much better. Speaking of being, what had he just been doing? The redhead scrunched up his face trying to remember what it was he had been trying to do.
Oh! Find Carter. Where was the little guy? It wasn’t like he fit under the bed. ”Come on, man, stop hiding from me.” He was whining now, the fridge being left open in his dismay while he looked for his roommate, tripping over his feet every few steps.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:45 am
Some students watched the clock out of sheer boredom. Others watched the clock to count down the time until freedom. For Carter Martin, he watched every second and every minute tick by, his fingers all but gnawing on the pencil in his hand. It was evident that he would receive low marks in class for his obsession with the clock rather than the work before him, but he had a very good reason why. And this time, it wasn't his injury -- he had already used that as his excuse several times today. While it was healing rather nicely (in fact, he was pretty sure he could get the stitches removed any day now), that certainly wasn't it. There was an unsettling feeling that Carter had been unable to shake off, one that grew every time he was at home with his roommate Damian.
Lately in their shared apartment, there was something amiss. Clothes here, pizza box there... It tended to be a mess. Though to be honest, Carter wasn't exactly one for being neat. He shamelessly crammed papers into his backpack with little thought for what else was in there at the time, and rarely bothered putting paper in folders to keep them neat. His locker had things piled in it, and his old room was sorted by piles of clothes. He had taken living with his parents for granted. Having a neat room was nice. The least he could do was try to keep the place orderly. He owed Damian that much. His teammate-roommate didn't have to take him in when Carter's family moved out of Destiny City. Living with Damian beat living in the Pleiades base, but at the same time...
Carter knew something was amiss. The answer greeted him as soon as he entered the door, nearly dropping his skateboard as soon as he got a good look inside. "Damian? I'm home," he called, opening the closet and stuffing his backpack and skateboard inside. "Damian? Da- holy s**t."
The blunette finally saw the collection of empty bottles Damian had left all over. He knew Damian liked to drink, but... this much? The reason why the garbage bags had been so heavy lately was answered in a moment, the undeniable truth staring him in the face.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:50 am
Damian hadn't noticed the mess that was building up in their apartment. Before he started drinking heavily he had tried to keep it clean, wanting at least a semblance of order. But that had all gone away when he started spending more money on beer than he did on gas. The only thing he kept up with now was going to the gym every morning for at least an hour. It was a habit he couldn't break after months of doing it consistently. But the house? His appearance? The house was becoming a constant mess, and his beard and hair were starting to get a little wild.
The sound of the door opening had Damian spinning around, only he was drunk and spinning wasn't the best thing to do while inebriated. The redhead fell to the ground with a thud, unable to catch himself. He winced as he pushed himself up, somehow managing to save his beer. He had rug burn on one of his knees, but ignored it. Carter was home! He could finally share his news. "Carter!" Stumbling towards the door he grinned. "Where have you been, man? I've been looking all over you, uh for you, yeah." Shaking his head he somehow made it to Carter's side without falling.
Slinging an arm over the bluenette's shoulder he tugged him close. "Do you want to hear something hilarious? Of course you do." He leaned in close as if he had something important to say, his breath reeking of alcohol. His voice dropped to a low whisper, and he paused for dramatic effect. "I've 69'd before." And with that he started laughing uncontrollably, the only thing keeping him on his feet was the arm around Carter's shoulders.
When his laughter finally subsided he moved his arm so that he could get back on the couch, but he lost his balance falling to the ground again. This sent him into another bout of laughter, even though he had no idea what was so funny. His laughter was cut off when the bottle was raised to his lips, taking another long swig. Rolling his head back he stared up at the bluenette, a wide grin on his face. "Dude, you're really tall from down here."
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:53 am
For someone that often dressed in overly baggy clothes in bright colors, Carter wasn't one to tell Damian how to dress or what to look like. For all he knew, he had thought Damian's attempts to grow a beard was the redhead's attempts to get in touch with his wild side. Or something like that. He honestly didn't know, and didn't feel like it was within his rights to ask as much as he wanted to. Damian still functioned (if you could call it that) like he normally did. At least until today.
