Champagne
Summary: This was supposed to be a joke... it always has been. What did we do? ...what did we do? Jyoumato/Taishirou/Taito
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Blue eyes fluttered open, filling with darkness. The next thing he immediately noticed was the small area he was in, his body cramped onto one side. He reached out with his right hand, feeling smooth skin and wrinkled cloth, then cold tile. With a groan, the blonde sat up and tried to keep his eyes open. He couldn't force himself from being half-lidded as he stood.
Where is my shirt? Was his first thought. As he shuffled his boots around he realized he felt nauseous, but he held it down when he felt the silk of his black dress shirt. He felt around the walls to stabilize himself and tried reapplying his shirt when he remembered the body near his feet. He gave it a gentle kick with the side of his foot, then remembered further: This isn't high school. Who the Hell is that? Why is it so damn dark in here? Fuck. This shirt... a button's missing now.
Yamato reached around and found a light switch, his calloused hands slipping over it. The light filled what he now realized was a broom closet of some kind. When his eyes adjusted to the brightness, they fell upon bronzed skin, muscle, and fluffy brown hair. Fuck. Fuck!
"Get up, damn it!" Yamato barked, kicking good and hard this time and the man at his feet turned and tossed his arms about.
"Wuzzah?"
"Wake up," the blonde said, kneeling down, tapping the other's face.
"Oh, hey, Yamato. My head hurts."
"I bet. Thank God it seems you threw up in the mop bucket," the blonde shrugged.
"Guess I outdrank you after all," he chuckled. "W-What time is it?"
"I. Have. No. Idea."
"Did, did I miss my graduation?"
"No..." the blonde seethed, "I think you celebrated just fine."
"Wait, what...?"
Yamato ran a hand through his hair, across his face. "...what did we do? What did we do?"
"...why are you so worked up?" Taichi giggled. Obviously, he wasn't completely sobered up yet or he would be freaking out, too.
"This was supposed to be a joke, it always has been..." Yamato found himself mumbling, feeling around for his lighter and smokes. He took one out and Taichi sat up further, a serious look finally glossing across his face.
"I-I don't understand."
"You're drunk."
"Yamato," the other whined, finding his feet. Barely.
"We fucked. Is that clear enough?" Yamato hissed, breathing smoke in his best friend's face.
"No," Taichi grinned. Then the blonde turned away from him and he leaned closer, "No, you're kidding."
"...what am I going to tell Jyou?" the blonde whispered.