“You seem to give a lot of advice for someone who has no clue what’s going on, but I can’t say that you might be wrong. I did everything you told me but, I guess it wasn’t enough. Not to say he didn’t like it. He did like it…I think. Anyway enough talking about that.” Once they got into town he spotted where they would have their night of fun. He opened the the door to the tavern. “It’s time to drink till he can’t anymore.” For the first time today he was excited. He came here alone most of the time. He needed some place to sulk and this was it. “So what are you thinking we should start with? Scotch, bourbon, bear, or straight vodka. I’m ready for anything.”
Abrose clamped down on a response and stared down at the ground. He wasn't supposed to know anything about last night. He clenched his hands beside him, welcoming the pain that bloomed in his hand. I loved it. It was more than enough. More than what I deserve. He wiped away the tears threatening to spill over and followed Easton into the tavern, the stench of alcohol hitting him like a wall. He settled down beside Easton and looked at him in surprise. "Uhm, I was gonna get a gin and tonic first." He sucked his head and shrugged, knowing it wasn't the strongest of drinks but it counted as alcohol right?
"A gin and tonic?" Easton looked over to Abrose and scoffed. "You must be a lightweight then. If your starting light then so am I." He waved over the bartender and order his drink. "I'll take a mojito." He stretched once he finished and analyzed Abrose. "Why are you wearing a cloak? Also, what is this big decision that you had to make that makes you look like a sad puppy?" Easton looked around the bar seeing numerous couples of all kinds. It was always like this, most of the time. Loud, energetic, and the scent of alcohol around the room. The girls would be fond of the waiters and how kind and gentle they were. He gave a small laugh giving a small wink to one of the waiters.
"oh you don't have to just because I am." He said quickly, nodding the bartender in thanks as he slid over his drink, nearly choking on his sip as he heard Easton order a mojito. It was amusing to him, seeing somone like Easton order a light cocktail. He took a long sip of his drink, looking around the tavern and trying his best not to look many people in the eye. He blinked and set his drink down, shrugging sheepishly. "It's comfy and I don't want the attention, though I guess that's out the window since I'm with you." Abrise bit his lip and took another long sip of the drink, hoping the alcohol would kick in soon enough to forget this conversation. "I-i hurt someone I cared for because I thought it'd keep both of safe. Now I'm not so sure it was safely since I'm pretty sure they hate me now…" He caught Easton's wink at the waitor and had to order another drink to keep himself from bolting out if the tavern.
Easton watched the waiter skurry away with a blush. He only smirked. He listened to what Abrose had to say. "You're overreacting I'm sure he doesn't hate you. Yes, he might be extremely hurt, but I don't think he hates you." He took a deep sip of his drink leaving the glass half empty. He let out a small gasp. "That's the stuff. So sweet and delicious. So ordering a scotch next." Easton turned his gaze towards Abrose. "Don't choke when you drink like that. You certainly do look like a lightweight." He huffed a laugh, finishing his drink. He ordered his scotch just like he said he would. It came in a matter of minutes. "Now the real fun is about to start. Although, I feel like we shoulder order some food too. It wouldn't be right to drink alcohol on an empty stomach right?"
Abrise huffed a small laugh. “Considering a few things that are,” he waved a hand lazily in the air ”left in the air between us, them not hating me more wod honestly be a surprise, and a reaction i do not deserve.” He nudged the drink aside, alread half way done when he started feeling the heaviness in his body and mind, the alcohol and hus magic having a negatice reaction. “Food woukd great right niw.” He said, arching an eyebrow as tge scitch Easton ordered slid over. “How many drinks can rhe captain of the royal guard actually hold?” He mused with a small smile, glad that Easton at keadt was enjoying himself, despite what he had said the night before.
Easton only laughed and shook his head. he took a long sip almost finishing the scotch in one go. The burn felt good in his throat. He listed Abrse's chin with a smirk. "I can hold as many as I want, Abrose." He let his finger slide off Abrose's chin. He started sliding the cup from one hand to the other like it was a ball. "Well if it were me whatever decision you made there would have to be a reason for it you know. So…" He took the last sip and then order his vodka. "So how could you be mad at someone when you don't know why they did it. It's all kind of just floating in the air." He gave a light chuckle. "I can't believe you're already drunk. Then again I can't complain you do look pretty cute like that. His drink slid down the bar and he caught it without it spilling. It was in a small shot glass so it was easy to drink it down in one gulp.
