They looked over at the same time, and she laughed at how annoyed both seemed at the interruption in their bromance. “Make out,” she held up her camera and winked. Gilbert paused, eyebrow up and an “eh?” look on his face. Sadiq barked a laugh and yanked Gilbert over, happy to comply with an order from Eliza.
Eliza let out a cheer that was clear over the original version of “Minimal” pounding over the stereo (she suspected that was Ludwig’s doing, but, huh, where’d he go?) and Gilbert laughed into Sadiq’s mouth upon hearing it. He looked over, still half-attached to Sadiq’s mouth, and asked if she liked it. She just responded with a wink, thumbs up, and an evil smirk. “I’ll kiss both of you at midnight if you keep it up!” she yelled.
Apparently that was the perfect thing to say, because both of them really got into it, though they didn’t stop smiling.
“Too bad ya ain’t a chick,” Sadiq mumbled onto Gilbert’s lips, “you’re a good kisser.”
Gilbert made a noise of agreement and mumbled “Well yeah, of course I’m amazing,” before sticking his tongue too far into Sadiq’s mouth for either of them to say much more. They heard Anja and Arthur laugh and cheer them on.
“What the hell are you two doin’?” Mathias laughed, flinging himself over both of them and looking back and forth with a smirk.
They broke apart and Sadiq snarled “What the fuck does it look like I’m doin’, dipshit?”
“Makin’ out with a dude. Haven’t seen that one in a while,” Mathias sneered.
“Ha, yeah, prob’ly ‘cause it’s you I made out with the last few times,” Sadiq answered, rolling his eyes.
Mathias shrugged. “Got us both laid, too.”
“Hey,” Gilbert barked and pointed at Mathias, eager to defend his manliness, “You’re gonna have to at midnight anyway - pretty sure there are only four chicks here.”
Both Mathias and Sadiq laughed a lot at that quip, before Sadiq added “Hey, a mouth’s a mouth. So shut yer trap.”
---
The dance party paused when Roderich came in and reminded a few people that midnight was coming up in, oh, four minutes. Everyone piled into the living room to watch the ball drop.
A paint-covered Gilbert was standing between an equally-painted Sadiq and an uncontrollably giggling Feliks, the three of them in a line behind the couch.
“Oh, fuck,” Gilbert scowled. “Who let him get plastered? He gets all giggly and touchy and shit. Ugh.”
“Gillll,” Feliks slurred, “stop being, like, a total bitch.”
This made Sadiq laugh and he congratulated Feliks. Feliks noticed Sadiq’s pants and they began an involved discussion on fashion. Gilbert sighed and rolled his eyes, muttering about “pansies who spend too much time with their noses stuck in teen mags.”
Then Feliks, apparently drunk enough to ignore the fact that paint was getting all over his jumpsuit, put an arm around Gilbert and leaned into and across him in order to better hear Sadiq - but with a smirk that told that he knew exactly what he was doing. Gilbert shouted “Hey!” and tried to push him off; Feliks rolled his eyes and snarked that Gilbert was just making out with a man, so he didn’t see the problem here.
---
Jens and Roderich were both turned on the couch, passively observing the nonsense going on above their heads. Roderich was making sure to stay clear of any paint that might come near, but Jens didn’t seem to care too much.
The three were bickering so loudly Roderich almost didn’t catch the countdown; he turned to the T.V. right as the ball dropped and an roar overtook the room. The next thing he knew, he was being kissed by - Jens?!
Surprised, he pulled back a bit, but paused at Anja’s “Ow ow, you two! Yeah!” He looked over and she winked and grabbed Elizabeta; Elizabeta waved for them to continue, mid-kiss.
Francis broke away from Antonio long enough to yell that he’d fire Roderich if he stopped now, and a few other people joined in with laughter.
Oh, what the hell.
Roderich grabbed Jens and pulled him in for a real kiss, this time. If he was going to do something so...risqué...well, he may as well do his best. He’d just chalk it up to alcohol and peer pressure, later.
Above him, Feliks and Gilbert were kissing to Sadiq’s laughter and the encouragement of a few people around the room. Mathias grabbed Sadiq in mid-laugh before he continued around the room, giving pretty much everyone a kiss.
