[Open] April Catch-All

[thetaintedsorrow]

Who: Chuuya Nakahara (thetaintedsorrow) & you!
What: Event aftermath and various shenanigans
When: April
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): None yet, but NSFW will be marked if it happens



I. Bird is the Word

[To all those familiar with Chuuya, the news of the mystery egg he’d magically acquired finally hatching isn’t surprising, nor is the news that it’s a bird. However, what they may not know is that Apollo (a name carefully chosen for his precious child) has grown into something quite flashy in the past month. A royal flycatcher, to be precise, with beautiful plumage to rival any peacock. It’s quite fitting that Apollo is tiny and beautiful, considering who his mother is, but don’t tell Chuuya that.

He’s quite an energetic little thing, and Chuuya can be found out and about in town with the little guy perched on top of his hat, or in the mansion with Apollo perched on his shoulder.

Should anyone get close (within five feet) of Chuuya, they’ll find themselves with a faceful of feathers and an earful of chirps as Apollo checks them out, up close and personal. Of course Chuuya is amused.]

Looks like he likes you.

II. Shots, Shots, Shots

[Chuuya can also be found, sans Apollo, in one of the multitude of bars located around town. He’s currently nursing a glass of fireball whiskey, but anyone who approaches him for either company or simply to harass him will be abruptly challenged to a drinking contest. God bless your soul if you take him up on it.

Should they decline he’ll simply shrug and continue sipping at the amber liquid in his glass.

Either way, they’ll receive this greeting: ]

You here for booze or company?

III. Among the Stars

[Lastly, Chuuya will make a trip to Thesa Station to see all the newly awakened refugees. He can be found checking out the stasis pods, hanging around in one of the lounge areas, or simply indulging in a glass of wine at the mess hall.

He’ll have Apollo on his shoulder, but don’t be afraid. He won’t peck your eyes out. Chuuya may very well try it though, if you see fit to call him tiny. Otherwise he’ll be friendly enough, no matter where he’s approached on the station.]

How’s it going?

IV. Wildcard!

[Surprise me! Or plot things with me! I’m over at arcanestardust!]

Comments

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya is about to complain once again when the bartender refills his drink without being asked to, and that certainly does get him to stop squirming...for now. Holy shit, is it really that easy? That brooch must be goddamn magical. Or, you know, it’s like Mephisto said, heroes get special attention, and apparently so do the people close to them.

Obnoxious laughter and short joke aside, Chuuya could deal with being a lap dog decoration for a little while longer if it means free booze.]

...I’ll take it.

[He downs the whiskey refill like a champ, relishing the burn as it slides down his throat. Ah, nothing like a little booze to put a smirk on Chuuya’s face. He turns until he’s sitting sideways on Mephisto’s lap, feet dangling off the floor.]

You up for a drinking contest, Johann?

[meinwaifu]

Please, call me Faust! Hardly anyone calls me Johann these days. [Also u gotta earn first name privileges, punk.]

[He snickers at the pout on Chuuya's face, resisting the urge to pat him on the head like the well-behaved dog he is... you know, for now. He might get more handsy after a few drinks.]

Ah, but a drinking contest, hm? And just what do I get when I win?

[thetaintedsorrow]

When you win?

[Okay, Chuuya is pretty damn sure that this guy isn’t human, but surely he’s not immune to the effects of alcohol. There’s a possibility for Chuuya to win this. Probably. Maybe. Though he does have some whiskey in him already...

Whatever. Like hell he’s giving up without trying.

Chuuya tests out his newfound status by ordering them both a shot of fireball whiskey and sliding Mephisto’s over to him.]

If you win, you can name your prize.

[Bad idea Chuuya...

He lifts his shot glass with a smirk.]

You in?

[meinwaifu]

Hmmm... then I suppose it'll be the same conditions for yourself? [Also potentially a bad idea. But he's already making some pretty bad choices by going out like this at all, after what happened before. So why not top it off with even more bad decisions?]

[He takes the shot and gestures back at Chuuya with a smirk.] You have yourself a deal.

