redshiftlogs | Blame it on the alcohol....

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.

The thought of being a tomato makes him think of tomato soba, and he dissolves into another set of laughing. He wishes they could still go on the Daisy Darlin, not just virtually; there were many good memories on that ship with Hayato since their first day here.

"It was a good shot if I was trying to take my eye out!" Not embarrassed at all by what he did, he finds himself laying there to be the funniest thing that has happened so far tonight. When Hayato leans over the table, he grins and waves up at him.

"Huh? Oh.." Well, hello, sexy boyfriend, he will just lay here and enjoy the view with a massive grin on his face. "No way, I took one to the forehead; it's my turn."

The baseball player grips his boyfriend's hands, planting his feet and scooting back some, so he hopefully uses that leverage and gets to his feet without knocking them both over, he may be a little wobbly, but he's having a good time!

He does get to his feet, though he also knocks into his boyfriend and ends up bumping them lightly back into the table.

"One second." He chuckles, grabbing a coin, pecks Hayato on the forehead for good luck, flicks it, and watches it bounce off the table and, by some miracle, make it in the cup.

"Aha! That's it; you're my good luck charm! Now drink up."

"No! You didn't even hit your eye!" Gokudera remarks. "And you better not try that again!" Because he really doesn't want to have to convince his boyfriend to hold an ice pack to his eye while he's too drunk to focus on any one thing very well.

"You took one to the forehead and that's your own fault! No one told you to throw it that hard, idiot~!" Gokudera teases, then gives a grunt as he helps to pull his boyfriend up, then bumps the table with his butt. "Oof-"

Gokudera gives a reluctant, accepting little huff of an exhale, then turns. "Let me go and I'll go take it. I already poured it anyways!" He exclaims and presses a quick little kiss to his boyfriend's nose before turning and walking back to his side of the table and taking his shot. Then, he picks up a coin, and bounces it with much more ease than before... and misses. "What the hell?!" He growls and then pours another shot for himself in preparation for the athlete to naturally land his next coin.

"That's because I wasn't trying, so I dodged it!" He really won't try that again. He was not trying to take his eye out. "Maa, maa, I won't, don't worry." Yeah, Yamamoto himself is not focusing so well that his shots are making it in at this point is pure dumb luck.

"It slipped out of my hand." He teases right back; that oof makes him chuckle again. It has been a while since they both just acted silly for the sake of being stupid, and he has to admit, it feels nice just to let everything go.

Yamamoto's nose wiggles like rabbits would from the kiss; he is not even aware it does it, but it is a thing. "Ha! see, you need a good luck charm."

Though he does forget to kiss his this time as he winds up, almost pitches the coin, laughs at himself, and has to stop to catch his breath, "That would have been bad!"

Then he straightens up, breathes, focuses as much as he can through the fuzz, bounces the coin, and this one lands perfect, which means he is pumping a fist in the air with a cheer!

"Good, I like your eyes." Gokudera says with a firm nod. He doesn't want the idiot aiming for them, and when he says he won't, the bomber is going to hold him to that.

"Uh-huh sure it did," He rolls his eyes and then glances over his shoulder with a narrowed gaze at the mention of good luck charms. "Your kiss didn't help me! This side of the table must be bad luck."

Gokudera hears the coin land in more than sees it and goes right to pouring himself a shot, then pauses, "Was that three in a row?"

"Oh..." It is nothing more than a pleased, happy sound, because who does not like being told their boyfriend likes their yes, it is a good thing in his opinion. "Yours are better."

"I told you to kiss yourself, you're good luck! Then switch me sides." Of course, after he makes that one, how many is that? When Hayato says that Yamamoto blinks several times as if he is counting in his head.

"Yes?" Or at least if it is and Hayato drinks a whole glass he will be closer to on par with his obviously wobbly, more than buzzed boyfriend at this point. Looks like the full drink finally hit

"Yeah, but I'm not in danger of having an eye taken out, now am I?" Gokudera says as he moves over to his side of the table and picks up a coin. No wait... He stares at it, then sets it down and starts pouring himself a full glass.

"Technically since my lips are usually touching each other, I'm always kissing myself," He smiles and takes a few moments to drink his full glass, just a few gulps, then drinks some more water, then finishes it off and rubs his hands together.

"Alright. So I'm kissing myself..." He pulls his lips in, pursing them nice and tight as he takes the shot, and it bounces perfectly before landing. Gokudera raises both fists into the air with a whoop.

"You never know, those coins are slippery." Yamamoto leans into the table; maybe at some point, he should pick up his chair? The swordsman blinks, watching his boyfriend first go to throw, then go to drink. At this point, he's not sure who is supposed to be tossing and who is supposed to be drinking, so sure why not, and he takes the shot that was poured and not drank before Hayato even finishes his full glass.

"I'm jealous..." He makes a pretend huffy face; it lasts as long as he possibly can contain his chuckle at the thought of his boyfriend always kissing himself.

"Yup! Got to get a big kiss like SMACK." He pops his lips loudly, and the fake huffing is gone as he dissolves into laughter again. Does it count if he already took his shot, or does he get to take another one?

Oh well, he pours another shot after he stops chuckling, takes it, leans in, and places a kiss on Hayato's cheek, making the same loud noise he just made.

He rolls his coin, leans on the table again, bad idea because the coin skips and hits the cup, squarely on the bottom. Welp, you win some, you lose some.

"They're not! You should just stop dunking your fingers in your drinks, idiot!" He chuckles.

"Well then, so am I!" Gokudera retorts and then smacks his lips in a noisy kiss as directed by his boyfriend, right at him too, as if mocking that he gets to kiss himself, and Takeshi doesn't.

"No more kisses! You already have an advantage!" He grins and shoves Takeshi away with more force than he actually means.

"Ha! My turn!" And he lobs his coin at the table hard enough for it to bounce cleanly over the cup and roll off the table. "Fuck-" Gokudera decides to go after it, gotta pick up after himself.

"Yo... why is your chair on the floor?" He's laughing and pokes at his boyfriend's foot before picking up his coin and sitting up under the table.

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

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