His green eyes were still locked on the sight of empty bottles before him. One, two, three... How many were there?! Carter broke his gaze as he heard a loud thud, moving quickly into their apartment in time to see Damian pull himself to his feet with yet another bottle in his hand. "Damian? I... I have school?" Carter ventured slowly as Damian moved back to his feet. Oh man, he was going towards him. What was he supposed to do?
The weight of Damian's arm around his shoulder nearly toppled the smaller man over. Being tugged close also nearly toppled him over, the skater's quick reflexes the only thing saving from making the pair of them tumble down again. He didn't get a chance to respond to Damian as he asked him the question, the bluenette holding his breath as Damian leaned close. Man! He reeked of alcohol! There was a sinking feeling in Carter's stomach that lead him to believe that those bottles of beer weren't collected over the past couple of days. He didn't want to think too long on the possibility of the bottles accumulating on the table there over the course of a couple hours.
Damian's laugh made Carter wince, the bluenette bracing himself as he took the force of Damian's weight. His leg buckled before he shifted his weight onto his good leg, wincing. Being a senshi certainly had its benefits -- if only his injuries would heal faster! But then again, maybe he should start getting up early to join his roommate at the gym. Damian stumbling his way over to the couch was a relief, but that relief turned quickly into concern as Damian fell again. "Are you al-" The drunken laugh cut off Damian's words as he stood there, unsure of himself. What... What was going on?
"Yep, I think I'm taller than you," Carter said slowly, carefully walking over to him. He bent his knees and offered his hand out to Damian to help him up. "Come on, wouldn't you be more comfortable on the couch? I mean, you are supposed to be the tall one, after all. Sitting on the couch will make you tall again..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:53 am
When Carter said he had school Damian just rolled his eyes. School was for squares, or something. He was so glad he was out of that hell hole, it was just work work work. So lame. Now he was graduated and a senshi. He was bad a**! Not that he'd been doing much running around as Orion lately. Drunkenly running around on rooftops hadn't been as fun as he thought it would be. Now he just spent his time at home, drinking, and when he wasn't at home he was hungover at work.
All this moving around and falling was making Damian tired. Maybe he'd just lie down on the floor and take a nap. But wait...his beer wasn't empty. He couldn't let a good bottle of beer go to waste. Maybe sleeping wasn't the best idea, not yet. He should definitely finish his beer first. Carter's voice cut through the haze and he blinked up at him. "The couch?" Why would he want to be on the couch? The floor was so comfortable! He looked away from the bluenette to stare at the hand that was being offered to him. Haha, fingers were funny. Reaching up with his beer free hand he grabbed Carter's finger wiggling it around. "Haha, finger. Did you know that fingers are called phalanges? Phaaalaaaanges." It seemed someone had remembered something from science class.
It was then the rest of Carter's words filtered through his head. He could be taller? His eyes lit up and he grabbed the other man's arm to pull himself up. "Hell yeah I wanna be tall again." Chugging the remainder of the beer he dropped the empty bottle so it could join the others. He then proceeded to stumble run up to the couch, climbing on it. It seemed he was going to take Carter's suggestion one step further. Clumsily he managed to balance himself with one foot on the arm of the couch, and the other on the back of it. "I'm King of the world!"
Or at least he was until he wobbled, his alcohol addled body unable to support him. He fell sideways, throwing his arms out to try and break his fall. Hands hit the lamp on the end table sending it flying and he landed on the end table, all the wind knocked out of him. He gasped trying to breathe, but he wasn't able to catch his breath. Oh god what was going on? Panic eyes looked towards Carter, was he dying? Death by end table wouldn't be at all epic.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:54 am
If Carter knew Damian was running around as Orion drunk, the first step of action would be to shove Damian's henshin pen into a metal dish. That metal dish would then be filled with water, then it would be stuck in the freezer. HA! Carter would like to see Damian try to henshin up then. It was for his own good, really. Or at least it would be until Damian used the frozen henshin pen to keep his beer cold. Then Carter would have to think of something else.
"Geh--!" Carter bit back his protest as Damian grabbed his finger and proceeded to wiggle it around, his grimace twitching into a forced smile. "That's -- that's amazing, Damian," he managed to get out. Putting up with his non-senshi friends when they were drunk was easy. It was all too satisfying to dare them into doing stupid things, but this? Damian was his teammate. He couldn't even begin to think of anything to have him do, aside from getting Damian into an easier to control position.
