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Whatever it is, Sora's expression turns more sympathetic at the honesty anyway. He leans over to give Jamie's cheek a poke with a finger. "You shoulda taken someone with you. To talk you up to them and stuff, you know?" A wingman, in other words. "I would have done it." ~~Haaaave you met Jamie?~~

There's a grin as he slumps down on the couch too, laying the opposite way of Jamie so their hair is practically touching. "It's Halloween, getting candy isn't that hard..." The grin fades as he considers. "And... I can't really explain it. It's just like. The air feels weird. The guards and everyone are like... all tensed up. Like somethin's gonna happen and no one will say what."

Jamie makes a little "ngh" noise at the poke and limply raises one hand in a half-hearted move to swat it away. "I'll keep that in mind for next time. Just hard to find you last night, I guess."

He angles his neck again to look up as Sora's weight shifts, then relaxes again, head-to-head with his bandmate. He turns the other boy's words around in his brain, examining them through a lingering alcohol haze. "...I guess I haven't noticed yet." It sounds kind of drunkenly hesitant, like he's dimly aware this is a significant concern but is still a little too altered to react appropriately. He gropes for words to express his thoughts, frowning behind his sunglasses. "What do you think is gonna happen?"

Sora stretches his arms into the air for a moment, then lets his hands fall to rest on his breastbone as he turns his head on the couch to look at the TV again. It's actually a lot less scary-looking when one isn't watching it all alone in the dark. He's kind of embarrassed now about jumping. "Yeah, people were kinda all over the place. You can call me next time."

There's a short laugh at Jamie's admittance to not having noticed, genuinely amused even if there's a lingering concern here that his friend's just trying to drown all the crud that's happened in a bunch of alcohol. He'd definitely rather be with him the next time he drinks, just in case. He stops laughing and 'hmm's in thought instead. "Dunno. Something important? We'll get through it whatever it is, though. Together. Not like last time." ...he still feels bad about not being there, about not being able to help.

Jamie snorts a little along with Sora, as though finally realizing what a pitiful state he's in. Maybe he does have reasons for drinking beyond the awesome licorice-mouthwash taste of his favorite hard liquor, and maybe he should find a healthier way of dealing with things, but, well...this lifestyle doesn't really mesh with "healthy."

Even in his current sad shape, though, he thinks maybe he can pick up a little self-recrimination in Sora's last comment. He tilts his head up to look at him, even though all he can really see is a mass of hair; raises one fist, and lowers it, gently and with exaggerated, drunken care, onto Sora's forehead, like a sort of restrained, awkward version of a noogie. "Hey. Not your fault you didn't get grabbed with the rest of us. Just our shitty luck, I guess." He remains like that for another moment or two, until Sora's hair tickles his nose, and then he blows it out the way with a little puff of breath and lets his hand flop back to his side. He's silent for a little while, turning back to watch the movie.

"'sides," he says finally. "I'm glad you didn't have to go through it."

Truthfully, the general Pride lifestyle in itself was definitely not healthy. And though that's not something that's actively occurred to Sora yet, it still seems like he's trying to do things to rectify that. With more than just Jamie.

He opens his mouth to speak again, to say something about the movie because that actor playing the villain that's calling up the zombies from their graves looks sort of like a younger Edward Blanche and isn't that funny. But Jamie's hand comes down in a fist in an odd motion and Sora feels like he should ask if he's attempting to massage his forehead. Also to tell him he's weird. Instead, he just listens to what he has to say. And he's grateful for each and every one of those words, feels his expression soften a lot.

Rolling onto his side and up on an elbow after the weird noogie, he sort of just watches Jamie. Then reaches over to lift his sunglasses up a bit. "You know, it's not really even that light in here. Should I turn off the TV?"

Jamie grimaces a little as Sora messes with his glasses, once more lifting his hand in an apathetic swat. "Nah, it's fine. Hangover'll die off in a little while and I'll be okay."

He smirks up at Sora. "Unless this movie's too intense for you. I mean if you'd rather check out the late-night farm report or something, don't let me stop you."

Sora lets go of the sunglasses as Jamie swats, smiling. However, he gives him a tilted-head look of confusion as well. "What is a farm report?" He has never heard this term in his life. And yes, he got the implication here that he's scared of the movie, but he also takes it for what it is: teasing.

He sits back on his heels on the sofa cushions, then reaches over to grab one of the couch's pillows, and gently tries to shove it underneath Jamie's head. As gently as one can shove. Like, there's gentleness because it's Sora but also he may have to apologize afterward because there is some unintentional jostling of Jamie's poor hungover head.

Jamie isn't sure of that either, honestly. "A...report. On farms. I guess."

And then Sora's weight shifts again and then there is a pillow being smushed against and underneath his head. Jamie makes a little 'what the hell' sort of noise, but complies once he figures out what's going on, lifting his head enough for Sora to finish babying him. Then he gives Sora that look of his, half-grinning. "...you dork."

He settles back down, head angled this time so he's facing about midway between the TV and Sora, as though he's not giving either of them his full attention. "So you wanna come with next time I hit the bar? Then we can both be like this afterward." There's some more of that rare self-deprecating humor. But who can resist the allure of slumping on a couch, hungover, in rumpled clubbing clothes, wearing sunglasses in a darkened room? Surely this is the side of celebrity life that everyone aspires to.

