interstellar5555 | Locked in a Room

[She laughs at the bit about romantic settings because he is definitely kidding. Nariko's hardly the judging type, anyone who likes that sort of thing could go for it! But even at her most romantic she just wasn't that kind of girl, it was too contrived and try-hard. He probably would give her a heart attack but, man, would it be a fun way to go! Definitely better than dying of smoke inhalation.

And in the name of sharing the wealthy alcoholism she slides the bottle right over to his side.] What are you talking about? You can't leave me all out on my own!

[Although it's probably better if he does refrain since she's obviously not just tumbled off her bandwagon but actively hopped out of it and flipped off the concept of Keeping Herself Together while doing so.] Also, look, cuddling really isn't so bad. That's the only part of that obvious lie that you should regret not taking seriously.

[She's definitely in the 'tipsy' range now, but there's enough sense in her that she comprehends just fine. But that floaty sense of disconnection? It's the best thing in the world right now.]

[He gets her to laugh. That's better. He likes that more than the sober heavy feelings that have been hanging over this building. He likes her laugh. He likes that she's sharing the bottle even more. He's just going to take hold of it and grin like a maniac.]

You're too right about that. No way in hell am I going to leave a pretty lady all by herself. [He was never on the wagon to begin with so he'll happily get wasted with her. It's still going to take a long time for it. The joys of being a functional alcoholic.]

Thing is, Nariko, I never feel regret for any of the shit I do. Or don't do in some cases. Life's too damn short for regrets.

[And in the spirit of no regrets, he's going to take that bottle and chug it like it's water.] God that's the stuff. you've got good taste in booze.

[Friggin' hell that's impressive. She'd had a little trouble with it herself just because, while completely open to partying, she wasn't out every single night. But Xanxus might as well have been a fish breathing it's own special brand of water. And he wasn't even a ounce as tipsy as she was! The man had skills. Questionable ones, but that's better than nothing at all.]

Alcohol and clothes! They're what I'm best at.

[She motions for him to maybe hand the bottle over so that he doesn't leave her high and dry. In reality there's more than enough in this bar that even if he took the whole bottle she could just pick something else. But that would be too easy.] I should learn to be more like you, less regretting and all that.

[Except she still didn't know what she was regretting in the first place so ... Kind of a bad game plan.]

[Don't be impressed by years of really bad habits. He's not going to be anyone's role model. If anything, he'll probably not make it to 30. But he'll have a blast seeing how long he can keep going before his vices kill him.]

You're right about that. Look great in cloths. Look really damn amazing out of them. You could be a fucking model.

[He hands it back because he's not going to bogart her alcohol. Once that bottle is gone, he'll be more than happy to grab whatever. If a quest to get drunk enough to feel it, he'll drink anything.]

Good. Then you can start now. You're not allowed to think of that bullshit anymore tonight. You only get to live in the moment, you got me?

I'd be phenomenally less interesting as one, but thank you!

[She couldn't possibly hope to put the same amount of soul into modeling but the idea had crossed her mind every so often, a fun little daydream to indulge in when the days were hard and she needed a little distraction. She'd never truly give up singing though, at least not anymore than he'd be willing to give up his bass. And once she gets the bottle in her hand again Nariko is more than happy to get back to drinking, though she doesn't chug this time. It's a longer, slower, long sip.]

I don't think you're allowed to tell me what to do unless we're in bed, Xanxus. [The words themselves were flirtatious but her delivery was far more ambiguous. Now wasn't really the time and she knew that.] But I'll take it into consideration even if there are apparently things I already regret that are difficult to avoid thinking about.

[She waves a hand, something about the motion is just ... Drunk. She's falling farther and farther into total inebriation.]

[He supposes she's right about that. He's snuck into a show before, to watch her perform. She really is something on stage. That's the sort of talent you don't waste, even for looking really fucking hot in magazine spreads.

He laughs and waits for his turn with the bottle. He knows it's just words for words sake tonight. He might be a lot of terrible things, but he won't take advantage of a drunk, emotionally vulnerable woman. Even he has lines he won't cross.] I'll keep that in mind for next time then.

[He watches her. She's definitely getting drunk but he's not going to stop her. She'll cut herself off when she's good and ready. He's not going to be the sobriety police. Instead, he'll just hold her hair if she needs to puke later on.] If you ever need reminding, you know where I am.

