redshiftlogs | Blame it on the alcohol....

"So, you know Crowley?"

They've spoken. Gokudera and Yamamoto tend to talk a lot about people they've met and Takeshi does a very good job of keeping his boyfriend informed. "Uri and I helped him at the bar, so he could get some wine." Or some other drink. He doesn't remember specifically what the demon was after, but that he and Uri were to distract the robotic bartender long enough to steal some alcohol.

"And I got my own." He sets down a large bottle, the glass frosted. "It's not wine, but I didn't spend a lot of time reading." Too much time making sure Uri was good and angry at the robot and keeping it distracted. He pilfered what he could.

"And we're going to split the whole bottle."

"Yeah, the demon guy."

His eyes were pretty cool; Yamamoto had talked to him on the internet and, of course, then later met his boyfriend, Az. "Did I tell you he's dating an Angel?" For some reason, that tickles the baseball player, and he has to chuckle; Az and Crowley seemed so different. Az had even warned Yamamoto not to drink too much because he was too young.

"Sneaky.." He teases, pecking his boyfriend's cheek and leaning in to pick up the bottle. With a grin, he thinks it's a good thing he took the day off work tomorrow.

"The whole thing?" He is not against it; it could be fun; he will be drunk more so than the night they drank with Genji, and the older man cut him off quickly.

"Okay." But they should probably sit down for this, not stand in the kitchen. Good thing he and Julie took a break to eat something today and didn't just work straight through as they sometimes do.

Gokudera gives a nod. He only knew Crowley was a demon because Takeshi told him so, and about his eyes. The bomber would admit that he's curious and would want to see the demon's eyes, but if they're being kept hidden under dark lenses, then there must be some reason Crowley doesn't want people to see. In short, it's not his business. "That sounds pretty fitting, actually," Gokudera replies.

He smiles when his cheek is pecked, then moves to get them a couple shot glasses. "Opposites attract. I wonder if his Angel has any telling features." Gokudera has yet to realize that Aziraphale is the Angel they're talking about.

"Yeah. So we'll need some water, too. I've eaten already. Have you?" Because drinking an entire bottle on an empty stomach sounds like a Bad Idea.

His eyes were super cool; it probably confused Crowley how easy going about it Yamamoto was. Snake eyes, not the strangest feature he has seen on someone. The swordsman is not sure if it's just not Crowley's style; he pretty much just told Yamamoto without hesitation and even showed his eyes; then again, it was Yamamoto doing his blunt, curious thing asking questions that may have prompted it.

"He seemed pretty human to me and not very good at fighting; I had to get him out of the health bots, remember?" Yamamoto moves to grab some water and then moves to the couch; if they are going to drink, they may as well be comfortable, maybe get one of the movies he borrowed up and running too.

"Yeah, me and Julie took a break and ate before finishing up for the day." He does not say it, but he thinks the zombies were harder on her than she admits, and he was not exactly a good friend, so he tries to make it up now.

Takeshi's easy going nature probably suprises a lot of people, honestly. It took Gokudera a while to adjust to it, and even now it tends to catch him off guard.

"What was his name again?" Gokudera does not call him Az, so he's not entirely familiar with that name.

He grabs a third empty cup and goes over to their dining room table. "Come here, we should make this more fun." Gokudera pulls a coin out of his pocket, not any currency from this world, but something that was given to him on the Daisy Darling. Fishing around in his pocket again gains him another coin, and he hands it to Takeshi. "Let's play a drinking game." Then at least it won't be an outright attempt to outdrink his boyfriend. They can both get hammered and have fun at the same time.

"We can get on the couch later," He says and sets the empty glass in the center of the table, then places his shot glass in front of him. "For now, let's play Quarters."

He does not mean to do it, in the end, he only knows how to be himself and well, having seen his serious side, it would not be pleasant to be around him if he was always amped on to one hundred in intensity like that. The easy-going nature balances it.

"Azaphrael?" Of course, it comes out a little distorted, not the easiest name to say which is why the more casual Az is what Yamamoto has ended up on when talking to his boyfriend at least.

"Huh?" Fluid as always Yamamoto is up from the couch, water in hand and walking over toward the table where his boyfriend is. A drinking game? Why not, it's probably something all teenagers do right? And, if anyone has earned a night of being dumb teenagers it's probably them.

Yamamoto reaches out, taking the coin from Hayato as he sits the water down. A glint in his eye, he likes games, of course, Hayato knows this so he said the magic word and knew what was coming.

"How do you play?"