Abrose gulped as Easton lifted his chin. "S-somhiw I don't think that's how alcohol works." He stuttered, releasing a small breath when Easton let him go. He turned back to half empty drink and toyed with the cup, turning in his hand to watch it catch the light. "That's what scares me the most. The stuff that's still 'in the air.' what if things change after that's been revealed?" He asked, giving Easton a side glance. "M'not drunk yet, at least I don't think, and m'not cute." He huffed looked away, cheeks burning in embarrassment. "You're the one who's drunk, what is this, like your third drunk in less than an hour?" He shook his head in disbelief and knocked on the table to get the bartender's attention, set on ordering some food, something warm and Hardy to balance out the alcohol.
Easton was very amused by Abrose. "Well, if things change, then things change, if they don't then they don't. You can't control what they say or how they react, the only thing you can control is when you say it." Easton ordered another glass of vodka. "I'm not drunk by the way. I can hold my liquor. He watched as he got pasted another shot glass. He once again downed the vodka in one go. "See the trick is, I drink a lot so this feels like nothing. Who knows it might catch up to me later. For right now, I'm having the time of my life. That's enough." He looked around to see people dancing to a song. He thought for a moment. "Stop talking about things that make you sad and let's dance!" He took Abrose's hands dragging him out onto the dancefloor. It was very lively and warm. Maybe that was because of the sweat, but everything felt so free. Maybe that was because of the alcohol.
Abrose nodded slowly, knowing deep down that, even in his drunken state, the captain was right. "Let me guess, the sooner the better, right?" He sighed and nodded to the bartender in thanks as he placed an order of soup and bread in front of him. "It honestly surprised me that you haven't been fired yet, captain." He mused with a small grin. "Seeing that you get drink a lot." He teased, dipping a cruton of bread into the soup and popping it into his mouth. He helped in surprise as Eastob grabbed his hand and yanked him to the dancefloor, nearly spilling his meal in the process. "You're definately drink if you think I'm gonna dance." He muttered, sticking close to Easton as he tried his best not to bump into anyone.
Easton blinked, looking offended. "How could you say that." He said jokingly. He wasn't actually offended if anything he was surprised too. "For the last time, I'm not drunk." Easton placed his hands on Abrose's waist. He moved their hips to the rhythm of the music. He could feel the vibration of the beat through the floor. "Here, just move with me." Easton pulled them closer together. Enough so they could hear each other. "This gives my déjà vu just less romantic. I dance with the guy I met during the ball sort of like this, but more traditional." Easton's head felt heavy as he leaned into Abrose. "You smell just like him." he started to hiccup through his words. "This hic is where I hic start to get hic drunk. I'll be hic fine after a couple of hic waters. But right now hic I wanna dance with hic you. I wanna feel you hic close. Really hic close."
Abrose stiffened in the Captain's hold, their closeness all too familiar. He was so close, so very close to his beloved Easton that he could feel his breath, warm on his neck as they danced together. All it would take would be one confession, and maybe a bit of an explanation but still, it was a chance. "Are you trying to tell me you have a type captain?" He teased, tilting his head back enough to look up at Easton. "Well I must admit, you're not bad, even when inebriated." He tried his best to laugh it off but soon hound himself even closer to Easton. He sucked in a deep breath and turned his eyes up towards the ceiling, Spirits help him. He lightly ran a hand over the top of Easton's hair, allowing himself a single moment of bliss. "Fine, only because you're very drunk now and I'd hate for anything to happen to you, no matter how much if a pain you are. Besides, you're very cute now."
Easton looked up almost pouting. "How am I the cute one hic when I can very much pin hic you against the wall and my hic way with you. Of course, I would never hic do such a thing because hic I'm not a rapist." He hummed when his hair was stroked loving the feeling. Easton felt so comfortable and it all felt so loving. He didn't know why. "You know for a human, you're hic pretty comfortable." He shifted his gaze to meet Abrose's. "You have hic beautiful eyes. All of your hic features really. Even your lips…" he raised a hand and glided over Abrose's lips. "Sorry…I was out of line" He cleared his throat looking away from Abrose. He was still very much drunk but he knew when it came to crossing boundaries that he should top. In that way he was respectful.