[He's putting a lot of trust in her self control which, by now, is entirely nonexistent. That she's drinking so heavily at all is proof of that. But if anyone can deal with her in this kind of state it's probably going to be Xanxus, so in the end it might all balance out. Still, he gets his chance while she sways a little in place, leans her body over the bar, and rests her head on her crossed arms.]

Hey.

[It's a long sound, heyyyyyy instead of one single word. Her gaze is a bit listless, and anyone could easily mistake her for being completely out of it. There's still a vestige of control in her, but she's using the illusion of total drunkness to her advantage, to say something that would be difficult to get out otherwise.]

If you do get out of here, if it's actually possible to run away you should take me with you. Go far, far away and sing and play, never stay in one place for too long. Never be found - or trapped again.

[Because that's what they are, isn't it? They're just stuck and that they choose it is only an illusion of control.] You mentioned it before and I was just, y'know, I thought 'no way am I going to be left behind!' except why would I think that? Koumei and Garnet and Yosuke and everyone are important but I still, just ....

[There's the drunk motion again, except with both hands. It looks incredibly silly even paired with her serious tone.] I dunno man, I don't want to be left behind.

[He's got a lot of faith in other's self control because he has so little himself. In fact, he's probably going to be going back behind the bar again very soon and starting on another bottle. If it's a good night, he'll have at least three in him...if it's a bad night, he'd still be there in the morning with a little monument to bad decisions and alcohol bottles and probably one step away from having to go to the hospital.]

[He watches her and can't help but put a hand on her head. It's not heavy. Just a light touch. He frowns at the request and for a moment, he feels like there's something important he should say. Something about being precisely the worst kind of person to run away with. That he's bad news and dangerous to be near... But she already knows that, or he thinks she does. Plus she's drunk, right? So he'll let it go]

Never ever be trapped again... [Eight long years. Eight years trapped in that frozen hell. Never again. Never ever again.] You know what? I'll take you. If we can get the hell out, I'll take you with me. To wherever the fuck we want to go. No rules but the ones we make. No bosses but ourselves. No one to ever lock us away again. If we run, we run together and if I have to, I'll pick your ass up and throw you over my shoulder so I don't leave you behind. You have my word on that, Nariko. Long as I'm around, you won't be left behind.

[He doesn't know if it's possible though. To run away. Especially since he's more of a fighter than a runner. He's rather stand his ground and take what he thinks he's owed than to run. But she's drunk and he's getting there far too slowly for his tastes, so he allows himself to make that promise.]

[He's the worst person to run off with, but she's not really any better. It's probably easy for him to think so but that's only proof that he's had the best parts of her so far. She hasn't been selfish or demanding or unforgiving with him and there are a lot of reasons for that, not the least of which is that, well, she'd actually like to continue this stilted, sometimes charged friendship they seem to have going. For as shitty as a person Xanxus is sometimes he's the kind of guy that helps her keep on the straight and narrow because she can't help responding too that shittiness.

It's a weird dynamic, one more active on her end, admittedly.

She loves the idea of running off to escape, but knows it won't happen. Right now it's enough that he would promise and give a drunk, very emotional young woman some comfort. She reaches up to take his hand, attempts to slide it from her head to her cheek. The heat on her skin is the telltale alcohol flush, the only sign she can have since her skin is just a tad too dark to discolor any.] Thank you.

[A pause, and then:] You're really cold!

[... If they were having a moment it might have just flown out the window there, even as she lets go of his hand, grinning a little crookedly in Xanxus' direction.] Tell me something you've always wanted to do but haven't yet.

[Honestly, she's only seen the bestish of him. He could be a lot worse, but she does bring out a better part of him. Probably because she's such a great lay when it does happen. That's all that really matters in the long run and probably why he agreed. That and she's drunk. She's so drunk and he wonders if he really will have to pick her up and carry her back.

His hand touches her face and he sort of looks off to the side when she comments on his body heat. He'd not noticed it until now. It was like he was supposed to be warmer than he was. Like he was embers and not an inferno like he was supposed to be. However, he didn't want to think about it too long. Surely, his sudden silence spoke volumes.]