[of course, for all Mephisto's cockiness, he knew he was something of a lightweight. As he drinks down the whiskey, he knows it'll only take one or two more of these to knock him off his feet... but see, being a demon did come with some advantages. As long as he stays sitting, it won't be obvious at all that he's drunk. Mentally, he'll still remain more or less lucid. But physically, he'll probably have trouble staying upright.]

[So he'll just have to make sure he wins and claims his prize right here in this spot.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Sure thing.

[That sure is a cocky answer, and Chuuya follows it up by downing the shot of whiskey without so much as flinching. Screw well thought out decisions when there’s a challenge to be won.]

Alright. Let’s up the ante a bit.

[By which he means ordering shots composed of mixtures of booze instead of just one. A terrible idea, really. The one he orders is a devilish red color, and Chuuya makes a show of tilting it up to down it and licking his lips when he’s finished.]

And just what are you going to ask for if you win, huh?

[meinwaifu]

[Definitely a terrible idea, but this is fine. Mephisto won't be making a show of how he drinks just yet, but he will make sure to keep his eyes fixated on Chuuya's lips as his tongue darts out over them. Mephisto's feeling a little too thirsty tonight, apparently.]

Well now, I suppose that depends. It would be a shame if you're too inebriated by the end of it to give me what I want.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Oh yeah?

[Chuuya stops himself right before he plucks the booze-soaked cherry off of his next shot. This is remiscent of their first meeting in several ways, and Chuuya has an idea of how he’d like this night to end.]

And what is it you want?

[He knows damn well what Mephisto wants, but that doesn’t stop him from picking the cherry up and licking a bit of booze off the bright red fruit.]

[meinwaifu]

Oh, I think you know the answer to that. Surely you don't think I put you in my lap for no reason?

[He watches as Chuuya licks at the cherry, waiting for the right moment to make a move. A repeat of last time would just be stale now -- far too predictable! So instead, he takes Chuuya's hand by the wrist, leaning forward and plucking that cherry out of his fingers with his mouth.]

[They're going to start getting an audience by now -- nevermind that Mephisto already drew a fair amount of attention just from being one of the "heroes". Before they even have a chance to finish off these shots, there are already people offering to buy them more -- perhaps hoping to get a bit of a show out of it.]

That is, unless you're the shy type? I certainly have no qualms with doing all sorts of things to you out here.

[...h-he might at least move them to a corner tho, he's not that shameless.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Audience or no, Chuuya has just enough booze in him not to give a shit about being lewd in public anymore, yet not quite drunk enough to be sloppy about it. He lets out an amused huff as Mephisto eats the cherry out of his hand (normally this time), and despite the promise of more free drinks, Chuuya finds himself just tipsy enough to go along with whatever Mephisto has planned.]

Like hell I’m fucking shy.

[And he’ll prove it by turning and straddling Mephisto until they’re face to face before sliding his hands over his chest. He can’t say he doesn’t like the way those suits fit on the guy, even if some of them have questionable designs. Chuuya is a bit of a fashion snob, after all.

Chuuya leans in close, breath ghosting hot over Mephisto’s ear.]

Then do it.

[meinwaifu]

Oh, what's this? Are you conceding defeat already?

[They were in the middle of a contest here!! But if Chuuya would like to skip the formalities and let him win, far be it from Mephisto to stop him. But then, that could be dangerous considering Chuuya didn't exactly put any limits on what kind of reward Mephisto would claim. And as much as Mephisto was intending to have a little fun with him, he still hasn't explicitly stated what reward he would be taking.]

[But maybe he can consider this a lesson in being more careful when making deals with demons -- even if he doesn't know that's what Mephisto is just yet.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

No way.

[Well. Maybe he got just a little too excited at the idea of doing that kind of thing in public and jumped he gun a bit. He snorts at the idea of completely giving up, a defiant look in his vibrant blue eyes as he downs yet another shot just to make a point.]

