Drowning my sorrows.... [Closed]

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Characters: Phoenix, Miles, and whoever is in Niflheim and would like to get drunk with us. 8D
Content: Miles tries to calm Phoenix down after he discovered that Maya was kidnapped by getting him drunk.
Setting: A bar in the area of the O Pastor hotel in Niflheim
Time: Late Wednesday evening
Warnings: I don't really think Phoenix has been drunk before on anything other than Diet Coke... Possible stripping of the floofy-neck-thing. BEWARE.



Miles had thought it would've taken alot more convincing than it did to get Phoenix here, but he also thought it would take alot more to get the dark-haired lawyer as drunk as he was. Miles was almost amused as he watched Phoenix sit at the bar with his first almost-finished glass in front of him, and he was already starting to slur. Miles was on his second whiskey and was barely getting a buzz.

He looked around the room, smirking like a madman. He wondered idly if there was any karaoke at this bar--Phoenix must be quite the performer when he was like this.

He looked down idly at his empty glass, then motioned for the bartender to pour him some more. He had to admit... drinking with a friend was a bit more fun than just going by yourself. He'd have to try it again sometime. Too bad the Fey girl wasn't old enough to go into a bar yet--he'd have enjoyed himself watching her after her first glass.

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Phoenix finished off his sake and motioned to the bartender for another glass. He didn't think he'd get drunk that quickly, but he didn't particularly care at the moment.

"What kinda dangerous place is this, anyways? Yeesh, someone randomly kidnappin' a seventeen year old girl..." He took another sip as soon as he received his second glass and looked over at the lighter-haired man. "What're you smirkin' about?"

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Miles glanced over to his friend at the bar and replied plainly, "Your tolerance level." He took another sip of his whiskey and rested his chin on the palm of his hand. "Though I do have to wonder what you'd be like with a microphone right about now. I've heard stories about your karaoke, Phoenix."

He chuckled. He could start to feel that, warm, tipsy feeling. Maya was kidnapped? Oh, well... the booze would help him forget for a while.

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"Yeah? From who?" Phoenix asked as he rested his elbows on the bar. "I'll have you know, Miles, that I'm quite the karaoke superstar."

He took another sip and laughed a little. "But, y'know... not."

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Miles chuckled again as he pushed his drink towards his dark-haired friend. "Butz told me of your karaoke escapades on your 21st birthday. Quite an amusing bedtime story."

He leaned forward on the bar, sighing as he lazily rested his chin on the palm of his hand.

"You know," he said quietly. "When I went to go live with some other relatives... after... D-6... they tried to get me into those sorts of things. Dance, choir, art. Children need an appreciation for finer things, that's what they told me. I never really was good at any of them." He chuckled sheepishly, motioning for another drink. The bill would be a bit higher than his liking, but he didn't really mind.

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Ah, yes. Phoenix could (not-so) clearly remember his 21st birthday. The very next morning, he swore he would never, ever challenge Larry to a drinking game again.

"'Children need an appreciation for finer things'? Bah... Kids should just sit around and play video games while they still can." he said, conveniently leaving out the fact that he still played video games himself in his free time.

"I dunno, though... for some reason it seemed like you shoulda been into that kinda stuff back then." he said with a slight shrug.

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Miles chuckled at Phoenix and said, "Video games? I never really was into that stuff when I was younger." He neglected to mention that he was really rather bad at them. Of course, Phoenix should've known that from when they had gone to arcades and Edgeworth had managed to lose every single game he tried his hand at. It was... definately discouraging for him to try and pick up a game when he wasn't forced into it.

And did he really seem like he was that into the arts?

"Really? What made you think that?" he replied, raising his eyebrows in slight surprise.

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Phoenix shrugged again, sipping his drink. "I dunno. You were never really into sports or anything, and you were always more, y'know... serious than Larry and I were. Stuff like that just seemed to... suit you, I guess?"

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Miles furrowed his brow and finished his second whiskey.

"What an odd way to think about it," Miles said, motioning for a third drink. The warm feeling in the his chest was becoming more apparent with each drink; Miles wasn't the type of man who laughed, cried, or acted very extreme when he got drunk--if anything, he was only more willing to talk. Well, with people that he could stand, anyway.

"Though I suppose I did always enjoy playing piano." He sat back, looking over at Phoenix and gave the other man a smile. "I do enjoy breeding dogs, though. What about you?"

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"Me? Well... I was an art student for a while before I became a law student, but I guess I never really got into it."

Phoenix didn't really remember ever being so... calm when he was drinking. Even in this state he thought it was a little odd, but then again the circumstances were different. "I kind of like photography, though."