---
Elizabeta was doing essentially the same thing as Mathias (and met him halfway around for a very involved kiss that only ended with a knee to the balls) when she came upon Matthew and Tina. She grabbed Tina and they proceeded to have a very intense makeout session right in front of Matthew’s eyes.
He stood there, beer spilling onto his shoe and mouth wide open. Uh. Whoa. This might have been even better than getting a kiss himself. Actually - shit, this was way better than getting a kiss himself. They pressed themselves to each other with a giggle and he dropped the damn bottle.
Goddamn it. He didn’t know when they were going to break apart, and while he was really hoping to be next on Eliza’s kiss list, he...had a kind of serious problem developing. Rapidly developing. Shit. Bathroom it was.
---
“Hey Feliks!” Alfred laughed, stumbling over to his friend. “I think I’ve kissed almost everyone in this room but you -” he looked around to see Antonio and Francis still stuck to each other, Ivan still blushing and stuttering after receiving a kiss from Feli, and Mathias finishing up his rounds, a wildly flailing and protesting Arthur wrapped up tight in his arms while he laughed - “So! Whadda ya say?” Alfred winked.
“Yeah, sure,” Feliks shrugged with a small twist of his lips. It was short and chaste, then they both heard the dance party in the kitchen start up and grinned at each other.
“Hey,” Feliks stopped Alfred with an awkward yank of his arm and looked around. “Where’d Ludwig go? I was totally looking forward to seeing his reaction when I kissed him! It would be - God, it would be, like, the best,” he smirked.
Alfred laughed. “It really would dude! Huh, but, yeah,” he peered into the kitchen. “I dunno. Maybe the bathroom?”
Mathias and Gilbert burst out of the kitchen and between them, laughing like hyenas over something, and made their way down the hall.
Feliks and Alfred watched them go for a minute, confused, then turned to each other and shrugged. “Well, Al, if you find him, you know, bring him to me,” Feliks winked.
“Sure thing dude!”
---
Nils and Kiku snuck out of the living room before the ball dropped and had begun a private celebration on Nils’ bed. A private celebration that was quickly becoming more and more heated. Nils was on top of Kiku, bodies pressed together tight, still-clothed erections grinding together - his shirt was off and he was hurriedly shoving up Kiku’s, letting out a low curse at the feel of heated, sweat-slicked skin against his -
BANG.
Kiku moved under him, distracted by the noise, but Nils just tugged the offending shirt off of Kiku and set to attacking Kiku’s neck with his mouth. He ran his hands up Kiku’s side, hungrily, greedily, a little rough - Kiku’s small noise of pleasure caused him to grind down harder against him and -
BANG.
Nils froze over Kiku, breathing heavily onto his neck. “What the hell,” he muttered in a low growl.
“Hey, Nils, you fucker!”
Nils dropped his head onto Kiku’s shoulder, groaning. “GILBERT, WHAT!?”
Gilbert simply cackled - Nils heard someone else too - and answered with another loud knock upon the door. Nils lifted himself up on his elbows over Kiku and frowned, looking at the door. That didn’t sound like a knock. It sounded like -
BANG.
- like they were trying to kick the goddamn door down.
Nils got up on his knees with a snarl; Kiku pulled his shirt back on and Nils despaired internally. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” Nils shouted at the door.
More obnoxious laughter. “You ~mysteriously disappeared~ at midnight,” Gilbert lilted though the door. “I wanted to give you a kiss!”
“TOUGH LUCK, SHITHEAD,” Nils yelled - he thought he heard someone remark “He sounds pissed!” in an entirely too-cheerful tone.
BANG. Nils swore he heard the door crack on that one.
“Awww, heeyyyy, we didn’t interrupt anything, did we?” Gilbert teased through the door.
“I just wanted to give my awesome roomie a nice smooch!” The last part was almost incomprehensible due to Gilbert’s laughter.
Nils flung himself from the bed and marched to the door, scowl firmly in place. He yanked it open - Gilbert’s look of pure shock would’ve been hilarious had he not been so pissed - grabbed Gilbert, shoved their faces together over that other dude’s loud “Ha! He gotcha there!”, and slammed the door closed again before Gilbert could react.
He was gonna have to get a better fucking door.