It was, in retrospect, that Carter wished he had left Damian on the floor. "Yes, you can be tall again," he said patiently. He wasn't prepared for Damian to chug the beer bottle. He wasn't prepared for the clumsy speed at which Damian reached the couch, nor for the drunken agility Damian possessed to stand on the arm and back of the couch.
Carter jumped as the lamp went flying, startled as Damian landed on the end table. God, that had to hurt! The panic-filled look Damian shot him wasn't helping matters either. "Holy shi-- okay. Breathe. Breatheee." Carter wasn't sure if he was telling Damian or himself that. All that mattered was trying to slide his hands under Damian's shoulders and help him up, trying to slowly get him back onto his feet. "The couch is for sitting on, Damian. The couch grew angry at you for standing on it. You don't need to apologize, just... Just sit down, nice and easy on it, okay?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:55 am
Damian's face lit up like a Christmas tree when Carter said it was amazing. He was amazing! Okay maybe that wasn't exactly what Carter had said but it didn't matter. His name and amazing were in the same sentence together, that had to mean he was the amazing one right?
He felt decidedly less amazing when he fell off the couch. Everything hurt, breathing hurt, moving hurt. He was pretty sure blinking hurt too. He tried to take Carter's advice and breathe. It was hard, and it burned a little, but slowly he was able to catch his breath. Shuddering he let the smaller man help him up, clinging to him like Carter was a life preserver and he was drowning. For a moment his feet weren't touching anything and he panicked, flailing until he had both feet on the ground. Oh thank God, he wasn't falling into some bottomless pit or something else horrible.
The redhead was beginning to let go of Carter when the younger teen made the mistake of saying the couch had feelings. Was the couch a youma?! Panicked all over again Damian nearly climbed on top of the bluenette, one leg wrapped around him, and both arms clinging to him. It was surprising how fast he could move being drunk and having just fallen off the couch. "Is it going to eat me?! I don't want to be eaten by a couch, Carter. That is so not a cool death, man, so not cool." One of his arms was wrapped around the other man's neck, nearly choking him, and the other was curled around his head, clutching his hair.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:56 am
Whew. Damian was on his feet. Part one accomplished. Carter tried to ease Damian to sit down. The taller man would be easier to handle then. That is, until Damian suddenly was on top of him, holding onto him for dear life. Carter flailed about with his arms, trying to keep their balance. "Ghehk! No, it won't eat you!" Carter managed to choke out. "Let me g-ack!"
The smaller boy lost his balance, the added weight of an indisposed Damian more than enough to send them crashing to the floor. The breath was knocked out of Carter as Damian landed on top of him, and for a moment he could see stars. It was then that Carter had an amazing flash of insight: dealing with his drunk friends was much easier than with Damian. At least with his friends they tended to split the booze up, and Carter had a couple others to help him herd cats deal with the drunks.
On his own, Carter was literally left breathless with Damian. "D-Damian? Off."
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:56 am
Carter's reassurances that no, the couch wouldn't eat him weren't all that assuring to the redhead. He had just been told the couch was angry with him. Who was to say it wouldn't try and eat him next? "No! You said it was angry!" Like a five year old he refused to listen, and refused to use common sense. He was never sitting on that couch again.
And then all of a sudden they were back on the floor. He liked the floor, the floor was soft and comfortable. Or wait, was that the floor? Opening his eyes he found himself staring at Carter's chest. Ooooh, how'd he end up on top of Carter? He began to laugh, looking up at him. "Geeze man, if you liked me you didn't have to jump me." He conveniently forgot that he was the one who had just jumped the bluenette, "You coulda just asked me out. But I don't really like d**k." He stretched his longer body out on top of Carter's something coming together in his head. "Hey, does that mean you like d**k? I never knew that about you, man. I mean there's no shame, a lot of guys like d**k. Just not me." He paused a moment, drunkenly thoughtful. "Well, I like my own d**k, but I don't think I'd like your d**k. I'm sorry man." Damian remembered the one time he had gotten really drunk at some party and ended up making out with a guy on a dare. It hadn't done much for him.
He ignored Carter's demands for him to get off, instead settled more comfortably on top of him. "You're warm, warm and comfy. Comfy and warm." He was getting tired again, falling off that couch had been painful. Maybe he would just stay where he was. It was so comfy!