"Aziraphale?" He clarifies. "I didn't know he was an Angel." Makes sense. Gokudera wonders what kind of angel he is, and what kind of demon Crowley is. It's none of his business, and he'll keep his curiosity to himself.

"You bounce the coin off the table and into the glass. If it lands in, I take a shot. If I land it, you take a shot. If you land three in a row, I finish a glass. In this case, we can just fill the glass in the middle. Likewise, if I land three in a row, you fill the main target glass, and finish it. We do that until we can't play anymore, or... if we run out of alcohol."

Gokudera leans back and tosses his coin. It hits the table, bounces, strikes the side of the glass, then rolls off to sit next to it. "Like that, but you're trying to get it in the glass. You're turn."

"That's it," He chuckles, rubbing the back of his head; look, some words are just harder to say when you only know one language fluently. Yamamoto did not think to ask what kind either of them was.

The baseball player watches, listening to the rules as intently as he would any game. A couple of shots in, he is bound to start missing; at first, Hayato better hope he goes too hard and misses.

"Got it, sounds like fun. Like this?" His eyes narrow, there is that look, he can not help, it's that switch that half the time he is not aware he is flipping, which of course means, his aim while good is also too hard, hits the rim and bounces to scoot across the table as he lets out a laugh.

"That's harder than it looks!"

He’s not going to give him a hard time with how he pronounced the Angel’s name. It’s not a common sort of name.

Gokudera watches as Takeshi takes the shot, notices how his gaze sharpens, and anticipates he’ll throw too hard. The point is, he doesn’t make it in, and so the bomber bounces his own coin off the table. It jumps and hits the rim of the glass before bouncing and rolling back to him.

“We haven’t even started drinking yet!”

Must be his lucky night! Then again, even when they tease or banter or bicker, Yamamoto still feels lucky to be here with Hayato.

He knows him well enough, to know how hard he throws when he looks like that so it's no wonder Hayato can anticipate it. The baseball player can not help but chuckle as he gets his quarter ready again.

"Good thing we're not facing any glass." Once they start drinking things might break. Then Yamamoto leans over, steals a quick peck from Hayato's lips. "For good luck."

He teases before righting himself, taking aim and trying to pull back, judging the distance to the cup the same as he would get ready to pitch. A softer flick of his wrist and the quarter skims the edge of the cup, wobbles a little, and falls in.

"Ha! Got one!"

“Yeah, cause you’d break it,” the bomber remarks as he pours himself a shot and throws it back. It’s strong, but awfully sweet, and he clears his throat, blinking his eyes wide in response to the sting of the drink.

Gokudera lifts a hand and rummages through the pocket of his shirt before putting on his glasses, then he smirks. “I don’t need luck!” He boasts and misses by bouncing the coin over the glass.

“Dammit.”

Should have kissed the baseball idiot.

"Probably," He says it with a chuckle, not offended at all, and then he can't help it; that chuckle continues at the face his boyfriend makes when he takes the drink.

"Strong?" Not that it matters, he is still such a novice; he'll end up drunk rather it's strong or not with a whole bottle between them.

"Guess you should have kissed me.." He smirks at his boyfriend; picking up his quarter, he rolls it between his fingers, leans in, over as if he is going to kiss Hayato's lips again. Instead, he licks at his chin playfully.

He thinks he is getting the hang of it, or he hopes so; of course, he is snickering from his antics, and his next shot knocks the cup over, coming in too low to go in.

Of course Takeshi isn’t offended by Gokudera pointing out his intensity. If there’s something that needs to tossed or bounces, the baseball idiot pitches. It doesn’t matter what it is.

“No, just... wasn’t what I expected...” he mutters and

The bomber lifts an eyebrow at the comment, “Just cause it’s good luck for you doesn’t mean it’ll work the same for me!”

He wipes at his cheek, “MISS!” He tries to shout at the same time Takeshi tosses the coin. Gokudera laughs when the cup falls over, rights it, then looks up at his boyfriend. Back to the cup, and to Takeshi again. Then, he winks and makes a shot with the coin bouncing so easily in, it doesn’t even touch the rim. The boy throws his fists up in triumph.

It is true; it's a natural inclination that he has no intention of turning off and that if they are honest, has saved their asses a time or two, he's got a good arm when he needs it.

"I'm sure I'll find out." He hopes it's not gross tasting; he'll probably end up making a face for his boyfriend to look at; either way, he figures he'll find out soon enough.

"True, maybe you should try kissing yourself." He grins because, of course, a kiss from Hayato is luckier than from him as far as he is concerned.