Once Jamie has accepted the pillow, Sora lays back down on the couch on his stomach, chin in one hand and face directed toward the TV again.

"Yep!" He doesn't have to take any time to think over Jamie's question. He'd already decided on the answer to that before it was even asked. Not that he's super looking forward to drinking, and he's definitely not excited about the hangover part. But it would be a new experience. And he really sort of hated the thought of Jamie drinking alone.

"But I've never been drunk before."

He's not worried about what he might say or anything, he's pretty honest most of the time anyway. But people were known to dumb stuff while drunk, weren't they? Like dancing on tables or stealing street signs?

"If I do anything weird, you get to explain it to Mr. Patil."

"You say that like you're not weird all the time anyway," Jamie retorts, but he's grinning as he says it, taking the sting out.

"Being drunk is - " honestly kind of overrated, especially the part afterward where the slightest hint of light is like icepicks being rammed into your skull - "awesome. It's like everything that's bothering you fucks off somewhere else for a while and you just have fun. I heard a lot of musicians write their best material when they're drunk."

Well, he heard that a couple of people once wrote a couple of songs that were pretty good when they were under the influence, and Ryouta told him that he drank a little sometimes to loosen up so he could write. Jamie's interpretation is just a small embellishment, really.

"Heyyy," Sora protests the playful jab, but ends with a grin anyway. Only once he's stuck his tongue out at Jamie for calling him weird, though. Because that'll prove him wrong, especially since it's kind of funny to be sticking his tongue out at him with the positions they're both in anyway: he has to sort of lean his head over to make sure Jamie can tell what he's doing.

His grin fades to a more neutral expression as he listens to what his friend has to say, not entirely getting it or believing it... But it had to be at least somewhat true, there had to be something good about it, otherwise why would people bother doing it? Plus, the thing he says about musicians writing good stuff while they're drunk makes him pretty curious. And having fun is always... well, fun.

"Hmmm," he clearly gives it some thought, before folding his arms and laying his head down on them. Which means he's left to stare at the top of Jamie's head. "Okay. What were you drinking, anyway? Did it taste good?"

Jamie has to think about that a little. There's no real point in lying to Sora about his particular choice of alcohol. "Jaegermeister. It...doesn't really taste good. It kinda burns, actually. But it gets the job done pretty quick." The job being to get good and plastered, of course.

"There's tons of different kinds'a booze to try, though. We'll find something you like enough to get drunk on." He grins at Sora.

"Jag-rawr... Uh, I don't think I'm gonna try to pronounce that." And drinking something that burns definitely does not sound pleasant. In fact Sora gives Jamie a look like he might be crazy. Like, why would you ever eat or drink anything that does not taste good?

And then he considers the rest of his words. "Yeah, I know there's stuff out there that does actually taste good. I mean, drinking is pretty popular and I don't think everyone likes getting their throat burned."

Jamie laughs good-naturedly at Sora's attempt at the liquor's name. "If you think it's hard to pronounce, you should try drinking it." He seems immune to that look Sora's giving him. Jamie knows that the stuff tastes like shit, but he doesn't drink it to enjoy the flavor.

"But yeah, there's a lot nicer stuff. Like, have you tried mudslides? They taste kinda like coffee. They make chocolate-flavored liquor too. And lotsa fruity ones." He giggles a little, because "fruity" is a hilarious word in his current state.

"Can you pronounce it while you're drinking it?" This is a serious question. Okay actually maybe it's not completely serious, but the curiosity here is definitely genuine.

And he's kinda amused that Jamie's asking him if he's ever tried a mudslide. Sora has had beer once in a while, and a sip of champagne once, and that was pretty much it that he can remember. That was the sum total of his experience with alcohol thus far.

"Like tasty, creamy sweet coffee? Or like plain, black bitter coffee?" He barely gets a chance to ask this, or consider the awesomeness that would be chocolate-flavored, before Jamie lets out a little giggle that surprises him enough that he snorts in laughter in response. "What? What's funny?"

Sora's laugh elicits another giggle and prompts Jamie to crane his head around to peer at him. "Y'know - fruity." He laughs a little harder, snorting indelicately. "It's - it's just funny. 's one of those - inherently funny words."

He has the stupidest grin on his face right now. He has pretty much the stupidest everything.

There is some amused staring. Amused because Jamie is laughing, he's still unsure why the word "fruity" is so funny but maybe that's because he doesn't have alcohol in his system at the moment.

"You're definitely still drunk."

And yet he's looking forward to laughing at stupid things too if that's what the drinking entails.

"One of 'em? What are the other funny words?"

"Uh - hm." Jamie actually gives this some thought, because this is clearly a Very Serious Topic. "Well, 'spatula' is pretty funny. 'Platypus.' Uh, 'cummerbund.' Oh. Oh man, here's a good one.

"'Pianist.'" He lets the word hang in the air, waiting expectantly for Sora's reaction.

Sora takes a few seconds to consider each of these words, does indeed give a small laugh at "platypus" because that's legit. Totally a funny word. He has no idea what a cummerbund is, though.

And, finally, "pianist" does get a laugh but only because Jamie thinks it's a funny word. "I think the other ones are kinda true, though I've never heard of 'cummerbund.' But why is pianist funny?"

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lmao oh you saw that

it's such an apt description for this angry baby

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in which jamie teases sora and sora responds by mothering

this jerk does not deserve you sora

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