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:57 am
Note to self: do not tell inhibited people that things were angry with them. The result was something that left him rather breathless and in an awkward position. He wiggled his arm out from under Damian, using it to rub his head. God, this was going to be a long afternoon-to-evening-to-night. Where were Damian's car keys? He would need to hide those soon so Damian couldn't try driving anywhere. Wait -- he turned his head to one side and winced as he saw the fridge door open. He couldn't close it now, though -- Damian was on top of him.
This fact alone made him freeze up. Add in Damian's next words and Carter was quick to cover his face with his hand. "Uggggh," he groaned. Was he seriously about to discuss this with Damian? While he was drunk? Ugh, ugh, ugh. "Dude. I'm not going to comment. At all." As far as Carter was concerned, his orientation was his own business. How would Damian react to finding out he swung both ways and looked at men and women alike? He didn't see what all the fuss was about relationships. All he could say with complete honesty was that yes, that person over there was attractive. Yes, he was a teenager, he would probably sleep with them if given the chance.
Nevermind that to Carter, "sleeping" with someone was literally sleeping next to someone. Nothing sexual, nothing obscene. Just. Sleeping.
"Damian, can you please get off?" Carter begged, trying to scoot out from under him. "I know of a much more comfy and warmer place that isn't me. Would you like to meet the bed? The bed is a much nicer place. It is a happy place, I promise. Just get off."
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:58 am
"Whaaaat? Why not? It's a totally legitimate thing to talk about. It's not a big deal likin the d**k, man. Especially my d**k, I mean I have a really nice d**k. Plus I'm hot. Really hot. Do you know how hot I am? Really hot." He grinned, he was hot like fire. Honestly, even if he was sober, the redhead wouldn't care too much that his roommate liked chicks and dicks. It would just make sharing a bed with him a tad bit awkward. As it was he probably wouldn't remember if Carter told him he was a flaming homosexual monkey, let alone just bi.
When Carter started protesting this time Damian heard it and he sighed. "But you're so comfortable." And then Carter was moving underneath him. What? Why was he moving? The redhead hadn't moved yet and this left him being rubbed against by the bluenette in his attempt to get away. Before he knew it he was having a natural reaction to the rubbing and he felt blood rushing towards his crotch. Oh no. For a moment he was frozen in shock, his brain slowly working out what was going on. He was lying on top of his best friend. Drunk. With a boner.
Having his junk pressed against the other man got him to move and he rolled off him, rolling one too many times. Sitting up he looked woozy. <********> The redhead clapped a hand over his mouth, struggling to get up before he ran for the bathroom, knocking into the door jam on the way there. He fell to his knees in front of the toilet, the sound of his hurling bouncing off the walls. His stomach just couldn't take it anymore, between falling off the couch and rolling around on the floor. Unfortunately for Damian it finally rebelled. It had decent timing though, the act of vomiting taking his mind off the fact that his best friend just gave him a woody.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:58 am
"What?! I -- no. No, Damian, we're not having this conversation right now." Carter's cheeks were burning as Damian continued to ramble. This was perhaps the most compromising position he had ever been forced to be in -- and he did not like it one bit. He couldn't tell if his roommate was hitting on him or not. Or was he the one hitting on his roommate? Gah! No! Okay fine, he could agree that his roommate was hot (if not hotter) than what he was drunkenly claiming, but come on!
"Damian, listen. I think you've had a little too much to dri-" Carter cut himself off as Damian rolled off of him. Whew! Belatedly he realized that telling someone who was drunk that he had too much to drink was a bad idea. First reaction: denial. Second reaction: usually rage. Carter scrambled back as Damian got up and ran to the bathroom.
While the sound wasn't pleasant, it was music to Carter's ears. Quickly the bluenette got up and jogged over to the closet, retrieving he henshin pen from his backpack. He would risk the innuendo and jokes to have it in his pocket. On his own, he couldn't handle Damian if he decided to get violent. As Merope?
...Maybe. It wouldn't hurt to be prepared.