Well, you're in no state to warm me up. [ He won't take advantage of her like this. Not at all. But when he hand is released he does lightly push a strand of her hair behind her ear. It's a strangely tender moment. ] Something I've wanted to do but haven't... Take over Lesedi Santiago's place. Running a music company can't be that hard. Barring that, punching her in the face. I don't appreciate being lectured to like I'm seven. Barring that...I'll let you know when I come up with something.

You don't look like you want me to! [She pouts at that but doesn't seem too broken up about that. She's a little drunk, sure, but she's not quite at the blackout levels, yet, and she still knows where all of the directions are and can ... Probably count up to one hundred! Right now that's a tad impressive for her. But, overall, the comment is innocent in and of itself and certainly the result of that little hair-tuck move. It's suave and a little endearing.

She lets herself get back on topic, though.] You didn't pick anything that I could actually surprise you with! Don't be so unfair.

[Ahh, but!] Then again it would be like you to go big or go home. I'm not sure I can manage to take over Santiago's office, though, I won't even try unless you buy me jewelry. Really gorgeous jewelry. And we don't really have that going on for us.

[Ultimately she wants to do something nice for him because he's going out of his way to be nice to her. He doesn't have to, she'd understand if he just never wanted to speak with the random girl he fucked that one time after a twitter discussion. Shit like that happens, and it's not worth losing sleep over. But he's actually managing to be comforting (which is amazing, really) and she appreciates it. So it only makes sense to want to return the favor. That he didn't intend any of this doesn't really matter - Nariko gives back what she ends up taking.]

[ She always pouts so nicely and any other time he might steal of hell of a kiss just to make her stop. Any other time. Not right now though it's damn tempting. Besides, he still has alcohol to drink and he's making quite an impressive bit of headway towards inebriation though he's nowhere near her level of intoxicated yet. ]

See, Nariko, that's just the problem. I'm always unfair. Though since I know you're trying to surprise me now... maybe a steak dinner and a lap dance, not necessarily in that order. [ He might or might not be teasing. ] You're right though. I tend to want what I can't have.

[ A shrug and a laugh because she's right. He's not really the jewelry type. He vaguely recalls owning a ring at some point. Just half of it. There was another half somewhere... who had the other half? He couldn't remember, but it seemed really important. Where had that ring gone? Last time he thought about it, it had been on a chain around his neck...

Oh well. Not important. It was probably just some trashy piece of costume jewelry anyway. ]

I can do earings for you but the rest, you'll have to get out of your adoring fans. I'm sure they'll shower you with all sorts of shiny shit if you tell them you like jewelry. Until then, I'll just be right here, waiting for my steak and lapdance and looking for the right moment to steal you and get away from this hellhole.

Probably, but I'd be taking advantage of them that way. [And with Xanxus? He probably couldn't be taken advantage of unless he allowed it in the first place so there's a serious lack of guilt in that respect. That, and she's not actually serious about any of it, and if he did buy any of it he'd probably get an incredibly unexpected reaction.] But it's funny to imagine you walking into some high class place and saying ... [What would he say?] 'I need something to buy a hot chick' and then just totally leaving it to the attendants. [Look, don't question her humor because that's really not the sort of thing that should be amusing or endearing to her and yet!]

But, hey, as long as you don't need the steak to be cooked by me, I can definitely manage that, and a complimenting bourbon to go along with it. And the lap dancing part would be easy. I'll just surprise you with both on a random day and unprecedented time!

[And if he knows what's good for him he won't assume that she's kidding. It might take a week or months but this will happen, because she owes him and because it sounds like a great way to spend a Saturday. She drapes herself over the bar again, head in her arms because she's switching between mild exhaustion and unbearable excitement. When she looks at him it's surprisingly intense, but very momentary. When she sits up her limbs drag, but she reaches over and pokes his forehead lightly, and holds the tip of her finger there.]

You and me, another life and another time. [But in this one they'd only ever be what they always were. She lifts her finger off of him.] I saw Luci a bit ago, but how is everyone else in your band doing?

[What was all that other stuff about? He won't know! But hopefully it'll be attributed to her drunken state even though she'd been in well enough control.] Also, you should be at least a third of the way as screwed up as I am or I'm going to feel lonely!

What's fame if you can't take advantage every now and then. But you have me pegged. I'd totally ask them to find something for the hottest chick I know. They probably have better taste than me. If I picked it, fuck only knows what sort of shit I'd give you. You're better off without jewelry from me.