Abrose nearly choked on air at what Easton had said, turning a deep shade of crimson at the mere thought of be Easton's mercy like that. He buried his face in this shower and squeezed his eyes shut tight, trying to block out the thought. "You Fae and your dominance complex." He muttered, shaking his head and glaring a peek up at Easton. Spirits above Easton had him, had his heart in his hands and he didn't even know the half of it. "I'm glad I qualify as your drunken cuddle buddy, captain." He teased, freezing in place as Easton brushed a hand over his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut a moment later as He found himself leaning into both the hand and Easton's lips before he inevitablenly pulled away. Abrose know he shouldn't have liked it as much as he did, however brief the kiss was. As much as he wanted to grip Easton by the shirt and yank him back into a proper, much longer kiss, they were both drunk, Easton more than him, and Abrise knew with the little shred of Soberness he had, he'd feel guilty if he took that advantage just for his own desires. As much as it painted his heart, he slowly stepped away, keeping the captain at arms length so they could still dance but so that if another kiss were to happen he'd have time to push away. "I-its alright. Heat if the moment, yeah?" He reasoned with a shaky smile
He frowned when Abrose said it was the heat of the moment. When in fact it wasn’t. Yet again it had been passed off as nothing. He wanted to prove him wrong by grabbing the collar of his shirt and kissing him till he dropped. Easton knew he would probably fuck it up more if he did that. “Y-Yeah..sure.” He watched as he moved away, the pain in his chest coming back. “I’m…too hic sober…” he laughed. “I’m still feeling hic feelings. That shouldn’t happen hic when your drunk.” Easton left the dance floor drinking down the shot that was still left on the bar where they had sat earlier. Soon enough he ordered another one hat one came out fast so he drank that one two. He looked over to Abrose, still feeling that pain. Easton’s face was beat red because of how much he was drinking. “I guess it doesn’t hic go away huh. Can we hic head over to hic you place?”
Abrose's eyes widened at the second kiss, not sure if he was trying push Easton off or pull him closer as his hands bunched the fabric if his shirt. He was left breathless by the time Easton moved away, words hardly forming as he tried to recollect his thought. He stood in the middle of the room, cheeks red both from drinking too much and the kiss. He numbly walked back over to the bar, shoving the plate of cold soup away and nibbling at the bread as he thought things over. He couldn't do this for much longer, not while his heart was both breaking in two and swelling with love at the same time. He startled slightly as Easton began to talk, his ears ringing slightly. He stick out his hand and found it trembling. Oh that wasn't good. He shoved his hand beneath the folds of his cloak and took a deep breath. "No, not really." He muttered softly, offering a tentative smile. "You look like a tomato, captain." He teased gently, a shudder going through him. "M-my place?" He chewed his lips, mind swimming with blurry thoughts. "Easton I don't think that's a good idea right now. It's not that I don't trust you or anything, i- I have something to do when I get home. And you're drunk, you need to go home and rest."
Easton only shook his head with a scoff. “Oh please you look just the same.” Easton nodded slowly listening to his reasoning. “Yeah, yeah, yeah for sure. Right, yeah…” was all he could say. Not to say he did get it. He knew why Abrose didn’t want him over. He would probably fuck up and do something that he wasn’t supposed to. “Hey….how come…you didn’t pull away. I mean it’s probably just because I was pulling you closer. Who knows. I was just wondering.” At that moment he wished that Abrose would say anything but it was because he was drunk or blame it on something, but he was preparing for that answer. He caught the shot glass coming down the bar. His hiccups were gone but his words began to slur when he spoke. “Never mind just forgetaboutit.” He sipped down his vodka. “You thought youcould fuckup twice…inthespan of two days!” Just from his laugh you tell he was drunk.
"because I think needed it too. I wanted to kiss you back, wanted to do something I wasn't supposed to for once, even if it'll be one foggy mess in the morning." He replied softly, toying with the straw in his cup. He watched as Easton downed a few more drinks with a worried look before stopping the next shot after the vodka and taking it himself, grimacing at the burning sensation down his throat and nearly missing the table as he slammed down the glass. "Ugh that's awful! How do you do that over and over again?" He shook himself out and stood from his chair, focusing on his breath and tugging at Easton's shirt, gesturing him to get up. "Alright, come on. Let's go home before something bad happens." He muttered, shouldering his cloak and wrapping an arm around Easton's wait to help him up
“Then…Thenstay with me tonight. Ifyouwant no feelings attached. Justtonight and us? I promise I won’t throwup or anything. I’ll stop…ifyouwant me to.” Easton needed it too. He wanted to feel something other then pain for once. He had been feeling like crap and the fact that he said he wanted to kiss him back was enough. Easton pecked his lips, not wanting it to be forceful but sweet. He wrapping himself around Abrose to hold himself up. “If you insist…I’ll gohome and wecan act like nothingeverhappened.” He sputtered. “Again…” he was referring to last night and how he would have to go through the same as daw We thing. “I mean whocares it’s not like I’ll rememberinthe morning anyway. I’m too intoxicated.” He laughed unnaturally because of the alcohol.