I just don’t like fucking sloppy drunk guys is all. Better for you to gracefully concede so I can claim my prize while you can still get it up.

[What a cheeky little shit.]

[meinwaifu]

[SO CHEEKY but Mephisto just snickers, taking the newfound closeness as an excuse to aimlessly draw his hand up along Chuuya's thigh.]

You should know better than to underestimate your opponent. I've never forfeited a competition before, and I have no intention of doing so now. But I can assure you-- I'll have no problem fucking you into exhaustion regardless of who wins.

Ah, that is-- unless you're too drunk to follow through? I'd hate for anyone to think I'm taking advantage of you, poor little Chuuya-kun who didn't know when to cut himself off.

[Does he want to get laid or does he want to piss him off?? Maybe both. Both was more fun.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

That so?

[Chuuya could insist that he’ll be the one fucking Mephisto to exhaustion, but they both know that’s bullshit. Chuuya is a born power bottom, and after what happened last time, he doesn’t doubt that they could both give each other a run for their money. It’s a fun challenge, regardless.

The hand on his thigh earns Mephisto a playful nip at his bottom lip, followed by a snort at that little honorific.]

I can handle myself just fine.

[The “little” part gets him shoving a shot glass full of pure vodka in Mephisto’s face.]

Better not lose to me, then, since you’re so goddamn tall and mighty.

[Riling Chuuya up is so much fun.]

[meinwaifu]

Fufu... oh, I'm not planning on it. But you know, seeing as we both seem to want the same thing-- why don't I make things more interesting?

[He takes the shot and throws it back -- already starting to feel a little fuzzy around the edges from the previous drinks. But he won't sound like he's getting tipsy at all, even if he's pretty sure he wouldn't be able to walk straight if he got up now.]

[He leans in closer, speaking low so only Chuuya can hear him.]

If you win... why don't I tell you who and what I really am?

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Meanwhile Chuuya has passed from tipsy into pleasantly drunk, and three or four shots more will most likely get him fucking hammered. Which isn’t productive when it comes to sex, but Chuuya is stubborn as a mule, and he won’t back off until he’s damn sure he won’t win. At least he’s not slurring, and his vision is only slightly fuzzy.

That low whisper sends shivers up Chuuya’s spine, both from the heat and suggestiveness of it and also the meaning of those words. He knows Mephisto isn’t human, but who or what he is is still a complete mystery that Chuuya wouldn’t mind solving.]

You got yourself a deal.

[And Chuuya will just keep knocking back shots until he’s very, very close to being smashed. He sways a bit on Mephisto’s lap as he pokes him square in the chest. Yup, he’s drunk.]

Well...give up yet??

[meinwaifu]

[There is a small part of Mephisto having regrets right now, because he kind of wanted to get laid tonight... and now Chuuya is the one probably too drunk to get it up.]

[Not that Mephisto isn't pretty far gone as well, for all that is doesn't show at all. He sits perfectly still, one hand loosely placed on the small of Chuuya's back to help keep him upright while holding yet another shot in the other. His words are definitely getting a bit slurred, but it makes him sound more dreamy than drunk.]

Oh no, not at all... ah, but I wonder-- just who should I call in the event you collapse from alcohol poisoning? I suppose it's a little late in the game to mention it now-- but I'm immune to it!

[--since he can't die from poisons. But he can definitely still get drunk. The only reason he's upright right now is thanks to his familiar, hiding in the pink umbrella hanging on the back of his chair. Even if the chair were kicked out from under him, he'd still remain floating in place.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Immune?? That’s not fair!

[Chuuya grumbles before downing another shot of whiskey. Holy hell it burns, but it does do wonders to warm him up from head to toe.]

Nobody. I can take care of myself.

[Chuuya is too drunk to tell that Mephisto is almost as far gone as he is, which is actually pretty hilarious, because he’ll insist that Mephisto is hammered right up until he passes out himself. However, it seems like even Chuuya knows his limits, and since he’d rather not pass out in a puddle of his own vomit in pubic, he thinks that now is a good time to take this elsewhere.