---
Ludwig was sitting on the front stoop, ignoring the chill - he didn’t want to be in the mess at midnight. He heard the door swing open and Alfred’s loud “Aha! Found ya!” before he turned just in time to see Alfred plop down next to him.
“Hey Luddy!” Alfred laughed, then swung an arm around his shoulders and leaned into his side, “you disappeared at midnight - everyone else got a kiss!” At that, Alfred abruptly turned, legs practically on top of Ludwig’s lap and - lips were on his - Ludwig’s eyes widened - what - this - this was Alfred - oh fuck -
Before Ludwig’s brain could catch up with what he was doing, he threw himself into the kiss - leaned forward into Alfred’s heat, hand on Alfred’s jaw, in his hair - captured Alfred’s bottom lip in his and pulled back, carefully, reverently, reveling in the sensation of its softness, the wetness of their mixed saliva as he trailed his mouth lower - let out a small, open-mouthed pant half-over Alfred’s parted lips. Then their lips met again and his tongue invaded Alfred’s mouth with an intensity Ludwig doubted he’d ever kissed anyone with before. His arm around Alfred’s back was pushing them closer, lining their bodies up on one side, hand curling into his hair - he felt Alfred’s tongue respond against his, and it was just like him, reckless and enthusiastic and not quite perfect but still -
Alfred yanked himself back and looked at Ludwig, concern marring his features. “Wh - hey, dude, you okay? You’re shaking!” he exclaimed over Ludwig’s panting breaths. “It’s cold, man, you need a better - “
“Alfred,” Ludwig gasped, screwing his eyes shut, “I like you. I like you a lot.” Oh, Christ, fuck, why was he saying this, he shouldn’t be saying this, that kiss, and his brain was frazzled, he really was shaking, all over, violently, and his mouth was still going, he just couldn’t - couldn’t stop - “I have for - for - I don’t even know,” there was an obvious waver in his voice, he was close to hyperventilating, he was going to ruin everything between them - but - he just - he had to get it out.
“Whoa, dude, just calm down,” Alfred smiled and let out a low half-laugh, then reached for Ludwig’s shoulder -
Ludwig twisted away with a jerk. It irked him that Alfred wasn’t taking this - this - seriously. It hurt. “No, stop,” he breathed desperately. “Stop laughing.” He tried to calm his breathing. Alfred would begin to laugh, or make a joke, or try to lighten the situation, then catch himself and fidget instead.
“I just...” Ludwig looked down and sighed. “I don’t know. You make me happy. Sorry.” His stomach churned. He turned his head slightly and looked over at Alfred. Alfred still looked slightly confused, slightly unsure, a bit hesitant - as if he wasn’t sure he was drawing the right conclusions. The same look he had when he thought he’d done a problem correctly, but he wasn’t quite sure and wanted Ludwig to check. “Alfred. I mean I like you romantically,” he said in a low tone, and grimaced.
“Oh!” Alfred’s eyebrows shot up, then his face went back to his trademark smile. “No way, Feliks was totally right! I mean, that’s awesome, ‘cuz you totally rule, but, uh -” he scratched the back of his head, sheepish - “sorry dude, you know I’m not gay.” Alfred paused, leaned back and looked at the sky with a small grin still on his face. Ludwig’s stomach sank; he’d just fucked up one of the most important relationships in his life.
“But,” Alfred looked over and smiled, genuine, “Feliks could probably hook you up.” Then he burst into loud laughter, and Ludwig was so shocked he jumped an inch or two in place. “Hahaha oh man, Ludwig!” Alfred slapped his arm and Ludwig jumped again, “Literally - he could hook you up - isn’t that a great joke? I rule so hard!”
Ludwig just stared and tried to make himself relax, at least enough to not feel like his heart was going to hack its way out of his ribcage. Alfred...seemed to be acting normal. Kind of drunk, but otherwise, normal...?
“It’s...a pun,” made its strangled way out of Ludwig’s throat.
Alfred’s laughter cut off and he tilted his head. “Eh?”
At that moment the door burst open with a bang and Ludwig jumped again. God, he really was going to have a heart attack this evening, wasn’t he?