"Hiding secret skills, are you?" That wink makes him chuckle; this may be a game that Hayato has an advantage in; he made that one look too easy. Yamamoto lines up his shot, downs it in one go; one eye winked closed, he pulls a face, like he knew he would, tongue darting out of his mouth a couple of times with an ahh sound.

"My turn.." Okay, now it's serious. Only, not really; he does, however, narrow his eyes, flick his wrist and get the quarter right in the cup easier this time than the last couple.

Gokudera didn’t think it tasted gross, but mostly like some kind of fruit he’s not very familiar with.

“What, like the back of my hand?” He asks while rolling his eyes.

“Mmhm! I’ve played this game before, and I’m great at throwing things,” he places his elbow on the table top, then flicks his wrist forward a few times to show off the technique he just came up with and has never tried.

“Tch!” He takes the bottle back and pours himself a shot. Gokudera throws it back without hesitation, rubs his hands together, then leans forward to push a kiss to Takeshi’s cheek before rocking back to sit, and bouncing his coin in as well. “Aww yeah, two in a row!”

It was not so much that it tasted gross as it is just not something Yamamoto is used to yet; this is only the second time he has drank. However, some nights, while Hayato was gone, he was sorely tempted only because he could not sleep properly without the bomber beside him.

The eye-roll is met with that trademark laugh, ending on the soft inhalation he has always had.

"I got one out of two of those. I make a good pitcher." He grins proudly, eyes studying that movement Hayato shows, only brightening more when Hayato leans in and pushes that kiss against his cheek.

Yamamoto can see the challenge in the way his boyfriend proceeds, and of course, like an eager puppy, he is rising to take the bone and run with it. One more, and he is downing a whole glass, he better get on his game, or he'll be the only one drinking.

"This is different than what Genji gave us." He pours his shot, the second one goes down better, but he still does the tongue thing, once this time minus the ahh sound. "It gets better as you go."

He has a choice here, try the move Hayato showed or go with his gut; honey eyes narrow, darken in color; he flashes his boyfriend a look, a wink, and then tosses the quarter perfectly, so it lands without touching the rim at all.

"Alright!"

“You’re supposed to bounce it off the table, not toss it right in!” Gokudera points at him and then plucks Takeshi’s coin out of the glass to hand it to him. “Because I’m so nice, I’ll let you redo that.”

He pours himself another shot, just in case Takeshi can make it in again. Gokudera is pretty sure he’s not feeling the alcohol yet, but he might regret that thought. The bomber is smirking at his boyfriend. “You’re making it look too easy. It’s like you want me to get drunk.”

"My bad." He laughs because he forgot that part of the rules; he hit the mark, which was his aim. Yamamoto reaches out, taking his coin back. There is a wide grin at the comment. "You're kinda cute drunk."

He is teasing and rolling that coin in his hand; he can't take any game and not try a hundred percent. It's too ingrained.

"Besides, isn't that the point, to get you drunk." Or him drunk or both of them drunk, either way, there is a whole ass bottle of alcohol. He rolls his wrist, aims, bounces the coin, nicks the rim, and almost topples the cup before it topples in.

"I'm not drunk," he frowns and drops the coin in his boyfriend's open palm before leaning back and watching him retake the shot.

"It is... or maybe it's to get you more drunk than me," Gokudera smirks and takes his shot while watching the coin hit the rim of the cup and fall in. He puts the shot-glass down with maybe too much force, and then a satisfied little exhale. "Ahh! Alright! Get ready to drink a whole glass worth." Gokudera pushes up his sleeves and picks his coin up, making a few motions as if to throw.

Then it bounces off the table as he lets it go too soon, and it makes it in. He blinks in surprise, and gives a little chuckle. "Alright, a full glass instead of a shot." Gokudera takes his coin from the cup and moves the bottle to the boy across the table.

"But you're always cute." He winks at the other, still teasing because he can. He chuckles at the comment about getting himself drunker than Gokudera; that will not be hard to do; he has little to no tolerance at this point.

"I see what to get me drunk and take advantage of me." He plays as mock-serious as he can, trying to look rightly scandalized, but the teasing glint in his eyes is bound to ruin the whole expression. "At once?"

He wonders if he can even slam a whole glass like he does the shot, probably not, but what the hell. For all his athletic skill, it does not help here.