[ There's a little laugh ] Nah. You don't have to cook it. So I guess I now have something to look forward to. [ Definitely a great way to spend a weekend. Specially with that look she gives him. Even if that look is followed by a fingertip in the middle of his forehead. He can only laugh. Another life and another time indeed. ]

As good as to be expected with this bullshit. [ A shrug because he's going to keep his promise to Luci. He's not going to tell anyone about the crap that Luci shared with him. ] We're Carnies. We thrive on crazy. I'm sure we'll have a shitton of great songs from all of this. Maybe I'll even write a song about the sexy woman at the bar.

And I know I am. I'm trying to catch up, but someone has to be able to carry you back. Let me just some rocket fuel and I'll catch right up. [ He stands and starts around the bar, his hand sliding over her shoulders as he heads around to grab the Everclear. ] Wish me luck. I'm about to make my liver hate me more than it already does.

Thank goodness, I'm a terrible cook. [As far as how things are going with his band, ahh, well, it's incredibly obvious to her that he's keeping his mouth shut for a reason. But that's band loyalty at its fiercest so she can't blame him even if it does make her worry about Luci. Who wasn't any more likely to give her a straight answer, either. The idea of trusting a bunch of emotionally questionable punk rockers to deal with anything logically is just unrealistic.

But fighting them every step of the way isn't any better. So she moves it along, and that song comment is enough to make her grin and drink even more.] Oh, please don't! It's bad enough that you and Luci already have songs on my end, you guys have made me pathetic!

[Since he's wandering his way over to his own bottle she can go back to the tequila. While she's supposed to be wishing him luck Nariko beats her own previous record. She'd showed off earlier in the night but now it's as if she's determined to get to the very bottom of the bottle. Even though she doesn't quite make it there's an obvious dent, it comes at the cost of her dignity because her throat feels raw, and she coughs a little while grinning kind of manically.]

You're gonna need luck to close in on me!

[In about, oh, five minutes, she is going to be completely hopeless.]

[ A small raise of the eyebrows and not much more. He honestly doesn't care if he's sharing Nariko with Luci. He's not the jealous type at all. It's just a fun time anyway, even with the promise to run away together. In the end, he's probably the worst person to want to hook up with permanently. Consenting adults do what they want. ] No? But you'd get to hear me sing. I don't let just anyone hear that. But if you insist, I won't. [ She'll get the lyrics as a poem under her door instead, just to see the expression on her face. ]

I don't know. 110 proof [ points to her bottle ] 190 proof [ points to his. ] So I'll be catching up right quick. [ And trying not to kill himself because even he can't drink that much alcohol. Yet there he goes, drinking something that can drop a 200 pound man in six tiny shots straight from the bottle ] I'll just name my inevitable hangover after you. [ Though he'll quit when she's had enough and hope he's still coordinated enough to help her back. If not, there's a couch large enough for the two of them to crash on. ]

Hey, I never said that. I always want to hear singing.

[She tries to point a very serious finger at him!! But she's wobbling a little in place so it's hardly a threatening gesture in any sense of the word.] When guys write songs about women everyone always thinks it's awesome, if it's the other way around then it's just cliche. [She didn't really give a shit if he knew about Luci, nor did she care about changing much of anything. What Nariko couldn't stand, and what she would always loathe was to look desperate. She couldn't adore anyone enough for that.

In any case she has to squint at the numbers and then visibly attempt to do some math in her head. She's so not logical right now, and it takes a long second for his point to click.] Ohhhhh! Oh! Oh, man. No. Don't die.

[That's the moral of the story! Don't die.] I mean, I kind of want to see at least one shot go down but still.

[If the force of that alcohol wasn't being exaggerated then just sipping it might smack her into next week by accident. But since that's just a little too dangerous and scary she might as well egg him on!]

[ He reaches out to catch her finger softly. He holds it for a moment while she rants about the unfair gender norms in the music business. It's hard to keep hold when he's sort of focused on his bottle of certain liver failure. ] Then I'll make it so that only you know who it'll be about. And maybe I'll just sing it to you. A private concert.