“Eyyy you two,” Gilbert drawled, kicking Alfred and Ludwig successively, “bunch of us are all headin’ to a bar. Some Hercules guy called and said it was bitchin’. You’re comin’. So let’s go!” By now most of the party was mingling around the stoop, or in the street, ready to go.
“Did Ivan leave?” Ludwig asked. The man was fairly easy to spot, and Ludwig didn’t see him anywhere.
“Nah, he didn’t wanna go. Stayin’ here, holdin’ down the fort. Already told him he was a pussy for wantin’ to stay in on one of the greatest party nights of the year.” And with that, Gilbert hopped down the steps and joined Mathias, Arthur, and Sadiq in the charge to the bar.
“I think I will stay here,” Ludwig quietly stated as Alfred got up to follow. He just wanted some time to sort out his brain.
“Oh, yeah?” Alfred asked, turning and looking up at Ludwig from the sidewalk. “Well, hey, you’re welcome to crash here tonight too - got that sleepin’ bag in my closet and all - then tomorrow we can have Gil make us breakfast and clean. Oh, hey, you wouldn’t wanna help me clean, would ya?” he winked.
Normally Ludwig would’ve grumbled internally and then reluctantly agreed to help, but he was so relieved he hadn’t caused irreparable damage to their friendship that he immediately, emphatically, agreed.
“Sweet!” Alfred cheered. “Okay dude, I’ll call ya if this bar is the most ballin’ place ever, but yeah, goodnight!”
Ludwig watched him go and heaved another sigh. He really hoped that things would remain normal, come tomorrow morning.
---
Party nights always end up being so long. What’s the deal with that?
Anyhow.
JANUARY.
IT IS NEXT.
OH GOD.
Actually, I might have to split it into two parts - it’s already at the same length most months are, and I’ve got...uh...seven more scenes to write *facepalm*
In other news, whoo, Feliks~~ He's totally awesome drunk, I love the way you write him! XD And the fashion discussions with Sadiq, looooool. Can't wait to see where this goes! ♥
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
LATFF [7f/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-13 05:48 am (UTC)(link)Eliza let out a cheer that was clear over the original version of “Minimal” pounding over the stereo (she suspected that was Ludwig’s doing, but, huh, where’d he go?) and Gilbert laughed into Sadiq’s mouth upon hearing it. He looked over, still half-attached to Sadiq’s mouth, and asked if she liked it. She just responded with a wink, thumbs up, and an evil smirk. “I’ll kiss both of you at midnight if you keep it up!” she yelled.
Apparently that was the perfect thing to say, because both of them really got into it, though they didn’t stop smiling.
“Too bad ya ain’t a chick,” Sadiq mumbled onto Gilbert’s lips, “you’re a good kisser.”
Gilbert made a noise of agreement and mumbled “Well yeah, of course I’m amazing,” before sticking his tongue too far into Sadiq’s mouth for either of them to say much more. They heard Anja and Arthur laugh and cheer them on.
“What the hell are you two doin’?” Mathias laughed, flinging himself over both of them and looking back and forth with a smirk.
They broke apart and Sadiq snarled “What the fuck does it look like I’m doin’, dipshit?”
“Makin’ out with a dude. Haven’t seen that one in a while,” Mathias sneered.
“Ha, yeah, prob’ly ‘cause it’s you I made out with the last few times,” Sadiq answered, rolling his eyes.
Mathias shrugged. “Got us both laid, too.”
“Hey,” Gilbert barked and pointed at Mathias, eager to defend his manliness, “You’re gonna have to at midnight anyway - pretty sure there are only four chicks here.”
Both Mathias and Sadiq laughed a lot at that quip, before Sadiq added “Hey, a mouth’s a mouth. So shut yer trap.”
---
The dance party paused when Roderich came in and reminded a few people that midnight was coming up in, oh, four minutes. Everyone piled into the living room to watch the ball drop.
A paint-covered Gilbert was standing between an equally-painted Sadiq and an uncontrollably giggling Feliks, the three of them in a line behind the couch.
“Oh, fuck,” Gilbert scowled. “Who let him get plastered? He gets all giggly and touchy and shit. Ugh.”
“Gillll,” Feliks slurred, “stop being, like, a total bitch.”
