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( Smile, Stupid )
Luigi's bouncy, cheery steps are sort of like an earthquake are rippling through the house and certainly not making my hangover any less painful. His light steps sound a lot like thumping and I rather be shot twenty times instead of go through this headache and christ, even the kitchen light hurts my eyes. I let my forehead fall on the counter hard, my fingers still curled against the handle of the coffee cup that I'm not even considering drinking. I feel the cup being snatched away for my hand and I hear Luigi take a sip. Asshole.
"Please stop." I sigh, rubbing my forehead against the counter. "Im in alot of pain."
I look up and I see Luigi pout, which I admit is kind of cute. He walks over to the fridge and takes out the orange juice that has been there for god knows how long, he slams it onto the table and HOLY SHIT it feels like someone just jabbed a knife into my ear drum! I cup my ears and visibly cringe, Luigi sits in front of me and smirks, little prick. He's enjoying this isn't he? Next time he has a hangover, he's defiantly going to pay for it.
"I hate you!" I yelp out in agony, lowering my head. "I hate you so much!"
Luigi's stupid grin doesn't falter, I really want to punch him, can I punch him? It hurts to move anything, never mind, I'll get him later.
"Why are you so happy?" I ask through clenched teeth, Luigi's sipping is so freaking loud, it's sort of like he has plugs in his mouth that lead to the speakers in the living room. "I liked you way better when you were miserable."
Luigi's expression turns into a dreamy-dazed kind of look, something good must have happened last night while I was passed out on the couch. Goddammit, how come I miss everything? I should cut down on my alcohol intake or something, I've been having one to many blackouts.
"So?" I ask and the stupid look on his face dissapears, but the smile certainly sticks.
"I got laid last night." He sing-songs and my eyebrow shoots up in interest.
"You? Got laid? Really?" I ask, genuinely surprised and I'm so astonished that I can't take this news standing up. I rise up from my chair and lean in closer, Luigi's eyes lock with mine for a second before he drops his gaze back onto the greenish orange juice. I shove his shoulder, demanding that he finish. "Who was desperate enough to let you stick it in?"
Luigi makes an offended noise.
"She wasn't desperate!" He yelps as he stands up and slams the table with his hands, I can't help but make an amused noise. "She practically begged me to!"
I stifle a laugh and reach over to pat his shoulder.
"Yeah, sure it was. I bet it was the best two seconds of her life."
That last line got me a black eye.
"Marioooo," Luigi whines, blue eyes narrowed and he makes a cute pissed off face and it makes me feel a little weird to think that. "Your a fucking cheater!"
"I am not a cheater," I slur, sticking my tongue out at him. "Your aim just really sucks."
He frowns, slamming his left hand onto the table hard enough for the bowl of peanuts to shake, he digs into his pockets and pulls out a couple more quarters. I grin, I just looove kicking Luigi's ass in drinking games, especially when Luigi's stupid enough to bet cash. I always clean his pockets out.
"Another twenty bucks!" He slides the quater towards me. "It's your turn and no cheating!" He spits venomously and points his finger at me accusingly.
"I don't cheat," I say simple, bouncing the quarter onto the table and it lands inside the glass perfectly. "See? I don't need to." I sneer and I take another drink.
Luigi slams both his fists onto the table now, throwing a hissy fit like a stupid spoiled kid.
"FUCK!" He takes out the twenty and throws it at me. "Cheater!"
He makes a loud screeching sound, flailing his arms around and I laugh loud enough for the guy next to me to shift uncomfortably in his chair. I can feel at least a dozen eyes on us, are we the only ones acting stupid? I thought this was a bar? My vision is a little foggy, but I can still see how drunk Luigi is, his face flushed a delicate shade of pink and - wait, did I just use the word delicate? Whoa, I've obviously had to much to drink, maybe we should go. I get up and Luigi looks kind of sick or something, I grab onto his arm and start pulling him up.
"W-Wait, Mario..." Luigi chokes a little, his fingers going up to his throat and I look at him, trying to make my face look concerned when I actually feel like laughing. Luigi makes funny sounds when he's drunk. "I-I don't feel so..." He says softly, voice cracking but I pull him through the crowd and make my way towards the exit. I end up bumping into some really tall guy and Luigi stumbles behind me.
"M-Mairo, I'm gunna puke!" I hear him say and I panic.
I make the mistake of ducking out of his way.
And with a heave, a grimace and a shudder, Luigi pukes.
Yup. Fan-fucking-tastic. And right on top of the guy too.
I rush back to Luigi, wrapping my arms around his neck and clinging onto him in what I assume is a protective manner, the guy looks murderous. Luigi's annoying and all but I don't want him to die or anything. The guy steps up menacingly and I'm still clinging, feeling a little nervous. I shove Luigi behind me, I know for a fact I can't take a punch right now, I can barely stand. The guy makes a lunge for me and he barely misses me.
Shit, I almost tripped over myself.
It feels almost a little awkward when my fist connected to the guy's jaw, I watch in awe has his head snaps back and he makes a noise out of intense pain. I hear Luigi say something behind me, but I don't pay attention to that, I grab onto his sleeve and drag him out the building.
Really nice way to end a night.
Luigi's mumbling things the whole time on our way home, I have his arm around my shoulder and it's kind of hard to carry him along when he's constantly stepping back. Funny, Luigi's only had two drinks and yet I'm the one carrying him. I had to go in his pockets in order to get the keys, since I left mine somewhere under the cushions of the couch, or maybe somewhere else. My memory was never one to trust. I jam the key into the keyhole and it takes me forever to open it mostly because Luigi won't stop moving. When I finally open the front door, I drag him into the living room.
"You alright?" I ask, a little bit worried.
My eyes met up with his and he was giving me this weird sentimental look, he starts nuzzling my neck and I don't know what to say so I just smile. I freeze up completely when he lifts up his head and kisses my cheek.
"Your so sweet," He slurs, rubbing against me and holy crap, I'm never letting Luigi drink ever again. "The way you protected me and stuffss.."
"Oh, um," I say, completely aware of how close he is to my face now and I try to back up. "No problem."
I spend a few minutes backing up and I end up with my back up against the wall and Luigi with his arms right next to my head, boxing me in and leaving me without any exit options.
"I love you, big bro." He mumbles as he presses his lips against my cheek and it tickles a little and somehow, amazingly enough, he still manages to smell good. Even after the accident and the bar and everything.
"Love you too, Weegee." I laugh, looking to the right nervously, but all I see is Luigi's arm and no chance of escaping, unless he moves. Seems unlikely. He starts leaning in very close and I stare at him stupidly for a split second before I finally realize. His lips smash against mine roughly, a yelp escapes the back of my throat and I can feel Luigi's hands traveling and grabbing certain places.
I feel so violated.
I kind of like it.
That's not right.
I push him off, taking in deep inhales of much needed air, while Luigi licks his lips and stares at me.
"Wanna go to my room?" He asks, reaching over to grab my hand and I don't know what he's expecting me to say, my heart beats erratically at just the thought.
I twitch a little before answering.
"Yes, I would."