Abrise shook his head as he dragged Easton out of the tavern. "I'll stay but not without feeling's attach. You can't tell me yyu want to do something like that without feelings, I know you're not that heartless, captain. But I'll stay." He hummed softly at the kiss and shook his head with a laugh, letting himself enjoy the affection. "I honestly don't know if I'm flushed cuz of the alcohol or your kisses." He slowly reached up and pressed a kiss to Easton's cheek. "I'm honestly surprised, Captain that you don't remember me." He said softly, heart skipping a beat but continuing on, even if Easton didn't remember what happened in the morning. He'd tell him again then. "I thought you'd see right through the mask, both times. Should I be concerned about the kingdom's security if you can't tell who who somone is with and without a mask?"
They cold air from outside felt good when they started walking. “You’re right I’m not heartless.” He started laughing when he told him. “Whatareyou talking about silly. Of course, you not him, I mean you looknothingalike. Besides I wouldn’t kiss him how Ikissyou…” Easton raised his head up to kiss him once more, giving him an example. “See.” He gave a deep chuckled and tried to straighten himself up. “If your concerned thenim concerned. It’sfinetho no crime actually happens.” He dragged out the word actually with a laugh in between. “Your nose is very small.” He pushed Abrose’s nose then ripped it away. “See igotcha nose.” He giggled holding up his hand. “Being drunk is the best, cause you can do whatever and not remember in the morning. “How come you’re notdrunk ha?!” He yelled. His voice echoed through the dark streets. “Besides we’re doing somethingfun when get back right?” He mumbled but loud enough to hear.
"we wore masks, of course I wouldn't look the same." He retorted, rolling his eyes before closing them shut at the kiss. "Oh really?" He laughed, arching an eyebrow Easton. "Should I be insulted or honored that you kiss me differently if you knew it was me?" He sighed softly and shook his head, his blood humming in retaliation tto he alcohol coursing through his veins. He blinked and squeaked as Easton 'took his nose.' "you're so mean," he whined, reaching for Easton's hand as he actually had his nose. "Give it back, I neeeeed thaaaat!" He pouted, hushing Easton as he yelled at the darkness. "Hmm, oh yeah real fun. Imma sleep like the dead when I find a bed and probably not wake up for a few days." He mumbled, feeling as his body were dragging him down. "Uhm, where is you place anyways?"
"Just keep walking it's the big green oneupahead." He pointed lazily towards his house. He almost tripped over his own feet but caught himself. He started saying weird things like bombs and random words that came to find. He was very childish when he was drunk, that's why he never got drunk. It came in phases. First, the hiccups, then his words being slurred, and last but not least his childish side. He started talking about kid toys that he used to use. One of them happens to be a gun that his dad gave him. He almost shot one of the maids and then his dad put it in a safe. "Now, that Ithinkaboutit I have not idea what the number to the safewas." He tried numbers in his head but he didn't really found the one that fit. Instead of thinking he went back to saying random words before they managed to get to his house. "I live pretty close toeverything!" He yelled throwing his hands up in the air like a child on a roller coaster ride. "Open sesame!" he pushed his body weight onto the door it opening instantly. "It's almost unlocked allofthetime." he giggled.
Abrose nodded determinedly and trudged forwards, nearly falling with Easton to the ground as he tripped. He found it extremely cute as Easton spoke about his childhood and what he could assume we're childhood toys were. Though he was a tad bit concerned when Easton told him about nearly shooting a maid as a kid. "Well, I don't think you could have picked a better job. He laughed sightly and soon creating a hill and soon came upon Easton's home. He gazed up at the heme in awe as Easyon shoved through, shuffling through and looking around, slowly turning in a circle even as that made him more disoriented. "Thins is beautiful." He murmured, catching himself on the stair railing and slowly slumping to the ground.
Easton followed him plopping down right next to him. He nudged his shoulder and looked at Abrose. "It can be ours. Just for tonight." There was something different about the way he looked at Abrose. It's wasn't loving but fragile. Not staggered but stationary. He didn't look away nor did he want to. He touched Abrose's hand. The house was empty because all the maids and butlers were in their bedrooms sound asleep. It was just them sitting on a stairwell and he didn't mind it. The silence that struck the hallways made him uneasy. However, the more he listened the more he heard the crickets outside, the nighttime was always beautiful because the moonlight would shine through the window. The lights were off so the moonlight was the only way he could see. It was a big house, an empty house, and he lived in it alone. Only rare times would Easton speak to the employees. Now someone else was in a big dark house with him. It felt nice.
