Third story of the New Year…or at least it will be once Forcible uploads her story from yesterday. Darn procrastination. Anyhow, onto the fiction!
HAPPY TALK LIKE LUXORD DAY!
-Spink
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Luxord swayed and sagged against the wall, his head pounding and his body bruised.
"Bloody hell! Someone get me a drink and a shot of morphine!"
He gripped his right arm and cradled it to his chest as he slid down the wall the curl on the floor. The Gambler groaned as his muscles spasmed in protest of the new position. He tensed and sucked in quick shallow breathes as the throbbing in his skull began to ebb away as his body relaxed. The blonde grunted and slammed his hands to the floor.
"God Damn, where is-"
"Chill."
Axel dropped to his knees beside Luxord and tugged on his arms as he fished through the medical kit Vexen had thrown at him on his way out of the lab.
"We heard you the first time."
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An hour later found Luxord back in his room, half asleep and dining on pain medication. He glared up at the ceiling as his Superior stood by his bedside and lectured him on the importance of working while sober. The blonde didn't feel charged enough to argue the fact that, well actually he was sober, and gee thanks for being so concerned for my wellbeing, you're the greatest boss ever. So he resigned himself instead to lying on his bed and dozing while Xemnas scolded him.
"And furthermore…"
Yeah, right back at you boss man. You be careful! But of course that would be a stupid thing to say to his boss so he kept his mouth closed and his sarcasm in his head.
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Two hours a nap later found Luxord grumbling under his breath while he riffled through the cupboards in the Organization's communal kitchen for Xigbar's vodka stash. Vodka because Xigbar didn't drink rum, and Xigbar's stash because Luxord had already downed his own. He found it carefully hidden behind Larxene's supply of diet cookies and Demyx's hoard of gummy bears.
"Now 'is is wha' 'm talkin' 'bout."
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Three hours later and Luxord was being carried back to his room through the winding halls of the Castle That Never Was forcefully and bodily by one very disgruntled number III.
"The hell did you think you were doing?!"
And to be honest, Luxord really didn't know. Possibly getting himself so completely and utterly drunk that he couldn't feel his aching body anymore. Last time I go on a solo mission. So he swung his arm around Xaldin's shoulders and took back the bottle the Lancer had confiscated from him not moments earlier.
"Thinkin' 'm getting'…" The Gambler trailed of as he took a long swig from his bottle earning himself a shake from Xaldin and a laugh from a few of the members who were prowling the hall. He scrunched his face as Axel burst into a laughing fit as he passed them.
So naturally he toasted the redhead, "A toast t' thee sir purple face! May your knigh'hood flou'ish like the dandelions of sp'ingtime!" Which only served to make Axel laugh harder as he continued down the hall and out of sight.
"God you're an embarrassment."
And not five minutes later found Luxord back in his room being kissed and fussed over by a decidedly not embarrassed Whirlwind Lancer. So, Luxord thought to himself, maybe I should go on solo mission more often…if they all end this well that is.
That though, however, only lasted until dawn when Xaldin proceeded to insult him by mocking his accent.
Then again, maybe not.
