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| A Night To Remember | |
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| Milliardo Peacecraft | May 19 2009, 09:54 PM Post #41 |
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The depth of Maxwell's drinks quickly became decidedly clear- "You know, Mil…Mil-ee-ARR-do.." -the more he slurred out words and staggered across the floor. "If I had known how gallant and gainfully heroic you were, I would have tried being a damsel in distress years ago.." Mil was fairly certain he recalled a point where he'd been warned against referring to his drunken companion as a damsel. Did this mean it was okay now? Because, really, if any man needed to be called a damsel, if only to tease, Duo Maxwell was that man. And then Mil found his shirt wrinkling in Maxwell's tight grip as the man started to giggle and sink on wobbly legs to the floor. The grip did not relent, forcing Mil to lean forward with him. He sighed and got hold of Maxwell under the arms, lugging him back up. It was awkward seeing as the one time Gundam pilot was little better than a dead weight, but Mil managed to get Maxwell situated against his side, one arm pulled across his shoulders. "I don't suppose you recall where you were staying tonight?" he asked. It was for the best, he thought, that they simply vacate. No one would miss them, he was sure. |
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| Duo Maxwell | May 20 2009, 06:16 AM Post #42 |
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Duo's date with the floor was abruptly and rudely interrupted as he was hauled upwards again in the same fashion as an infant being picked up by its parent. He flailed slightly, unsure what the hell was going on because he was SURE he had been trying to sit down.. and gradually he realized he was pressed against Mil's side, practically dangling from an arm that was now hooked over the man's shoulders. Yes, he had grown over the past decade, but he was still decidedly shorter than the older man, leaving him to flounder in the new half-hanging position trying to stand on Jell-O legs. Finally he gave up and just went limp, sort of upright and propped against him. "I don't suppose you recall where you were staying tonight?" The words jarred his drowning brain and he withered, his free hand lifting to press to the side of his head as he groaned. Trying to think was painful. "....Where….?" He tried a little more. "....Uh…" One more time. "……With... you?" That seemed the obvious response, didn't it? Home should have been the obvious one.. but driving was out of the question and he certainly wasn't going to tell Milliardo of all people where he was living now. Not that he.... even... remembered.... the address... crap. Seeing as all the information in his fuzzy brain had suddenly run away screaming, he was left with only what happened to be within his line of sight. That narrowed his choices quite a bit. Maybe if Heero or Waffles were in the vicinity he would have mentioned them instead.. but they weren't. …Well, it didn't matter much to him. He'd probably be passed out in a drunken stupor within the hour, with any luck. Otherwise he'd just be a useless Jell-O legged idiot for the rest of the night. Mil could leave him on a freshly painted park bench and he wouldn't know any better. |
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| Milliardo Peacecraft | May 20 2009, 12:45 PM Post #43 |
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"....Uh… ……With... you?" Milliardo had actually expected that answer, strangely enough. He sighed and tugged Maxwell into a better position. Luckily for him, his small local estate had a good handful of empty bedrooms. And he meant small. Compared to the Khushrenada estate, Mil's home away from home was positively modest! Though he had considered staying over in Treize's small country for reasons of being easily available, Mil figured it best to keep Maxwell away from there. "No worries, I have plenty of room." Making a hasty exit so as to avoid being drawn into gossip, Mil lugged Maxwell out to He got Maxwell settled on the passenger side, leaning in and stretching across him to get the safety belt buckled -- the belts were one addition to the car he was not going to argue with. While originally, the car had not been equipped with them, Mil had seen more than a handful of displays as to what could happen without them. He adjusted the lay of the belt across Maxwell's middle and chest, hands moving with quick precision. Then, making certain Maxwell (and braid) were in no danger of getting caught in the door, Mil closed it up and headed over to get behind the wheel. He slung his cloak in the back and sat. He frowned in discomfort, shifting as unrelenting steel dug into his back. With a roll of his eyes, Mil reached behind for the formerly hidden pistol. He shoved said pistol into the glove box, glanced at Maxwell, then buckled himself in. "We didn't see that, did we?" Not that he thought the man was coherent enough to recall that come morning. |
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| Duo Maxwell | May 20 2009, 03:02 PM Post #44 |
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Having waved gleefully at every person that happened to glance at them as they left, Duo plastered himself to the side of Mil's fancy car as the man opened the door. This was the point where his brain had soaked up enough alcohol that he burst into drunken image songs, albeit quietly and with much laughter in between stanzas. He was still singing when he was manhandled into the passenger seat, vaguely noticing that he was being touched in places that were probably not appropriate, but since it was by his new bestest best friend he totally didn't mind. Plus he also knew the awesomeness of seatbelts, having almost smashed his head in on multiple occasions in one giant machine or another. Plus he was too busy being mesmerized by the man's silky shiny locks. "Oooo…" but before he could reach up and steal a few, the guy had already slipped around to the driver's seat. His bottom lip jutted out in a pout, but it lost its dimension as Mil shoved a gun into the glove compartment. He snickered. Apparently he'd snuck it into the party. "Awwwww Millie… What, you don't trust me?" He watched as his own hand snaked out on its own towards the hidden pistol, but he smacked it away, cackling briefly before he twisted around and snagged Mil's discarded cloak from the backseat. Dragging it to the front and over himself, he snuggled into the seat, finding the man's car to be quite comfy. He let out another bleary laugh and started to sing incoherently again, this time from the epic Treasure Island movie. |
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| Milliardo Peacecraft | May 20 2009, 04:37 PM Post #45 |
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When the question of trust came up, Mil bit his tongue. It wasn't that he didn't trust Maxwell, more that he didn't trust the booze. Not that he knew Maxwell well enough to trust or not without it. Oh well. He dug his keys out of one of his many pockets and started up the engine just as Maxwell started up singing a piece from one of Mil's more favored Muppet musicals. With an amused snort, he backed out and, with a little maneuvering around security and the like, got them the hell outta Dodge. >> Edited by Milliardo Peacecraft, May 20 2009, 04:46 PM.
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