A pirate's life for me! [Kavon x Daiyel, NC17]

[Seneschal]

Somewhere between his seventh and ninth drink, Daiyel realized with a start that splashed whiskey all over the table as he poured, he’d lost track of Kavon. Drunkenly his head whipped up and he looked around, the room swimming before his eyes with the haze of alcohol. Kavon was nowhere in sight—not that that was very surprising, given the droves of people wildly dancing under the strobe lights. His head gave a slow, unpleasant throb in response to all the noise and color and lights.

He looked around slowly, trying to sooth the rising worry and panic which had surfaced in response to the revelation that he’d lost Kavon.

Kavon, though, it seemed, had not lost Daiyel. Daiyel squeaked and startled when Kavon appeared out of nowhere next to him, sloshing alcohol over his hand. “K’von!” He gasped, and realized as he slurred his friend’s name hopelessly that he was more drunk than he had originally thought. Daiyel paused a moment and eyed his half empty shot glass suspiciously, trying to remember how much he’d had. He couldn’t really remember, honestly. Hmm. He thought that might be a bad thing, but couldn’t bring himself to remember why, exactly. He just swallowed the last of the shot and licked the cool alcohol off his fingers, looking a Kavon again.

Oh. Kavon was here. What was Kavon saying? He tried to hear him over the pounding music, and mumbled, “Din’ wanna bother ya,” he slurred, brow creasing in a frown. Daiyel blinked and smiled slightly, sloppily pouring another shot into the glass; he held it out for Kavon appealingly, fingers getting wet from the liquid. “Here,” the more-than-slightly-drunken pirate said, trying to simultaneously hold out the glass and get a drink from the bottle; as a result, he had little success with either of the activities, and hit himself in the cheek with the bottle twice before getting it right.

[Monsteralienbear]

”You’re a frakking idiot,” Kavon informed him, irrationally upset because Daiyel hadn’t wanted to bother him. Daiyel always wanted to bother him, or he was supposed to. He didn’t like to think about the possibility of his best friend going off to find someone else to antagonize and tease and drive crazy on a daily basis. He liked being crazy, especially when it was Daiyel’s fault that he was. “You’re so drunk,” he said with a soft laugh when his friend fumbled with the alcohol, apparently forgetting about his own hurt feelings. Their arguments never lasted long when Kavon had something to say about it, since it was impossible to stay angry at Daiyel. Even when he was being a pain in the ass.

He took the shot glass before Daiyel could spill all of it on himself, and he eyed the wet alcohol glistening on his friend’s fingers for a long moment. It was tempting to grab his hand and suck his fingers clean, but Kavon didn’t think he’d forgiven him enough for that. He downed the shot, thinking it would help, and hissed slightly when it burned all the way down to his stomach. “Agh. How do you drink this shite?” He asked, leaning forward with a drunken grin and holding out his glass for a refill. “Fill ‘er up.” Daiyel might already be way drunker than he was, but he was bound and determined to catch up to and surpass his friend.

“You dance yet?” Kavon asked spontaneously, turning his head slowly to the side so he could look at Daiyel from another angle. The slow burn of jealousy in his stomach was interesting, to say the least; it turned his goofy smile into something harder and less happy. He wasn’t angry—he had no right to be angry—but the thought of someone else’s hands on his best friend made him want to do crazy things. It was strange how easily he could get stupid and jealous when he had enough to drink.

[Seneschal]

Daiyel didn’t really comprehend why Kavon told him he was an idiot, and just blinked stupidly at him for a minute before his drunken brain managed a puzzled, “Wha’?” That was forgotten as quickly as anything else, though, and he grinned brightly in response to Kavon’s laugh, replying to him with the confident assurance of every drunk that, “I’m nawt drunk! Jus’ a li’lle tipsy s’all!”

He even proved it, by managing to put the bottle of whiskey on the table without almost spilling it, too!!

The drunken halfbreed laughed at his friend’s grimace and said, “Yer a lightweight!! It’s all yer fruity, girly, colorful…” he waved a hand in the air, trying to remember the right word. “…fruity…floofy…girl drinks!” That made a lot of sense, at least to him. But he still picked up the bottle and attempted to pour the shot without making a complete mess, managing fairly well for the most part. He then put the bottle to his mouth, tilted his head back and took a few swallows like it was water, making a loud ‘aaaahhh’ sound afterwards. “Tastes really good,” he confided with a bright grin.

Daiyel wrinkled his nose in response to the question. “No. Ya know I can’ dance, K’von! Didjoo? Didjoo wanna? Wanna? Wannana?” Daiyel giggled and mumbled, “Wannana.”

[Monsteralienbear]

“Shuttup. They’re not girly!” Kavon protested, giving his friend a half-glare and trying to seem a lot more insulted than he was. He was trying to be more insulted, but it was hard to keep the glare on his face and he ended up grinning like an idiot instead. “’Least my drinks taste good,” he muttered under his breath, even if he didn’t have a problem with drinking straight whiskey. He just preferred not to. Kavon watched as Daiyel poured the drink, half wanting to reach out and snatch the bottle from him so he wouldn’t drink the rest—how could he surpass his friend if he kept drinking?

He wasn’t any less jealous when Daiyel said he hadn’t danced with anyone. “Oh. Well. Good,” he huffed out, eyeing his friend ominously when he started giggling, and finally downed his second shot. Agh, it burned, but he was determined not to express how much he didn’t like it. “I dunno,” he said, giving Daiyel a look that wasn’t entirely friendly. “You’ll prob’ly step on my feet and flounder around like a drunk person. ‘Cuz that’s what you are,” Kavon said accusingly, “You’re drunk, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you’re drunk you’re drunk!” Sure, chanting the accusation repetitively wasn’t mature, but who wanted to be mature when they were out with friends?

