stick with me baby, i'm the guy that you came in with [closed]

[sweetdeath]

Who: Tsuzuki Asato, Jae-Ha, Kija, Gojyo and Ronald Knox
What: Poker night!
When: May 1, evening
Where: Tajimamori's temple
Warnings: Booze, gambling and probably stupid arguments?

[Looks like it's a buffet style dinner! Some of that food over on the sideboard looks like Tsuzuki got it from a supermarket deli and reheated it. The deep-fried sugar-glazed sweet potatoes, on the other hand, are too burned and the sauce too drippy for them to be anything but homemade. And nobody would deliberately sell that gorgonzola spaghetti he's got in the center of the spread.

There's a couple of six-packs of beer in the fridge and a battered flea market poker set in the middle of the kitchen table, and Tsuzuki's hovering by the front door ready to greet his guests. Kija's going to have a fun night out! Tsuzuki'll make sure of it.

And hey, with any luck, the rest of them will have a good time too.]


[ooc; feel free to make top-levels and tag around mingle style! it's a party: go wild.]

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[razzledazzles]

Oh, so Russia is a place!

[It's amazing... Jae-Ha isn't used to vodka at all, so even his head is starting to spin a little. Last time he was drunk, there were regrets, but it's too late for that now, so he still reaches for a beer.]

Should you be drinking this much? If you fall into my arms I can't help that at all. You should give up. [Now he's trying to win like this!!]

[sweetdeath]

Yeah, it's a place! It's kinda... east of here. Northeast.

[He waves an arm in a direction that feels northeastern, which doesn't mean too much in the heavens, and pops the top on one of the beer cans, taking a swig.]

You're the one who started the challenge! [His voice slurs a little on the last word, and he scowls, repeating with more careful consonants:] Challenge. Maybe I'll have to walk you back home this time.

[razzledazzles]

You could barely walk here. I'll soar.

[No, he can't soar, he'd crash into a tree most certainly. Right now, though, he's still looking almost-put together. But when he has a drink of his own beer, he sways a little noticeably.]

I started this challenge to win. But if my senpai really believes he can keep going like this, then he's welcome to try.

[sweetdeath]

Can't let my cute kouhai beat me at this game! [This is such a horrible idea. Tsuzuki's taking a huge swig of his own beer anyway, and sitting back down in his chair with all the grace of a sack of rice being slung onto furniture.]

S'my specialty. You didn't see how much I had last time before you got here.

[razzledazzles]

[How sturdy are these chairs?? Because rather than move for his own, Jae-Ha is just going to try to sit on the arm of Tsuzuki's. Hello, he's too tall for this, and getting a little too fuzzy in the head.]

I thought I'd seen plenty left all over your counters before I cleaned it up. Was there more?

[sweetdeath]

[The chair creaks dangerously, and Tsuzuki yelps a little and reaches up to put a steadying hand on Jae-Ha's side as he takes another swig of his beer.] Careful! It's gonna break.

You know you didn't have to clean up. I would've in the morning.

[He's getting fuzzy himself, but he still knows better than to move. The whole chair'd go right over and dump Jae-Ha on the floor if he did.]

[razzledazzles]

[He pauses from drinking his beer to stare critically down at Tsuzuki, and the chair probably creaks more for it.]

What are you trying to say? Well then, move over. [His ass isn't big or anything??? So don't say this, but anyway, he's going to try to sit in the chair now, so Tsuzuki can either move or deal with Jae-Ha sitting on him.

He is a menace.]

[sweetdeath]

[It's a kitchen chair. There's really no room for two grown men to sit on it side by side, so Jae-Ha is definitely going to end up in Tsuzuki's lap. Tsuzuki squawks, startled, as the weight lands on his legs, and drops his beer.]

Hey!

[The chair creaks much more ominously. There's a slight wooden cracking noise.]

[razzledazzles]

[He'll apologize later if he breaks this chair. Who knew vodka was so intense when you chug so much of it at once?? Jae-Ha stares critically after the beer Tsuzuki dropped, reaching to try and grab at it. He's so helpful.]

Anyway, why would I leave you to clean up a mess when you'd likely wake up miserable? I'm not that cruel.

[sweetdeath]

[Tsuzuki makes a helpless wave of one hand after the beer, too, as it slowly gurgles into a puddle on his kitchen floor. The chair cracks again, and, all at once, gives way entirely and collapses into a pile of fragments, splinters and legs tilting in all directions.]