This made Sadiq laugh and he congratulated Feliks. Feliks noticed Sadiq’s pants and they began an involved discussion on fashion. Gilbert sighed and rolled his eyes, muttering about “pansies who spend too much time with their noses stuck in teen mags.”
Then Feliks, apparently drunk enough to ignore the fact that paint was getting all over his jumpsuit, put an arm around Gilbert and leaned into and across him in order to better hear Sadiq - but with a smirk that told that he knew exactly what he was doing. Gilbert shouted “Hey!” and tried to push him off; Feliks rolled his eyes and snarked that Gilbert was just making out with a man, so he didn’t see the problem here.
---
Jens and Roderich were both turned on the couch, passively observing the nonsense going on above their heads. Roderich was making sure to stay clear of any paint that might come near, but Jens didn’t seem to care too much.
The three were bickering so loudly Roderich almost didn’t catch the countdown; he turned to the T.V. right as the ball dropped and an roar overtook the room. The next thing he knew, he was being kissed by - Jens?!
Surprised, he pulled back a bit, but paused at Anja’s “Ow ow, you two! Yeah!” He looked over and she winked and grabbed Elizabeta; Elizabeta waved for them to continue, mid-kiss.
Francis broke away from Antonio long enough to yell that he’d fire Roderich if he stopped now, and a few other people joined in with laughter.
Oh, what the hell.
Roderich grabbed Jens and pulled him in for a real kiss, this time. If he was going to do something so...risqué...well, he may as well do his best. He’d just chalk it up to alcohol and peer pressure, later.
He missed the flash of Alonzo’s camera.
LATFF [7g/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-13 05:49 am (UTC)(link)---
Elizabeta was doing essentially the same thing as Mathias (and met him halfway around for a very involved kiss that only ended with a knee to the balls) when she came upon Matthew and Tina. She grabbed Tina and they proceeded to have a very intense makeout session right in front of Matthew’s eyes.
He stood there, beer spilling onto his shoe and mouth wide open. Uh. Whoa. This might have been even better than getting a kiss himself. Actually - shit, this was way better than getting a kiss himself. They pressed themselves to each other with a giggle and he dropped the damn bottle.
Goddamn it. He didn’t know when they were going to break apart, and while he was really hoping to be next on Eliza’s kiss list, he...had a kind of serious problem developing. Rapidly developing. Shit. Bathroom it was.
---
“Hey Feliks!” Alfred laughed, stumbling over to his friend. “I think I’ve kissed almost everyone in this room but you -” he looked around to see Antonio and Francis still stuck to each other, Ivan still blushing and stuttering after receiving a kiss from Feli, and Mathias finishing up his rounds, a wildly flailing and protesting Arthur wrapped up tight in his arms while he laughed - “So! Whadda ya say?” Alfred winked.
“Yeah, sure,” Feliks shrugged with a small twist of his lips. It was short and chaste, then they both heard the dance party in the kitchen start up and grinned at each other.
“Hey,” Feliks stopped Alfred with an awkward yank of his arm and looked around. “Where’d Ludwig go? I was totally looking forward to seeing his reaction when I kissed him! It would be - God, it would be, like, the best,” he smirked.
Alfred laughed. “It really would dude! Huh, but, yeah,” he peered into the kitchen. “I dunno. Maybe the bathroom?”
Mathias and Gilbert burst out of the kitchen and between them, laughing like hyenas over something, and made their way down the hall.
Feliks and Alfred watched them go for a minute, confused, then turned to each other and shrugged. “Well, Al, if you find him, you know, bring him to me,” Feliks winked.
“Sure thing dude!”
---
Nils and Kiku snuck out of the living room before the ball dropped and had begun a private celebration on Nils’ bed. A private celebration that was quickly becoming more and more heated. Nils was on top of Kiku, bodies pressed together tight, still-clothed erections grinding together - his shirt was off and he was hurriedly shoving up Kiku’s, letting out a low curse at the feel of heated, sweat-slicked skin against his -
BANG.
Kiku moved under him, distracted by the noise, but Nils just tugged the offending shirt off of Kiku and set to attacking Kiku’s neck with his mouth. He ran his hands up Kiku’s side, hungrily, greedily, a little rough - Kiku’s small noise of pleasure caused him to grind down harder against him and -
BANG.
