FASH: This is inspired by true events, not long ago I was pulling an all-nighter in the computer labs for my final Games project when one of my friends came in, who is quite an affectionate drunk...
Disclaimer: I don't own it yet.
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Deimon's celebration after their victory had gone from a fairly simple Let's-Get-Together-And-Celebrate party to a gathering that Sena couldn't help but compare to some sort of crazy University Party.
He didn't even know where the alcohol had come from, and he was pretty sure he didn't want to know.
There was no way he was touching anything alcoholic, not after the first time he'd drank ended up with him hanging on a tree in a lion's pen at the zoo with no idea how he got there.
Everyone else seemed to be enjoying the addition of the beverages they weren't legally allowed to drink though, some more than others.
By the time ten o' clock rolled around Monta, Yukimitsu and Mamori were slightly tipsy, Sena was the only sober one, and everyone else seemed to be well on their way to getting thoroughly smashed.
Well, he couldn't say it wasn't amusing watching his teammates carry on, although, if he wasn't reading too far into the looks Hiruma and Musashi seemed to be sending each other, they'd be disappearing from public sight soon enough.
Sena was dragged away from his observations however, when a pair of hands gripped the back of his seat.
He tilted his head up to see who it was and smiled. "Hi Juumonji-kun, how are you feeling?" He asked lightly, cocking his head to the side when Juumonji didn't answer and instead just stared at him with a strange look on his face.
'Odd, maybe Juumonji-kun's a silent drunk?' Sena thought to himself as he moved his neck so that he could easily observe the people in front of him once again.
Then Juumonji began tilting his chair backwards.
"Uh, what are you doing?" Sena asked, once again receiving no answer.
And then Juumonji began leaning forward.
Despite his perfectly clear mind and non-sluggish movement all Sena could do, while thinking: 'Oh God, oh God, ohGodohGod.' over and over again was bring up his arms to his chest and freeze in that position like some sort of petrified animal.
Juumonji's face loomed closer still and Sena found himself clenching his eyes shut. 'Please, not my first kiss!'
Then their noses softly brushed and Juumonji ceased all forward movement to rub them together.
Sena stayed completely tense, even as Juumonji pulled away.
"We just Eskimo Kissed." The blonde said with a smile.
"Uh-hu." Sena answered, not quite certain what else to say in response to that.
Then Juumonji pushed Sena's chair back in it's usual upright position and wandered off.
'Okay, maybe Juumonji-kun's an affectionate drunk.' Sena brought up a hand to rub at his nose, vaguely wondering if he should worry about Juumonji testing out other types of kisses on him.