At a loss of anything better to do, Carter quietly began picking up the bottles, counting them as he placed them on the table. He would get to the lamp in a moment -- the bottles he wanted to clean up first.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:59 am
Damian had heard his roommate's accusation. Him? Drink too much? No way. No way at all. He just moved around too much, that was totally it. There was no way he had drunk too much. He couldn't defend himself just yet, still retching into the toilet. He hated throwing up, it wasn't fun at all. But lucky for him he managed to actually throw up in the toilet this time. Last time he had gotten drunk at some party he had used the sink.
When the heaves finally subsided Damian lowered his head, his cheek pressed against the toilet seat. He wasn't in any state to care about how unhygienic it was, the only thing he managed to do was reach up and flush the toilet. That fresh from the stomach vomit smell was killing him. He sat there, curled up around the toilet for a minute or two, just breathing. While vomiting usually helped him start sobering up, it didn't this time. He was too far gone, the only thing that was going to sober him up was time, and maybe some water.
After a minute Carter's words came filtering back through his head and he frowned, slowly pushing himself up. Stumbling out of the bathroom he leaned against the door to their shared bedroom, watching him pick the bottles up. "I have not had too much too drink. I'm not even drunk." The lie was obvious, but the redhead tried to stand up straight, tried to prove his words were true. That didn't last long once he noticed the refrigerator door was still open. Moving over to it he had every intention of closing it. See? I'm helping clean up was what he would say to prove his sobriety. But the moment he stood in front of the open door and saw there were still beers left he automatically reached out to grab one. Why let a cold beer go to waste? He did manage to close the door this time though, and that was a good sign...right?
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:59 am
Any trace of amusement at Damian's antics drained out of him, bit by bit and bottle by bottle as Carter picked up and arranged Damian's empty bottles on the table. He couldn't help but to stare at them in dismay. What was he supposed to do? It was hard to picture one person drinking all of these, and yet... Yet he couldn't turn away from the evidence in front of him. He heard the toilet flush but didn't turn around, preoccupied by the brown tinted bottles. It wasn't like Carter was unfamiliar with them. He had admittedly sneaked a bottle of Damian's beer once to try it out, regretting it almost immediately.
This... How could Damian do this to himself? He ran a hand through his hair, turning as the man himself spoke up. "I didn't say you had too much to drink," Carter replied slowly and carefully. "I think you've had too much beer to drink. Why don't you have a bottle of water? Or --" He broke off as Damian pulled another beer from the refrigerator, sighing as he dropped onto the previously angry couch. "Or you could have another beer like you already are."
His green eyes settled on the row of beer bottles again, contemplating. There was no way he could sleep in the bed tonight with Damian as he was. If Damian passed out, should he drag him into the shower and prop him up in there? No, that might be too uncomfortable. While it would be easier to clean up, Damian was too tall to fit comfortably in there. Looks like Carter was going to sleep on the couch tonight. There was no way Carter could in good conscious leave Damian to himself while he went to go patrol -- the Negaverse could wait another night. Damian needed his attention now.
"So what do you plan to do next, if you're sober?" Carter asked, tearing his eyes away from the bottles of beer to stare at Damian curiously.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 1:00 am
Damian's brow furrowed st Carter's words trying to remember what he had said. "Yes you did, you said I had too much to drink." He frowned, why was his best friend lying to him? And then the bluenette was specifying what he had too much to drink off. "What? I've had like...two beers. It's not a big ******** deal, Carter. Just because you're too much of a p***y to drink doesn't mean I have to be too." He rolled his eyes approaching Carter, but he didn't make it far before he ran into a chair, knocking it over and falling on top of it. This time the bottle fell from his hands, tipping over, the amber liquid spilling onto the carpet. "s**t!" He scrambled to grab the bottle, but by the time he picked it up the bottle was half empty. "Damn it!" His temper flared and the bottle was thrown against the wall breaking on impact.
Untangling himself from the chair he kicked it away, pushing himself to his feet. His roommate's words caught his attention and he turned his gaze onto him, a fire in his eyes. Do next? How the ******** was he supposed to know what to do next? He threw up his hands "What the ******** does it matter, Carter? Why do you even care?" He began to pace, or at least try to pace, his movements were a little jerky as he tried not to fall. "I am fine man, I'm ******** fine. Why don't you just leave me the ******** alone?" And then he was falling again. The tall man didn't seem to have any sort of coordination while drunk.
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