Nils froze over Kiku, breathing heavily onto his neck. “What the hell,” he muttered in a low growl.
“Hey, Nils, you fucker!”
Nils dropped his head onto Kiku’s shoulder, groaning. “GILBERT, WHAT!?”
Gilbert simply cackled - Nils heard someone else too - and answered with another loud knock upon the door. Nils lifted himself up on his elbows over Kiku and frowned, looking at the door. That didn’t sound like a knock. It sounded like -
BANG.
- like they were trying to kick the goddamn door down.
Nils got up on his knees with a snarl; Kiku pulled his shirt back on and Nils despaired internally. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” Nils shouted at the door.
More obnoxious laughter. “You ~mysteriously disappeared~ at midnight,” Gilbert lilted though the door. “I wanted to give you a kiss!”
“TOUGH LUCK, SHITHEAD,” Nils yelled - he thought he heard someone remark “He sounds pissed!” in an entirely too-cheerful tone.
BANG. Nils swore he heard the door crack on that one.
“Awww, heeyyyy, we didn’t interrupt anything, did we?” Gilbert teased through the door.
“WOULD YOU JUST GO AWAY?”
LATFF [7h/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-13 05:50 am (UTC)(link)“I just wanted to give my awesome roomie a nice smooch!” The last part was almost incomprehensible due to Gilbert’s laughter.
Nils flung himself from the bed and marched to the door, scowl firmly in place. He yanked it open - Gilbert’s look of pure shock would’ve been hilarious had he not been so pissed - grabbed Gilbert, shoved their faces together over that other dude’s loud “Ha! He gotcha there!”, and slammed the door closed again before Gilbert could react.
He was gonna have to get a better fucking door.
---
Ludwig was sitting on the front stoop, ignoring the chill - he didn’t want to be in the mess at midnight. He heard the door swing open and Alfred’s loud “Aha! Found ya!” before he turned just in time to see Alfred plop down next to him.
“Hey Luddy!” Alfred laughed, then swung an arm around his shoulders and leaned into his side, “you disappeared at midnight - everyone else got a kiss!” At that, Alfred abruptly turned, legs practically on top of Ludwig’s lap and - lips were on his - Ludwig’s eyes widened - what - this - this was Alfred - oh fuck -
Before Ludwig’s brain could catch up with what he was doing, he threw himself into the kiss - leaned forward into Alfred’s heat, hand on Alfred’s jaw, in his hair - captured Alfred’s bottom lip in his and pulled back, carefully, reverently, reveling in the sensation of its softness, the wetness of their mixed saliva as he trailed his mouth lower - let out a small, open-mouthed pant half-over Alfred’s parted lips. Then their lips met again and his tongue invaded Alfred’s mouth with an intensity Ludwig doubted he’d ever kissed anyone with before. His arm around Alfred’s back was pushing them closer, lining their bodies up on one side, hand curling into his hair - he felt Alfred’s tongue respond against his, and it was just like him, reckless and enthusiastic and not quite perfect but still -
Alfred yanked himself back and looked at Ludwig, concern marring his features. “Wh - hey, dude, you okay? You’re shaking!” he exclaimed over Ludwig’s panting breaths. “It’s cold, man, you need a better - “
“Alfred,” Ludwig gasped, screwing his eyes shut, “I like you. I like you a lot.” Oh, Christ, fuck, why was he saying this, he shouldn’t be saying this, that kiss, and his brain was frazzled, he really was shaking, all over, violently, and his mouth was still going, he just couldn’t - couldn’t stop - “I have for - for - I don’t even know,” there was an obvious waver in his voice, he was close to hyperventilating, he was going to ruin everything between them - but - he just - he had to get it out.
“Whoa, dude, just calm down,” Alfred smiled and let out a low half-laugh, then reached for Ludwig’s shoulder -
Ludwig twisted away with a jerk. It irked him that Alfred wasn’t taking this - this - seriously. It hurt. “No, stop,” he breathed desperately. “Stop laughing.” He tried to calm his breathing. Alfred would begin to laugh, or make a joke, or try to lighten the situation, then catch himself and fidget instead.
