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Alcohol ftw. [Active]

Character(s): ~~The Ambiguously Gay Duo~~ Marluxia and Demyx, and fomg Vexen joins too~
Content: Being lazy. Again. What do you think they normally do? >/ AND THEN A GEEZER INTERRUPTS.
Setting: WILD GINGER WOO [L5]
Time: Sunday Night
Warnings: Hot Lesbian Sex? 8D *shot* None, for the moment.

Being called to yet another meeting (most likely doomed to fail as much as the last one) had not put Marluxia in a decisively happy mood. Not to say that the Nobody was ever in an actually happy mood, but it was better than being annoyed.

Which, actually, since coming to this city, had pretty much been his default mood.

Which had also prompted him to leave that scene as fast as he could, which was about equivalent to half a second after the Superior had left. After all, it was so rude to leave in the middle of a speech. Which, unfortunately, he would not be allowed to do in the meeting to come.

Again, couldn't they leave him to wander around in peace? It's not like any members were doing anything productive. One island, and they couldn't find Axel?

Not to mention when he was going about, talking to the local populace.

Sigh. This is exactly what he was trying to avoid. Which was the reason that, somehow, the dance club in the city had become his new "home". Annoying and loud and altogether too crowded, but it still held some sort of charm.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking.

Leaning against the bar with a now-cooling glass in his gloved hand, he had gone through... what, two, three? Apparently he had lost the ability to count, or the interest in knowing. All that mattered was the loud thumping, the lights, and the heat from the bodies. Because for now, he wasn't going to worry about Superior kicking anyone's ass again.

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However, whatever kind of peace the drunken man was experiencing was doomed like any other pleasure to be interrupted by those spiky blond strands and narrowed aqua eyes that belonged to a particular individual now sitting next to Marluxia's figure.

At the moment he was leaning his elbow onto the counter of the bar, holding his head up lethargically whilst the fingertips of his other hand were drumming against the top in a concentrated manner. The Nobody's eyes were currently glaring at the latter as he busied himself with his umpteenth drink for that night, just waiting for the other man to finally notice him.

It seemed a little low to find the man at his lowest, but after nearly being killed by a couple of juveniles it really does harden a guy's attitude.

"... How did I know that you were gonna be here?" Demyx finally muttered.

Marluxia made a small harumph at the interruption, closing his eyes to take a seat next to the newcomer. At least he had had a few moments of time to himself.

"Most likely the same way I knew you would eventually end up here." He shuddered slightly before leaning against the edge of the bar, opening his eyes while glancing at the blond through his peripheral. "I suppose I should apologize for the abrupt retreat earlier." Sighing softly again, he took another swig of the drink, acting as nonchalant as ever.

Demyx blinked as he was caught off guard, but sat up and crossed his arms, not letting Marluxia off that easily even though he was ‘admitted’ that he needed to apologize to him.

"Well shyeah, I almost got killed back there! I don’t think an apology alone is going to cut it." Or more of, he wanted to see how far he could go with a man that intoxicated. Well, it didn’t seem too much since Marluxia wasn’t slurring out his sentences, but hey, he never even seen the Nobody drunk in the first place. One couldn’t blame him for being interested.

Setting the drink down, Marluxia turned back in his seat, balancing himself with both gloved hands on his chair to keep from falling over. Which, he had found, he was becoming in danger of doing. And that would not do at all. Falling ass over heels was not exactly the most cultured thing to do in public, intoxicated or no.

Not that he was actually aware of his constant swaying.

He took a moment before answering, instead blinking a few times before leaning in his chair, into the other Nobody. "Then what do you want me to do to make it up to you?"

Demyx had to hold back a snort with the back of his hand, letting out a lazy grin at Marluxia’s drunken antics. Hey, it was a new experience for him, so he couldn’t help but just laugh at something he’s never seen before. But there was enough time for him to goof off later; right now he had something else to do.

"Weeeeell, you can buy me a drink… for… starters…?"

…

"Marluxia, I'm not a Hydra. Get off my back." Demyx groaned.

Despite the blond's protest, Marluxia didn't move. Instead, he banged a fist on the counter of the bar, trying to get the barkeeper's attention. He pointed to his own drink and nodded, figuring that would be enough.

Marluxia still did not move his head from Demyx's shoulder, however, finding himself quite comfortable. "If I do, I'll fall over. And I really don't want that."

When Marluxia’s fist connected to the bar Demyx practically jumped; or at least would’ve if the man wasn’t all over him like a 10 cent hooker. He grunted, but otherwise didn’t protest any further, especially when the drink was slid before him. With a sigh Demyx blew out the flame, taking a small sip and smiled.

"Well, at least you have good taste about things. And c’mon, at least lighten up on the weight. My arm’s falling asleep."

Shifting his weight backwards, the Nobody managed to lean against the bar again, and off of the musician. He didn't answer Demyx, but instead settled his head on his arm on top of the bar, leaning one ear to the ceiling. The music in the background seemed to be giving him a headache even worse than last time, but it didn't hurt. It was almost enjoyable, this time.

"I'm insulted you would even imply my taste is bad." He tried taking hold of his empty glass with his free hand, but missed. Frowning, he tried again. This time he managed to grab it for a split second before it somehow careened off the counter and landed on the other side of the bar counter, breaking with a small crash.