"No way, you know, you might beat me." Still sober enough to tease, then again, he'll probably tease drunk too. Either way, he is pouring a whole glass of alcohol. He takes a breath, and for the first time in his life, Yamamoto Takeshi chugs it like his life is on the line. He stops once to catch a quick breath and then slams the cup down with a triumphant and slightly crooked grin. "Ha!"

"Two more, and it's your turn." Determination and a slight flush mar his features; that much, that fast, definitely went to his head. He narrows his eyes, chuckles, and can bounce the coin and land it with a cheer by some luck. Nevermind that it looked anything but graceful!

"More efficient that way. Two birds one stone," Gokudera folds his arms and nods sagely, a much better actor than his boyfriend. He can seem to be giving him sound advice, can act like he's well versed in getting his boyfriend intoxicated to make it easier to get into his pants.

"Besides, you want me to take advantage of you, don't you?" His grin is downright salacious.

The expression drops right off his face to make way for astonishment. "You didn't have to drink it all so fast! Christ, you... Get some water at least." Gokudera looks at the empty glass and shakes his head, concern in his eyes while he grins at the antic.

He's still staring when he hears the coin land in the glass, shrugs, and pours himself a shot. "Cocky, aren't ya?" Gokudera bounces his next coin, and it misses with a beautiful arc right over the glass, rolling to land right in front of his boyfriend.

"Oh?" He takes on a face like maybe he will have to consider that advice. It's a lie because, by the time he downs that full glass in one shot, he will forget that advice entirely.

"Every day." He may not have a salacious grin, but he sure does flash a charming one, honey eyes darkening a little with that look that says he is very much serious even if teasing at the same time.

Then it bottoms up, and he chuckles at his boyfriend's reaction, taking the water after he's made his shot. Boy, things sure are a little fuzzy now; his brain feels warm! He sips the water a little bit, relieved Hayato missed; his body probably needs a minute.

"Ha.." He hiccups, which sends him into another laugh, this one a little longer than his last. "That was a lot, good thing you missed."

Yamamoto is eye to eye with his boyfriend's coin, and for some reason, that makes him chuckle to as he picks it up, holds it out to him, and grins, definitely crooked now.

"Your turn." Right? Wait, he's cocky, yes he's cocky, and it's his turn. He takes the coin back, "Just kidding. I was testing you."

Then he almost just flicks it right toward the cup. "Ca-chick, swoosh." He says it to himself as a reminder, bounces the coin, nearly topples the cup but just lands it.

"You bet I am! Drink up." Ha, see, he can do this; he will probably lose the ability to do this as that last drink gets further in his system.

"Yeah yeah," Gokudera waves a hand at him dismissively and takes his shot, then pours the next. Of course Takeshi made it in while he's tipsy. Of course!

"Your face is all red." He takes his shot, licks his lips, then drinks some water as well. Then, he's picking up the coin and flicks it at the table with too much force. It knocks into the side of the glass.

"Shit." And then he's pouring another shot, because he gets the feeling that if Takeshi is getting better because he's getting a little drunk, his aim will only improve. "Next one I toss is probably gonna hit you next."

Gokudera feels warm, but comfortable, unable to be entirely still as he sways a little while speaking. It's nothing super exaggerated, just a... natural sway.

"Nuh, huh, if I make this one, that's three, and you got to drink a whole glass." He's a natural; what can he say. That or he stopped overthinking and let his instincts take over. Which usually always pays off for him in the long run.

"Huh? Again?" Of course, he does the same as last time and feels all over his face, which makes him chuckle again because that feels funny, more so than last time. Of course, he also just had more alcohol in one go than he did last time.

"Don't take me out." He teases with a grin, his fingers feel a little tingly, and he spends a second rubbing them over the coin before he aims, bounces, and ricochets back at his head.

"Crap!" Too much force, and of course, then he is trying to duck back, and within seconds he goes from upright to his chair knocked over while he lays there laughing, his coin landing directly on his forehead.

"Caught it!"

"That's if you make it, idiot!" Gokudera retorts with a grin and then nods, amused watching the other feel his own face. "Like a tomato!" He remarks and slides his shot aside as the other throws his coin at the table with too much force.

"I can't! You're taking yourself out first!" And he stands up to look over the table at his boyfriend wearing the coin on his forehead. Pushing his chair back, Gokudera walks around the table and plucks it off before standing up over him. "Stay right there." And he twists, flicking the coin behind him and it almost makes it in, hits the rim, then falls flat next to the cup.

"Damn, I should get an extra shot, just for trying a trick shot." And he leans forward to offer a hand up to his boyfriend.

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shhh not cherry picking on a mod mode break or anything >>

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