Levi flinched when Fiori smacked his chest. He held his breath, the hiccups stopping for a short moment until— “Hicc! I knowwww,” he laughed, more slowly morphed into groaning. He covered his eyes with his hand. “So are, so are you, aren’t you?”
"Not as bad as you. I drank lotsa water in the kitchen, that means no hangover! Or…" He paused, thinking about all the drinks he'd had tonight. "… less of a hangover. You're gonna be wishing you were never born, I'm gonna be… not doing that."
“Oh, noooo…” he groaned. “You, you got me drunk before I drank water!” He dramatically gasped, “You did this—on purprose! It was your plan all along! I caught you!” He lifted his hand from his face and poked Fiori in the shoulder. “How dare—Hicc!” he started laughing again.
Fi burst into his own fit of giggles, slapping Levi's hands away clumsily. He was careful not to hit too hard, knowing he sometimes forgot other people wren't as strong as him when he was drunk. "You could drink water now, Leviticus! It's not a plot, it's a party, and partying means drinking first, and taking care of yourself later."
“Yeah… Drink first. Okay….” another hiccup interrupted his laughter. Reluctantly, he pushed himself to sit up. “Alright. Where’s the water?” He croaked. A loopy smile still hung in the corner of this lips.
"Lots of places." Fi rolled over into the space Levi left when he sat up, starfishing out on the bed with a happy rumbling sound. "How well can you walk?"
“I dunno…I haven’t tried. I just feel like falling over again,” he bobbed his head to the pace of a silent tune he had stuck in his head. He began lazily humming it—he couldn’t care less whether he was actually in tune with it or not.
"Alright, um…" Fionn hummed, wriggling a little to get into a more comfortable position. He accidentally kicked Levi, in the leg, so he gave him an apologetic pat. "Sorry! I've got an attached bathroom, think you can make it to the sink in there?"
Levi flinched at getting kicked, but he laughed it off. “Uh, yeah, I think I can make it.” He scooted you the edge of the bed and stood up. He wavered there in peace for a minute or so, “…Am I there yet?”
Fi snickered and then shook his head, cheerfully yanking himself to his feet. "Nah, you didn't even pick your feet up. You need to walk if you wanna get there, Levi. Do you need a little help with it?"
“Oh,” Levi snorted, “Probably,” he laughed at himself. He held out his arm in request for help. His head already hurt, but he was too absent-minded to care.
Fi laughed too, shoving himself to his feet with a grunt and then blinking as everything started to spin wildly. Once he could see straight enough to walk without falling over, he took Levi's hand and yanked him forward, leading him over to the bathroom. "Here we are!!"
Levi stumbled behind him, letting himself be dragged along. He looked inside the bathroom, “Oohhhhhh I see it now.” He gripped the doorway with his hand, “What are we doing here again? Oh, water. The sink?”
"Yes." He looked at Levi, looked at the sink, and then frowned. "Probably." Another searching look between the two. "Can you stand? Or… actually, how well can you stand? On a scale from 1 to 10?"
“Uh, eight?” He guessed, bringing his other hand to his stomach. “Maybe six…” He clearly wasn’t used to alcohol, especially such strong alcohol as Brandy. “I can drink, though!”
"Yeah, I think you can too! Maybe you can just balance on the sink or something. How many hands do you need to drink from it?" He paused, giving the sink an appraising look. "Do you need any hands?"
“Um…” he looked down at his hands, then to the sink. “I already have two. I think I’m good,” he slurred amusedly. “Is there a…do you havva cup?”
"No." Fiori scanned the bathroom just to be sure. "Wel… actually, maybe, but… No! No, I don't!" He nodded, glad the matter was settled. "You could drink straight from the sink?"
Levi looked off to the side at the wall, thinking. “Uh…yeah, I can do that.” He inched his way over to the sink, “I’ll just…stick my head in there.” He gripped the sink, glancing around where to turn it on.
FIori took pity and turned it on for him, sending out a steady stream of water. "There you go! Just… duck your head under it or something! Good luck!!"
Levi stood there looking at it for a moment before he stuck his head in the sink, then quickly flinched out again. He made a face, readjusting to stick his head in another way, and then back out again. He leaned forward and back again while he tried to work out the right place. Finally, he gave up and just stuck his face in the water. He scrunched his eyes closed as the water dropped down his face, and a little bit of his hair.
Fiori watched for a few seconds before he gently tangled his hand in the hair on the back of Levi's head and pulled him out of the water. "Leviticus, you're hopeless," he said, and there was laughter in his voice. "You need to tilt your head like this," he used his grip on Levi's hair to carefully turn his head. "And then you can drink the water sideways."
“That’s what I was doing,” he muttered defensively, even though he hadn’t been doing that. He kept his head tilted awkwardly, and dipped his head back into the sink, gently pushing Fiori’s hand away. He drank easier this time, taking long sips of the cool water. Water still dripped down his chin and jaw, but it luckily just fell back into the sink.
Fi let go as soon as Levi pushed him away, watching with amusement as he finally started drinking the water. "Is not, you're just mad that I can sink drink better than you. Imma go get you a towel, I'll be back in like… a minute."
He pulled his face out of the water stream to reply, “M’kay…see ya in a minute.” He wiped his mouth with his wrist, then continued to messily drink. He hadn’t realized how parched his throat was until he started drinking.