Derp derp. Drunk people are fun?
"Ha ha ha I'm drunk!" Black Star stared at the rather inebriated Maka, finding himself, for once, at a loss for words. Her left arm was slung around Soul's neck and she was grinning stupidly as she leaned against him, obviously unable to stand herself. Soul didn't seem to be particularly sober himself as he just laughed in response, one hand holding Maka's as his right arm was snaked around her waist. At least he was acting a bit drunk, though there was something in his expression that made Black Star suspect that maybe he was just playing along…
"No really." Forcing Soul aside Maka stumbled forward. She grabbed Black Star's face, stretching his cheeks out as she giggled. Black Star stepped back, too stunned to slap her away. "You wanna know something? I fart."
"Um, Maka…?"
"No no, really! It's true!" She nodded conspiratorially, sneaking glances at Soul. Gesturing for Black Star to come closer she leaned toward him, a hand cupped around her mouth in a vain effort to muffle her voice. "I do. I'm gassy when I'm drunk," she stage-whispered, and behind her Soul placed a hand over his mouth, struggling not to burst out in laughter at her confession. "I even farted on Soul."
"Maka…" Black Star took a step back as he found himself repeating Crona's mantra – I don't know how to deal with this! Soul just snerked and reached forward, grabbing Maka's shoulder as he pulled her back. "Maka, you're… drunk."
"Yeah she is," Soul said agreeably as he pulled his meister back. She made a face but sagged against him again, laughing and snorting at nothing in particular. "Come on Maka, you need to get to bed."
"What? Noooo!" Even as she whined she walked along with him, feet tripping over each other as Soul patiently guided her to the couch. "Soul, I'm fine! You're drunk," she insisted as he pushed her down onto the padded surface. "I'm completely, I'm so, this is fine. Why are you all, all, bossy?"
"Well maybe you are fine," he said, still patient, still smiling. "I actually know a test for this. Maka, are you drunk?"
"Yeah, but-" She paused, face twisting with understanding. "Ooooh." Soul just smiled and nodded.
"Come on. Get to bed before you say anything else you're gonna regret."
"I'm not gonna regret nothing," she insisted stubbornly. Soul pulled a blanket over her and Black Star watched as she grabbed it, twisting it in her hands before pulling it to the floor. "Stupid face."
"You told Black Star that you fart. On me."
"Nuh-uh. I don't. I'm a lady." Now that his initial shock was fading Black Star smiled himself, realizing that this was a rare sight indeed. Soul just sighed as he crouched next to her and Maka's petulant expression melted. "Soul, stay with me. I don't want to be alone."
"I'll stay with you," he said and she smiled. Maka rolled onto her side and closed her eyes as he pulled the blanket back up over her. "See? You know I'll never leave you."
"I love you…" That was said with a sigh as she nuzzled her own arm. Soul patted her on the shoulder and stood, looking a bit exhausted. "Soul…"
"I'm still here." Even as he said this the white-haired scythe was quietly stepping away, finger held to his lips as he gestured for Black Star to follow. He nodded and promptly stepped back into the side-table, his leg banging the fixture back against the wall and knocking the lamp off of its resting place. He caught it, keeping it from shattering, and Soul looked on in horror. Maka just made a vague mumbling noise and curled up further. "Come on…"
After securing the lamp Black Star followed, curiosity now the reigning emotion. "So," he said, still a bit too shocked to just jump in with the expected question. Soul just sighed as he poured himself a glass of water. On the counter was a bottle of vodka, open and half-empty. "… what happened?"
"It's a long story Black Star…"