The bartender glared. Marluxia tried shrugging. It wasn't his fault, if that's what the blonde-haired thing was trying to imply.

Marluxia continued speaking as if he hadn't just broken a probably expensive shot glass. "You have your drink now, so I believe I don't owe you anything more."

As the two neophytes were emoing on the counter, washing away their troubles on the sweet sinful tides of alcohol, Vexen was marching right up to the counter to do just that.

It must have been a shock to see the elder Organization member come to an establishment like the Wild Ginger (one would have thought that the bright lights and music would have caused him to have a heart attack), and it was equally surprising that he actually chose to sit with the neophytes, demanding some vodka on the rocks as he sat down.

"Marluxia. Demyx." Vexen said in greeting, clutching at his head. Obviously, there was something wrong with Number Four.

"Whoever said I was implying it, eh?" Demyx grinned like an idiot, taking his time with his drink since Marluxia seemed hellbent in making sure that he wasn’t going to get another from him. But hey, that’s fine with him, he still had a bit of money left from the last show they conducted so he was good as far as extra drinks though.

And he was about to express this himself to the other Nobody, right after he was done with the sweet and spicy drink in his hand. Yet just as he chugged the drink down, a familiar voice cut through the air, aqua eyes edging towards Vexen’s direction for a split second…

… And thus Demyx practically sprayed out the rest of the drink right in front of the elder Nobody.

…

He turned towards Marluxia.

"You know, for a moment I thought the lights and music were playing tricks in my mind. Because I could’ve sworn Vexen was sitting right next to us." He laughed out.

…

"You owe me another drink, by the way. This one didn’t count."

Marluxia wrinkled his nose at the sprayed drink, before lifting his head up to look at the Original with a confused glance. Well, this was new. Actually, this was the first time he had ever seen the frozen scholar since they had come to the city.

Lifting his head a bit higher, he turned back to Demyx. "I think that actually is Vexen." He shrugged, signalling to the barkeep for another round, while promising he would pay for the broken glass.

After his request had been filled, he turned back to the older Nobody. "What brings you to this part of the city, Vexen?" The story behind this would have to prove interesting.

Vexen blinked, and then reached for the nearest napkin so he could wipe the spit and booze off of his face. He contemplating returning the favor by smashing the back of Demyx's head with his drink, but that would have been a waste of perfectly good alcohol.

Instead, he pushed Demyx off his barstool. Hearing the Nobody fall to the floor with a satisfying thud, Vexen grabbed his drink as it was handed to him and spent the next minute downing it.

The geezer could hold his alcohol, it seemed.

"Some experiments of mine are loose in the city. I need alcohol to take my mind off of them for the time being while they hopefully go get themselves killed," Vexen grumbled, cursing himself for thinking that he could actually control those clones. Which he honestly thought he did. Perhaps he should have given them a trip to the Memory Witch so he could assure he had their undying loyalty.

It was strange that Vexen was being so... open towards the neophytes, but the elder didn't seem to care as he finished his drink, ordering another just as quickly.

"I would ask what you two were doing, but it seems pointless since you two do absolutely nothing."

“Oh it is?” Demyx blinked back, wanting to test this theory out by attempting to push the old man off his stool. Unfortunately, Vexen was able to accomplish this feat first, the blond crying out when he landed head first onto the floor. But the Nobody was used to these spouts of pain, and recovered only seconds later. A little disoriented, Demyx clambered back onto his seat, just in time for another glass to appear before him.

He took a sip, but immediately choked when Vexen mentioned a couple of ‘experiments’ running about. Punching his chest a few times, Demyx grimaced at his drink to cover this sudden surprise.

“Goddamn that’s a strong batch… My compliments to the chef!” He grinned before taking another sip.

“And we’re doing something. But you didn’t specifically say it had to be useful!”

Marluxia rolled his eyes at the sounds of Demyx's loud sputtering, instead busying himself with blowing off the flames of his newly poured drink and stirring it lazily with a minature straw.

He gestured to Demyx with his head to agree with his statement. "Exactly. I don't remember anyone specifically giving us a job to do... and besides, you're the scientist, not us."

Swirling the drink in a gloved hand, he pushed a few stray locks of hair behind an ear. He didn't notice how long this particular action took him, nor the amount of shaking his hands were doing. Instead, he took another swig of the shot, swishing it in his mouth a few times before swallowing.

"And speaking of you and your scientific ties, Vexen, what are these little experiments of yours running about?"

"Clones," Vexen answered, satisfied with the loud thump he heard as Demyx hit the floor. Ah, at least Demyx was good for some slight amusement, but even this could not distract him from the troubles that plagued his mind. Vexen was obviously desperate to actually be open to the two neophytes, since he normally kept his work secret from everybody.

"I find it sad that you have to be told to do something before you'll do it. Shouldn't you care enough about getting your hearts back to be doing some research for yourselves instead of getting drunk in a bar?" Vexen pointed out, taking another swig of his drink. He wasn't a hypocrite - he earned this drink! "You could at least be doing something in the city. It doesn't exist for your pleasures."

Most likely, this was Vexen's off-hand way of telling Marluxia and Demyx to get off their asses and look for his missing experiments. Or at least offer some help. Granted, they couldn't do much if they didn't know what they were looking for.

The problem was that Vexen wasn't sure if it was safe to tell them what to look for.

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