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Action - birthday times

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[It’s karaoke time. Akutagawa is hammered at this point. How he reached to this state is unknown to him. Perhaps he was trying to out drink Chuuya. He thought he could handle it, but in reality… it only took 3 drinks. Maybe two… long as the alcohol wasn’t that strong.

But hey, he’s swaying while sitting down as Chuuya is singing, at the peak of calling it a night. No, he can’t. Not yet. Because what happens next—-]

Heeeyyyyy. Tiny Fedora. [Akutagawa’s voice is slurred.] I hurt hiiiiiim.

[Yeah, this conversation comes out of the blue. Enjoy.]

cw: alcohol - this is going about as well as it could!

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[Chuuya isn't far behind. Everyone back home knows he's never had a tolerance for alcohol. They also know he's never let it stop him from having a "good time"! Not that he ever remembers. It's always a recollection by word of mouth, always an embarrassment, and yet... heavy is the sound of thick glass being set too hard upon a wooden surface. The slap of the flat of a gloved hand quickly follows.]

I told ya, don't call me... HIC. Haaaa?

[His head lifts, cheeks flush and words an equal slur. It's a wonder they can even understand one another. He's about to lay into him, but not when he spills that little tidbit out in a drunken wilt. Clearly, the birthday boy is going through it, so, naturally, the best way to handle it is...to pour him another glass from their shared bottle. Clearly!]

Did. Didーthey, y'know, deserve it?

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[Akutagawa watches Chuuya pours another into his glass quietly, almost contemplating at the glass. A second later, he picks up the filled glass and chugs it half way.

It’s a horrible idea, he knows this. Yet, the burning sensation traveling down his throat hurt, but he refuse to let it stop him. His glass slams down as well, not as bad as Chuuya’s, inhaling a deep breath, and out. His face flushed as his head began to sink lower until his chin rest on top of the counter.]

I don’t.. know.

[How the hell can that man drink this much and remain standing?]

He.. he was- HIC bad. So I took his arm.

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[It's simple, really. As long as there's an unemptied bottle to enjoy, Chuuya isn't going to
stop indulging. Pairing that with someone who won't call it quits, either is bound to be disastrous. If only because neither know when to call it quits. Even a near miss in pouring his own drink won't deter him. He's gotta keep up
with this guy, after all. Competitive and rash until the end.]

Damn! I can't believe you got his arm and you're sulkinnng about it?? I'd be...HIC celebrating if I got that damn Dazai's arm..! [He thinks so, at least.]

Wha--, did you make a real mess of it or something?

[He reaches out, grossly misjudges the distance between them in an attempt to slap this Aku on the back to drive the point home. Celebrate! That's the thing to do when you get even with someone. As long as it doesn't cause a huge mess for others, why feel guilty about it?]

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Huuuuhhh.

[Chuuya’s face is met with a dumbfounded expression. It was more like a twist, it’s hard to tell whether he was lost with words, shocked, or surprised, or all together. Akutagawa’s onyx eyes stared, as if through Chuuya, leaning in further. Since when was Chuuya so distant? It’s the alcohol.]

You want your bosses arm? Freak.

[Maybe its a PM thing. He takes another swing, his face is burning.]

Naw, it grows back. Jerry still didn’t like it.

[And his head begins to hang forward.]