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museboxofmuses2012-07-30 12:58 am
drakenguard) wrote in museboxofmuses2012-07-30 12:58 am
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DRUNKMATO (AU GRAVITY-VERSE)
[Yamato had underestimated his drinking ability.
Technically speaking, he wasn't old enough to drink at eighteen years old, but Hiro and his friends had managed to somehow coax him out to join them at a pub that wasn't too fickle about ages (so long as Yamato didn't purchase the drinks himself, he could sit at the table and have the others bring them to him) so long as the minors didn't do anything ridiculous like throwing up on the pub floor or dying from alcohol poisoning.
Yamato, of course, had been leery about the alcohol at first, but Hiro - damned Hiro - had managed to convince him to try just a few glasses, just to loosen up. And those few glasses turned into several, then to a dozen, and then to a number Yamato didn't even know, like, maybe sixteen or something, and he spent the last hour with his head resting on the table and everything dipping and bucking like he was on the prow of a ship.
It was a bit unpleasant, but everything had this sort of...buzzing happy quality to it, and the only reason why he hadn't fallen out of his seat yet was because Hiro was in the same state as him, and they were kind of leaning against each other - and then Hiro would laugh and for some reason that was really funny, so Yamato would laugh too, and if he was sober he would be embarrassed about how he and Hiro were giggling over nothing.
Thankfully he wasn't sober, and hopefully he wouldn't remember this in the morning.
However drunk or not, Yamato realised that it was getting late for him (eleven at night, he wasn't a party animal), so he sent a text to his cousin to come pick him up, because even his drunk self knew that him getting home by himself was not going to happen. It was sort of hard to type though, for some reason his buttons on his phone kept moving whenever he kept typing them, and autocorrect went a bit crazy but he eventually sent something halfway coherent to his cousin]
Nailfinished.. Come push meup
[Pause when Yamato sends a bit more coherent text]
Com pickme up. autocorrect.
Technically speaking, he wasn't old enough to drink at eighteen years old, but Hiro and his friends had managed to somehow coax him out to join them at a pub that wasn't too fickle about ages (so long as Yamato didn't purchase the drinks himself, he could sit at the table and have the others bring them to him) so long as the minors didn't do anything ridiculous like throwing up on the pub floor or dying from alcohol poisoning.
Yamato, of course, had been leery about the alcohol at first, but Hiro - damned Hiro - had managed to convince him to try just a few glasses, just to loosen up. And those few glasses turned into several, then to a dozen, and then to a number Yamato didn't even know, like, maybe sixteen or something, and he spent the last hour with his head resting on the table and everything dipping and bucking like he was on the prow of a ship.
It was a bit unpleasant, but everything had this sort of...buzzing happy quality to it, and the only reason why he hadn't fallen out of his seat yet was because Hiro was in the same state as him, and they were kind of leaning against each other - and then Hiro would laugh and for some reason that was really funny, so Yamato would laugh too, and if he was sober he would be embarrassed about how he and Hiro were giggling over nothing.
Thankfully he wasn't sober, and hopefully he wouldn't remember this in the morning.
However drunk or not, Yamato realised that it was getting late for him (eleven at night, he wasn't a party animal), so he sent a text to his cousin to come pick him up, because even his drunk self knew that him getting home by himself was not going to happen. It was sort of hard to type though, for some reason his buttons on his phone kept moving whenever he kept typing them, and autocorrect went a bit crazy but he eventually sent something halfway coherent to his cousin]
Nailfinished.. Come push meup
[Pause when Yamato sends a bit more coherent text]
Com pickme up. autocorrect.