I do not own Log Horizon or any of the characters used in this story. Furthermore
this is an M rated fic with straight up smut warming up on chapter 2 and a citrus salad
in chapter 3. The standard and rather adorable Shiroe/Akatsuki will be featured.
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OLD ENOUGH!
A door burst open, scaring poor Shiroe out of his skin. A thick black ink mark blatantly informs him that the document for the round table will have to be re-written after his rude intruder departs. Looking up from his work he spots the cheerful face of Naotsugu. Noting the way his friend staggered across the room, and the unusually red face he scans his friend from head to toe. His eyes narrowing at the sight of a carrying crate normally reserved for milk bottles.
"Ssshiroe!" Naotsugu slurs out. "Haf a drink wif me! E'ery un elsse passs'd out!"
"Not right now Naotsugu. I have work to do. And I think you've had enough." the dark hair man murmurs as he dismisses the invitation. He hardly ever drank before the apocalypse and drinking with an already drunk friend just didn't sound like a good idea...
"Aw come on man. You wurk to much 'nyway." Naotsugu cheesed as he nearly met his goal of the chair in front of Shiroe's desk. Preparing for the worst, an almost tidy stack of papers got shifted from the desk top inside a drawer.
"Naotsugu..." Shiroe started another protest but was cut short but a very heavy thud as his friend missed the chair and landed chest first on the desk.
"you hol'n back 'gain man. Tha kidss are gone train'n. Cheiv's ssstay'n wif Rer...Ruh...Ro..." The drunk stumbles horribly for the name.
"Roderick" Shiroe supplies, his patience thin but he is highly amused by his friends speech pattern.
"Yea! Cheiv's at hisss place. 'n Ak..at..tssssssuki in sssome durk alley er sumfin. Nun'll know." Naotsugu levels him with the hardest stare he can muster. Then his face contorts, an ominous gurgle sounds, and a window rattling belch barrels forth from a gaping cross eyed face.
Laughing at the punctuation Shiroe thinks about the points made. It was true the young team of adventurers had gone to train near the outskirts of the city and were not due back for another three days. It was also true that Nyanta had gone to Roderick's guild house to catch up on old times. That only left one suspicion in his mind. Bracing his hands on the desk he tilted his chair backwards to look under his desk. Nope. No Akatsuki. Righting his chair he stood and made his way to the door. An objecting Naotsugu tried to heave himself off the desk to find Shiroe had closed the door. With a winning grin sprawling across his face he slides to the ground, placing the crate on the floor.
Returning to the desk, Shiroe sat next to his soon to be partner in crime and reached for a bottle. It appeared Naotsugu had somehow acquired a case of the finest tasting, and reportedly the most alcoholic cherry sake in Akiabara. Raising his bottle in a toast Shiroe almost immediately regretted agreeing, but took comfort in the fact that no one was around to see his shame except the one man who saw his actual face.