“I just...” Ludwig looked down and sighed. “I don’t know. You make me happy. Sorry.” His stomach churned. He turned his head slightly and looked over at Alfred. Alfred still looked slightly confused, slightly unsure, a bit hesitant - as if he wasn’t sure he was drawing the right conclusions. The same look he had when he thought he’d done a problem correctly, but he wasn’t quite sure and wanted Ludwig to check. “Alfred. I mean I like you romantically,” he said in a low tone, and grimaced.
“Oh!” Alfred’s eyebrows shot up, then his face went back to his trademark smile. “No way, Feliks was totally right! I mean, that’s awesome, ‘cuz you totally rule, but, uh -” he scratched the back of his head, sheepish - “sorry dude, you know I’m not gay.” Alfred paused, leaned back and looked at the sky with a small grin still on his face. Ludwig’s stomach sank; he’d just fucked up one of the most important relationships in his life.
LATFF [7i/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-13 05:51 am (UTC)(link)Ludwig just stared and tried to make himself relax, at least enough to not feel like his heart was going to hack its way out of his ribcage. Alfred...seemed to be acting normal. Kind of drunk, but otherwise, normal...?
“It’s...a pun,” made its strangled way out of Ludwig’s throat.
Alfred’s laughter cut off and he tilted his head. “Eh?”
At that moment the door burst open with a bang and Ludwig jumped again. God, he really was going to have a heart attack this evening, wasn’t he?
“Eyyy you two,” Gilbert drawled, kicking Alfred and Ludwig successively, “bunch of us are all headin’ to a bar. Some Hercules guy called and said it was bitchin’. You’re comin’. So let’s go!” By now most of the party was mingling around the stoop, or in the street, ready to go.
“Did Ivan leave?” Ludwig asked. The man was fairly easy to spot, and Ludwig didn’t see him anywhere.
“Nah, he didn’t wanna go. Stayin’ here, holdin’ down the fort. Already told him he was a pussy for wantin’ to stay in on one of the greatest party nights of the year.” And with that, Gilbert hopped down the steps and joined Mathias, Arthur, and Sadiq in the charge to the bar.
“I think I will stay here,” Ludwig quietly stated as Alfred got up to follow. He just wanted some time to sort out his brain.
“Oh, yeah?” Alfred asked, turning and looking up at Ludwig from the sidewalk. “Well, hey, you’re welcome to crash here tonight too - got that sleepin’ bag in my closet and all - then tomorrow we can have Gil make us breakfast and clean. Oh, hey, you wouldn’t wanna help me clean, would ya?” he winked.
Normally Ludwig would’ve grumbled internally and then reluctantly agreed to help, but he was so relieved he hadn’t caused irreparable damage to their friendship that he immediately, emphatically, agreed.
“Sweet!” Alfred cheered. “Okay dude, I’ll call ya if this bar is the most ballin’ place ever, but yeah, goodnight!”
Ludwig watched him go and heaved another sigh. He really hoped that things would remain normal, come tomorrow morning.
---
Party nights always end up being so long. What’s the deal with that?
Anyhow.
JANUARY.
IT IS NEXT.
OH GOD.
Actually, I might have to split it into two parts - it’s already at the same length most months are, and I’ve got...uh...seven more scenes to write *facepalm*
New Year's Eve Mix Tape
(Anonymous) 2010-09-13 05:53 am (UTC)(link)Chemical Brothers - Star Guitar
Mathias, Francis, and Sadiq do illegal things:
Black Lips - Gung Ho
Kitchen dance party:
Girl Talk - Play Your Part (Pt. 1)
Peaches - Fuck the Pain Away
Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out
Sadiq and Gilbert dance:
Staygold - Backseat - It should be illegal for songs to be this catchy
Matias Aguayo - Minimal
Alfred and Ludwig on the porch:
The Replacements - Unsatisfied
Link (remove dem spaces XD): http://www.med iafire.com/?dlq3b2 j0pkm0e
Re: LATFF [7i/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-13 09:33 am (UTC)(link)LUUUUUUUUUDWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG
LUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG
;A;
this update stabbed my heart. OH GOD ALFRED HOW COULD YOU.
Re: LATFF [7i/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-13 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)In other news, whoo, Feliks~~ He's totally awesome drunk, I love the way you write him! XD And the fashion discussions with Sadiq, looooool. Can't wait to see where this goes! ♥