“C’mon,” he said, impulsively jumping to his feet. Kavon plucked the bottle of alcohol from his friend’s hands and grabbed onto one of Daiyel’s wrists, impatient to get on the dance floor. “But let’s dance anyway.” Kavon grinned—he was drunk and impulsive and tired of sitting around being angry. He couldn’t even remember why he was angry, not really, so he tugged lightly at Daiyel’s arm to try to get him on his feet.

[Seneschal]

Daiyel grinned wider and teased gently, leaning in to poke Kavon’s nose with a finger smelling strongly of whiskey. “Yuh-huuuh! They’re so girly that…um…girls drink them.” In the morning, Daiyel would remember this comment and wince at it. It would be some of what little he did remember. At the time he said it, however, he apparently thought that it was a pretty good insult, and smiled at Kavon smugly, as though he’d just won an argument with Kavon.

“Good?” Daiyel peered at him, then lifted the bottle and squinted into it with one eye closed, then stuck his tongue into the bottle, trying to lick a drop partway down the neck. It didn’t work, so he tipped the bottle until the liquid got into his mouth. “Mmm…good!” He agreed, and then frowned and stuck his tongue out at Kavon. “I’m not tha’ clumsy!! Ya know it, too. I’m not drunk!!! Only tipsy!!!” He huffed and pointed with the bottle at Kavon. “Ya should just…jus’…suck my dick!” He proclaimed with triumph.

Kavon suddenly was on his feet and the whiskey was out of his hands; momentarily confused, Daiyel blinked up at Kavon and licked his lips. “Okay,” he agreed, standing and moving towards Kavon. The room tilted crazily and the mutt stumbled into Kavon, grabbing at his shoulders for balance. “Floor’s not working,” he mumbled, and looked up at Kavon. “So, how do I dance, ‘gain? F’rgot!” He grinned sheepishly.

[Monsteralienbear]

He found himself wrapping his arms around Daiyel, pulling his friend even closer to him and pressing the palms of his hands against his back firmly. There was no mistaking the possessiveness in his body language, but Kavon was far too dense and drunk to realize it on his own—besides, he knew he was protective of his best friend. He just didn’t fully understand why. “You just…stay here,” Kavon muttered, smushing his cheek against the top of Daiyel’s head and nuzzling his nose into his hair. It still smelled like whatever shampoo he’d used, so Kavon breathed in the scent and finally leaned away from him. “You smell good,” he told him, grinning like the drunken pirate he was.

“We should go…” He said, but his arms were still wrapped around Daiyel’s waist and his hands weren’t showing any signs of leaving his back. “What were we doing again?” Kavon asked, frowning stupidly and trying to remember why they’d stood up in the first place. Not that he was complaining, of course—standing up meant he could have his friend in his arms, which was something he more than appreciated. The music pulsed around them, but now the loud and energetic beat was just a frustration that made Kavon crane his head around and glare at the ceiling. If looks could kill, the DJ booth would have more than exploded by then.

Sadly, his glares had never made things explode before. “I’m hungry,” Kavon announced unexpectedly. “We should eat! I want like…something really frakking good. Y’know, like something we don’t usually get?” He paused for a long moment, waiting for inspiration to strike. He grabbed Daiyel by the shoulders with excitement when he realized what he wanted a few seconds later. “’Tatos!” He said, giving his friend an energetic grin, “we should have some potatoes! Fresh cut fries, or twice baked! Or, or…” Kavon trailed off, frowning, since he couldn’t think of anything better than a twice baked potato. It didn’t even matter that he ate them all the time—he loved potatoes, and eating them never got old.

[Seneschal]

Daiyel, of course, didn’t have any problem at all with Kavon pulling him closer; he leaned on his friend more than willingly. As Kavon was nuzzling at Dai’s hair, so too was Daiyel nuzzling at Kavon’s chest. He even sniffed at him, as though he could smell anything with his inferior senses—so Kavon teased him at times, smugly—over the sharp scent of alcohol. He couldn’t, of course; he could only smell the alcohol, as though Kavon had spilled it all down himself. In all likelihood, the alcohol had been spilt on Daiyel, but the mutt couldn’t really remember if he’d spilled anything on himself tonight or not. Regardless, he grinned up at Kavon and replied, “So d’you,” even though he couldn’t really smell him.

It was kind of a law of the universe. Kavon always smelled good. Unless he’d just gotten done working out.

Daiyel leaned more firmly towards him and finally got his brain working enough to put his arms around Kavon as well. “We were..um…gonna dance! Dancin’. Even though I suck atit.” He squinted towards the bright, flashy lights of the dance floor, and the headache that had been throbbing all night, only somewhat dulled by the alcohol, flared. He winced and hid his eyes against Kavon. “Whysit so bright, K’von? S’too bright.”

Of course, his plainative whining—as though Kavon could make the lights go away!—was quickly forgotten after the mention of food. Daiyel looked up at him and squinted against the light. “Food?” He wrinkled his nose a bit, because Daiyel wasn’t sure food sounded very good right now, when the ground felt like it was moving under his feet like a—like a boat. Or something. Not that Daiyel had ever actually been on a boat before, or even seen one, but he imagined that this is how it would feel to be on one. It was a decidedly unpleasant sensation that had his stomach roiling in a similar fashion. “Well, okay…we have ‘tatos a lot, though,” he said, even though he didn’t intend to argue it. Fried anything made him go a bit grayish though. “Okay, lessgo then and…an’ then I gotta show ya what I got.” He grinned conspiratorally, and then tugged a bit on Kavon’s grasp. “Gotta get my drink, K’von!” He managed to grab it off the table and then sagged against his friend as he took a drink from the bottle. Once he’d taken another drink he sashayed his way to the door as only a drunken person can.