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The circumstances for Miles were a bit different as well--there was another person here. And he was actually speaking to them. Sure, when he frequented bars in the past, he'd been approached by women looking to flirt, and he'd always turned them away. Women just... didn't interest him at this point in his life. They were too much trouble.

"Photography?" he echoed. "What were your subjects?"

Miles sat back in his chair and tugged at his cravat. The child he had spoken to... Roxas... was correct in his assumtion. This damn thing could get uncomfortable at times.

Well, he thought. It's not like he had a reputation to uphold here. He'd already left his jacket in the hotel room anyway. He tugged at the fabric and untucked it from his shirt, taking it off and putting it on the counter.

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"Well, I wasn't an art student for very long, so I never really did get to do much involving photography as I woulda liked... but when I did get photography assignments, it was mostly nature-y kinda stuff." He shrugged and finished his glass.

Phoenix looked down at the piece of white cloth on the counter for a moment, and then back at Miles. "So, dog breeding, eh? I didn't really know you liked dogs."

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"Ah... yes," Miles said, clearing his throat and looking away, embarassed. "I...I'm not too good at... well, you know. Talking with people." He mumbled the last part as quickly as he could.

"Dogs put me at ease. They don't lie or backstab like people do. All they want is a trip into the park every week or so." He finished off his glass, wiped at his mouth and continued. "I only breed the larger ones, though. Mastiffs, retrievers, labradors. And at the moment, I don't have any dogs." He thinned his lips in a line and took a long drink from his new glass when it arrived.

"My... last dog, Pess. She just died a few days ago."

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Phoenix's eyebrows raised a little. "Oh... I'm sorry." Miles was really having a crappy week, wasn't he?

"What kind of dog was she?" he asked after a few moments of silence. He wasn't sure it was the best decision to keep talking about the dog rather than just change the subject, but then again he never exactly considered himself to be good at consoling people, anyway...

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"She was a Golden Retriever," Miles said, feeling a lump form in his throat. He cleared his throat loudly and downed another glass--time for a change of subject. Or maybe a change of scenery.

He jumped when loud music started up and a young woman was seen singing in the corner farthest from them. Miles stared for a good long minute before breaking into laughter, letting the alcohol take control for once.

"Well I'll be damned," he said, chuckling. "Here's your chance, karaoke superstar."

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As he started on his third drink, Phoenix turned to look at the young woman in the corner for a few moments.

"But the only reason you want me to go sing is because you wanna watch me make a fool of myself. The only way I'm going to go up there," Phoenix turned back to Miles with a slight grin on his face. "is if you, Miles, are coming with me."

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"M-Me?!" Miles said a little too loudly. "What good would I be on that thing? I don't know any songs..."

But it was too late. The bartender had already heard that snippet of their conversation and placed a large book on the counter between them (along with Miles's new drink), muttering they were up after the person onstage was done. Miles paled before grabbing his new glass and downing it quickly.

He pointed to a song that both of them should know (and if Phoenix didn't know it, shame on him) and took the other man's wrist just as the girl's song ended.

His look grim, he handed one of the microphones to Phoenix just as the opening parts of the song (http://s4.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=17LMAYQXFPQBF0S7GPK9DUH8XK) started to play.

...Miles had forgotten to tell Phoenix one of the reasons why he was so bad at singing. He got terrible stage fright.

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Phoenix didn't listen to music often, but thankfully Miles had picked a song that apparently they both knew. He took the microphone from Miles, and noticed that the other man somehow looked even more pale than usual.

Without time to worry about making a fool of himself or the fact that Miles looked a bit, well... not good, to say the least, Phoenix began to sing the song. He didn't sound as bad as he thought he would, but he didn't exactly sound particularly great, either...

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Edgeworth didn't move an inch when the mic was snatched out of his hands and his friend began to belt the familiar tune though the Defense Attorney didn't really remember the words, much to the crowd's amusement. About a minute into the song Edgeworth felt his sleeve being pulled on and he looked down to see an older man holding a glass of some sort of drink up in his face.

"Hey, man!" the stranger laughed. "Loosen up and drink somm'a this!"

Had Miles been entirely sober, he probably would've declined. But he wasn't, and also was a bit overcome with adrenaline, so he took the glass and took a gulp without hesitation--augh, this had to be at least 150 proof!

Within a few more gulps the stage fright was washed away, and he was laughing loudly at Phoenix's not-so terrible singing before grabbing the mic himself and trying a crack at the song. Loudly. And badly.

When it was over, their audience cheered and Miles leaned heavily on his friend, chuckling and glancing over at him with red cheeks (which could not be entirely blamed on the alcohol) and half-lidded eyes.

"I should get drunk with you more often," he said quietly, smirking.