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writetomyheart2013-02-26 09:44 pm
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[Team 2] We're Legal! (Happy Christmas - or not)
Honestly no idea where to file this one :/ Sticking under 'general juniors' for now.
Beer is passed around in little plastic cups, and Taiga can feel the alcohol slowly starting to make his mind fuzzy around the edges.
They're playing an interesting game - something to do with spinning one of the empty beer bottles around on the floor and watching where it points to. The victim has to perform some sort of strange forfeit or answer an equally strange (and doubly embarrassing) question. Taiga's had the devil's luck so far, idly watching as the bottle spins right past him, never stopping. He's quite glad for it, too - the prompts are getting stranger with every cupful of beer that gets drained.
Christmas Eve at Yasui's isn't usually this rowdy, but usually there isn't a clear majority of people above legal age. Someone had suggested beer, Yasui had dug out a couple of six-packs and a stack of party plastic cups and the rest was history.
Somewhere around his fifth cup Taiga starts to feel a little drowsy. Anderson's already sleeping, snoring like a bulldozer, and Noeru is swaying back and forth with a curiously blank expression on his face. Even Nozawa, who surprisingly isn't as much of a lightweight as the others, already has a faint pinkish tint to his cheeks.
He blinks, and the next thing he knows, he's somehow ended up sprawled on top of Yasui (with both their shirts off, for whatever reason). The sun's streaming in through the windows, much too bright to be healthy, and Taiga swears the sun's just being vindictive and increasing his pounding headache.
"Merry Christmas," he grumbles, mouth feeling as dry as the Sahara as he sits up, head spinning.
Anderson merely snores, and a grumpy (and still hungover) Yasui groggily flings a plastic cup at him.
"Shaddap," moans Yasui in a passable imitation of Japanese, almost too mangled for Taiga to make out the words. "M'never drink that much beer again."
"And whose idea was that?" Taiga whines, wincing as a dull stab of pain runs through his head.
Yasui lets out another incoherent mumble, and flails his arm like a dying fish in an attempt to hit Taiga. He misses, hits an empty plastic cup, and then rolls over on his side with an unintelligible moan.
Despite his massive headache, Taiga grins.
Beer is passed around in little plastic cups, and Taiga can feel the alcohol slowly starting to make his mind fuzzy around the edges.
They're playing an interesting game - something to do with spinning one of the empty beer bottles around on the floor and watching where it points to. The victim has to perform some sort of strange forfeit or answer an equally strange (and doubly embarrassing) question. Taiga's had the devil's luck so far, idly watching as the bottle spins right past him, never stopping. He's quite glad for it, too - the prompts are getting stranger with every cupful of beer that gets drained.
Christmas Eve at Yasui's isn't usually this rowdy, but usually there isn't a clear majority of people above legal age. Someone had suggested beer, Yasui had dug out a couple of six-packs and a stack of party plastic cups and the rest was history.
Somewhere around his fifth cup Taiga starts to feel a little drowsy. Anderson's already sleeping, snoring like a bulldozer, and Noeru is swaying back and forth with a curiously blank expression on his face. Even Nozawa, who surprisingly isn't as much of a lightweight as the others, already has a faint pinkish tint to his cheeks.
He blinks, and the next thing he knows, he's somehow ended up sprawled on top of Yasui (with both their shirts off, for whatever reason). The sun's streaming in through the windows, much too bright to be healthy, and Taiga swears the sun's just being vindictive and increasing his pounding headache.
"Merry Christmas," he grumbles, mouth feeling as dry as the Sahara as he sits up, head spinning.
Anderson merely snores, and a grumpy (and still hungover) Yasui groggily flings a plastic cup at him.
"Shaddap," moans Yasui in a passable imitation of Japanese, almost too mangled for Taiga to make out the words. "M'never drink that much beer again."
"And whose idea was that?" Taiga whines, wincing as a dull stab of pain runs through his head.
Yasui lets out another incoherent mumble, and flails his arm like a dying fish in an attempt to hit Taiga. He misses, hits an empty plastic cup, and then rolls over on his side with an unintelligible moan.
Despite his massive headache, Taiga grins.
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(Yeah, since the juniors are in flux so much, we only gave b6 (which might dissolve) and the MSM tags, because in fandom those two groups have definition. So Yasui counts for a general juniors tag, Taiga can get the B6 tag.)
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