[razzledazzles]

[Oops. Jae-Ha's beer drops to the ground, next, too, and Jae-Ha falls with his own startled noise. Sorry for landing on you, Tsuzuki...

He can't help the laughter that slips out at all of this, even as he scrambles to try and pick up the beer cans. He's just leaning his weight over Tsuzuki even more to try and reach this, and he can barely manage that thanks to his laughter... A mess.]

[sweetdeath]

Owwww.... [Splinters! Okay, most of the splinters aren't in him, but there's one that definitely got him in the butt that he's going to have to pull out with the help of a mirror before it can heal up right. He tries to sit up and, with Jae-Ha's weight squarely on him, completely fails to shift at all.]

Oh, man. [The laughter's infectious, though, and he sprawls out on his back as he starts to giggle helplessly.]

[razzledazzles]

[Jae-Ha manages to stand the beer cans back up, even if the second one takes a few tries, but he slumps there laughing shortly after. Ahhhh...]

Are you alright?

[sweetdeath]

My chair's dead.

[He wriggles awkwardly free of Jae-Ha, picking up a couple more splinters in the process, and sprawls next to him, snickering helplessly.]

And I'm gonna have to mop....

[He aims an elbow vaguely at the nearest part of Jae-Ha.]

[razzledazzles]

Oof.

[Elbow, hello. It hits his side, and his hand slips on the beer on the floor, and there he goes again with another snicker.]

There will be nothing left to mop if we lie in it like this. Have I caused your back to go out, senpai? I can't seem to get up, myself.

[sweetdeath]

I'll get up in a few minutes! Hey, look at that. I think you're drunk.

[He prods Jae-Ha's side again, more gently, and relaxes into open laughter.]

I win.

[Somehow. From his spot on the ground next to Jae-Ha. He's totally winning.]

[razzledazzles]

I am not! You were drunk near immediately. You can't even get up!

[He's defending his honor!! Pushing himself up, his hands wobble a little on the wet floor, but he manages to look at Tsuzuki propped up like this.] I'll stand before you do.

[sweetdeath]

You're the one who sat on my lap.

[Tsuzuki sticks his tongue out at Jae-Ha in an extremely mature and sober way, and scrabbles to push himself up on his elbows too. Then, slowly, he sits up the rest of the way and leans forward as his head swims. Come on, he insists at his shinigami metabolism: hurry up!]

M'gonna stand up way before you.

[razzledazzles]

[No!! Jae-Ha isn't making nearly as much progress, but instead of depending on himself to stand, he reaches over push just enough at Tsuzuki's arm. Fall over, there are no splinters on that side so it's fine.]

[sweetdeath]

[Tsuzuki keels right over at the push. His arms were already wobbly, and trying to stand up made him wobblier, and also, there's a splinter in his butt and it hurts.

From the ground, he blows a raspberry in Jae-Ha's direction.]

Cheater.

[razzledazzles]

I have no idea what you mean.

[He pushes himself up, and even if it's wobbly, he manages to stand.] This means I'm the winner.

[sweetdeath]

You're wobbling! I saw that!

[Tsuzuki locks one hand around the edge of the table and hauls himself to his feet, rubbing his backside with a wince.] You're as drunk as me.

[He sticks his tongue out at Jae-Ha and gives up the rubbing for a slouch against the table. Jae-Ha thought he wouldn't get drunk at all, so tipsy counts as Tsuzuki's win, at least, as far as Tsuzuki is concerned. Both tipsy, and both of them on their feet, even!]

[razzledazzles]

To be honest, I feel more affected than I thought I would... It's rather strong, isn't it?

[He laughs, reaching over to smack Tsuzuki's arm lightly.] You're a bad influence.

[sweetdeath]

Still your idea!

[Tsuzuki leans away from him dramatically, almost overbalances, and catches himself against the counter, snickering. Definitely a bad idea. The worst. His expression slowly goes more serious as he gets his giggles under control and, at last, glances up at Jae-Ha.]

Hey... you know, Bishamon doesn't know anybody really, she said.

[Because the best time to have a serious conversation about what they're going to do here is definitely while drunk standing next to the remains of his smashed kitchen chair.

He's totally going for it anyway.]

[razzledazzles]

[Now is completely the time to speak seriously... Jae-Ha moves over to find a non-broken chair to sit in a little sloppily.]

No? So there's nothing to be gained from that direction then?