"'ey, Sousuke," the last syllable was both slurred and elongated. "Wus….wus…wussap, buddy?"
Blowing away the stench of stale and acrid beer on his friends tongue, he waved his hand then pushed his comrade's face from its rude position inches from his own. "Weber, are you drunk?"
The fellow sergeant blinked blearily, attempting to get his best friend into focus as the haze of alcohol still seeped into his vision, coloring everything in fuzz. Or, everything looked fuzzy – he honestly wasn't sure what was up and down, anymore.
"Well, yah, Sous-suke," his name was but a hiss on his leaden lips. "Can't you lighten up for once? I's a party, man."
Sousuke grimaced, pulling his face back as Kurz stumbled on nothing, even planks as in place and structured as ever. He pushed the blonde by the shoulders and regained his strict posture. "No, I can not have my judgment impaired. My field apparatus would be severely –"
Kurz pulled a face, cheeks tinged with the intake of his consumption. He put a palm up to his friend's stoic face and shoved, forcing him back and away. The man stalked off, flipping Sousuke an unfamiliar bird, muttering his discourteous nickname under his addled breath. "Stupid Sergeant Somber." The man stumbled away, shaking his head all the while and clearing some of the creeping fog, leaving the seventeen year old annoyed and marching off in an opposite direction.
A/N: This is going to be a series of drabbles about the different names Sousuke has been given throughout the series (and possibly some of my own creation) leading up to a bigger chapter. The last one will be filled with angsty/make-up-comforted SouKana.
Oh, and the title and summary come from a line in the last chapter.
Anyway, next up: Sergeant Serious.