That is, as soon as he can figure out how far it is to the floor from Mephisto’s lap.]

Let’s go...somewhere...

[He nearly faceplants once he slides off the other’s lap, but saves himself by holding onto Mephisto’s sleeve. The room is spinning now...]

C’mon.

[Chuuya tries pulling on Mephisto’s arm, and he’s actually pretty goddamn strong despite his tiny frame.]

Don’t make me float you.

1/2

[meinwaifu]

[Nah, bruh]

[As soon as Chuuya slips off and tugs on Mephisto's arm, he's pulling him down off the chair and on top of him. Which is almost definitely not what Chuuya was going for, and as strong as Chuuya might be, it's a little awkward holding up someone so much lankier in comparison. The fact that Mephisto practically clings to Chuuya to keep from falling down on his ass doesn't help either, which means they're both going down, probably.]

[meinwaifu]

[--but it's fine, because Mephisto just finds this hilarious, bursting out with loud cackling that might sound a bit more unhinged than drunk -- but that's just him being himself.]

Hahaha! Oh dear! The floor is suddenly so much closer! If you were that desperate to get me on top of you, why didn't you just say so!

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya is not expecting to have Mephisto’s lanky ass land on top of him like that, and what the fuck, he’s a lot heavier than he looks. That or Chuuya just has drunk noodle arms and can’t quite manage to push him off.

The other patrons burst into raucous laughter and wolf whistles, and Chuuya’s cheeks light up like a Christmas tree. He’s fine with messing around in public when it’s, you know, subtle, but this is ridiculous.]

Shut up.

[Drunken tsundere Chuuya really is quite a sight, and he squirms under Mephisto to try and wriggle free. He could solve this problem by using his ability to make the guy weightless, but his boozed-up brain isn’t exactly cooperating right now.]

Can’t you do your magic thing and poof us somewhere???

[meinwaifu]

Ohh? Are you saying that now?

[Still notably unsteady, Mephisto pushes himself up so he's straddled over Chuuya, one hand holding himself up while he runs the other down his face... except there's absolutely nothing sexy in how he does it, quite literally just planting the palm of his hand over his eyes and running it down over his mouth.]

[He's pretty damn drunk.]

You were the one snuggled up in my lap like a sweet little puppydog-- I thought you weren't the shy type?

[thetaintedsorrow]

Don’t pet me.

[Mephisto why??

Chuuya ends up biting the hand that covers his face (like a pissy chihuahua), but not nearly hard enough to do any damage.]

I’m not sleeping on the floor.

[They’re both plastered.]

I won, by the way, so tell me what you are.

1/2

[meinwaifu]

[PULLS HIS HAND BACK how dare u]

[meinwaifu]

[He snorts back another laugh, finding it entirely too funny that Chuuya would bite him right after being compared to a dog. But he collects himself soon enough, leaning back a bit.]

Fufu, I suppose I can't deny that. A win is a win-- but I have no intention of telling you that here.

[Which means he's gonna take them somewhere else. But he's not going to give Chuuya much warning, snapping his fingers with the hand he pulled back--]

[And in what will be a very disorienting shift, they'll suddenly go from laying on the bar floor to falling into a rather comfortable bed in what looks like a hotel room... because Mephisto is a dirty hobo who can only teleport so far, so he makes sure to rent rooms close to wherever he decides to go drinking for the night.]

[Now, while he's shown Chuuya that he can teleport objects, teleporting the both of them such a far distance is certainly a bigger flex of his powers than he allowed before.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Oh god, Mephisto is lucky that Chuuya doesn’t hurl mid-teleport, because with the way his stomach lurches with that sudden shift, he has to fight not to lose all the booze he’d ingested. Luckily he manages not to puke as he lands on an incredibly soft bed.

Well, this is certainly a step up from the last place they banged.

Chuuya blinks a few times, head still spinning as he tries to come back down to earth. Once he can see straight (sort of) he glances around; ah, a hotel, huh? Not too shabby.]

This is better than a bar floor.