[ He lets go then to focus totally upon that bottle waiting for her to realize just what he's about to go and do. He ends up laughing. It's a loud boisterous thing that fills the room. ] I promise I won't die. Not when I have something worth living for right in front of me. So, a toast, Nariko. To the path that led us to this place and to the path that will lead us back and to the music we share with each other and with the world. Salute

[ He raises the bottle to her and then takes a bold chug. It's not as long as his drinks of tequila and he slams it back down only moments later. ] GOD! It's like drinking lighter fluid! [ And miracles of miracles, he's swaying just very slightly. ]

Now you're just overselling it.

[A song just for her, and being something worth living for? It was like romance 101, except she can't do anything but grin at such distinctly sweet words. But she raises her glass to his anyway, because there's nothing wrong with hearing the words even if they don't really have a home with her in any real way. Salute, indeed, though she doesn't push herself so terribly this time! She's already heading for Drunksville and nothing is going to put a stop to that.

That and she has to watch him attempt this. And he ... Manages it!]

Holy shit, you're amazing. [Though obviously far more off balance than he was before. She laughs anyway, reaching out to try and steady him by his arm alone.] You did your obligatory one shot, don't push your system into overdrive.

[Because there was an incredibly high chance that he might not come out of it quite right, if he did.]

[ Leave him be. He was raised to be a smarmy rich gentleman before he got better and found metal. There are still times when he goes and acts like he's still living the high life where laying on thick with the ladies is expected and even encouraged. But whatever because she's accepting his toast. ]

Of course I am. You're only noticing this now? Damn. That means I'll have to do a lot better in the future. [ He takes two tries to get the bottle on the countertop. Her steadying hand helps a lot. ] Yes yes. I'm cut off. I still have to make sure you get safely back to your penthouse.

[Oh he's ... Yeah, he's absolutely done. If he tries to take even one more drink she'll have to smack him with a bottle and then he'll go down and they'll both have to sleep on the floor. She watches his struggle with the bottle like a cat paying attention to a lazer light, and she breaks out into a little cheer when he manages it!!]

If we're really gonna ... Y'know. Head that way? That - [She tries to point without letting go of Xanxus' arm. It doesn't really end well.]

That way. We need to go now. Like, now-now.

[Because she's already done for and he's on his way, so it's probably best to get a head start.]

[ Totally done. This is probably the most drunk he's been in a very very long time. There's almost a novelty to it. His hangover in the morning won't thank him for it but right now, it's a blast to know that yes, he can actually still get hammered. Guess all he needs is being enabled by pretty girls. ]

You're totally right. Might be best. [ He can still somehow manage to walk straight around the bar to stop before her but it takes every single ounce of his concentration. He offers up an arm ] Your chariot awaits bella donna.

[He's even throwing out different languages? That's what that is, right? Not that she's questioning something that slides off his tongue so wonderfully. Grinning, she tries to hop off the bar stool but just outright tumbles, kind of smacking into the side of the bar, which ... just makes her laugh.

She gets herself back up, though!] Okay, okay, we can do this! We're gonna win!

[Her hand brushes at his arm, and then she forcefully clings to it in order to avoid falling again.] On our way!!!

[ Well, welcome to memory regains, Nariko. Somewhere along the line, he picked up his birth language. Everything sounds better in Italian anyway. Especially nicknames. Too bad, you're going to be "beautiful lady" forever now. A beautiful lady having troubles standing. But she's also laughing so he's not too worried. ]

You bet your ass we're going to win! Victory is right in our grasp!

[ He wraps his free arm around her side, pulling her right next to him. Easier to balance the both of them and teeter their way back to the elevator. ] Next floor. Cosmic Indulgence. Going up.

[ Let's hope he hits the right button the first time because well... he might just hit a few trying to get the right one, so they might be in for a little elevator ride. ]

Man, you're just so determined to get me home on time! Look at you and your responsible-ness! [But let's face it, she can only get away with walking to the elevator because Xanxus is still able enough to know better. When they've gotten inside she kind of slouches against him and watches as he hits buttons.

... But then for every button he hits she reaches forward, unfocused and swaying all over again, to try and push some, too! They way they light up is just fucking amazing in her drunken stupor and she ends up giggling.

They are going to be in this elevator for ages.]

Xanxus. [She manages to sound serious for maybe five seconds.] Can we have cake. Is it almost your birthday? I could buy you cake and then eat it all.

[ ... Her brain is completely done.]

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