Gamagoori figured he would end up in this situation. Although he didn't hold his liquor well, Mako held hers like a brand new drinker. By four drinks down, she was face down on the table, wondering when snacks were arriving and trying to get him to constantly kiss him, which in theory did not bother him but it was embarrassing as hell seeing that they were not an item. People kept on taking pictures of them when they thought he wasn't looking, and he knew gossip would be on high alert come morning even with most of the campus hungover.

He wasn't faring entirely well with his alcohol, not entirely drunk like Mako, but close to it. He faired much better under the influence of alcohol, being able to retain most of his ability to walk, interact, and speak without coming off as obviously drunk, but he had his moments where he could not control his muddied mind.

What hurt even more so was when Ryuuko found them in their cozy private booth, and blamed him for how she was when in fact she decided to drink with him.

"Ryuuuuko! Ira didn't get me drunk, I gots me drunk! He didn't want to be alone so I joined 'im and drank a little."

Ryuuko stood her ground. "You're slurring so heavily I can barely make you out, how many drinks did you have?"

Mako held up three fingers. "Two."

"Five." Gamagoori corrected, "I did not know how tolerant to alcohol she was, so I let her continue to drink."

"You're speech isn't faring well either, Gamagoori." Ryuuko scolded, taking the drink in his hand away and quickly drinking it against Gamagoori's protests seeing that he paid for the drink and lost the three dollar beer to a heavy drinker.

"I know it's not, things are getting blurry but I think I can hang...hang in there at least until I can escape."

Mako slung herself across him. "Let me stay, please, Ryuuko? Gama can still walk and stuff, he can walk me home to his dorm. You're stayin' here too right?"

Ryuuko chuckled softly, her parent aura sliding off just enough for comfort. "I guess so, but if I find out, Gamagoori, that you took advantage of her like this, I swear to my foot, it's going up your ass so far, you'll be studying on how to get my shoe out of your lower intestine."

Gamagoori looked offended, his face twisting in horror. "Why would I ever think of doing such a disgusting thing as taking advantage of an incapacitated woman? Do you really see me as some insolent, disgusting rapist who can't control his sexual urges?"

Ryuuko took his empty glass, waving it toward him. "Making sure you were still there under that cloud of alcohol, but I am dead serious; try anything, get some surgery books out because the boot be going up your anus."

Gamagoori nodded, softly pushing Mako off of him. "Understood, Matoi."

"Ryuuko, I'm out of cash, can you order me another drink? Something strong this time, like straight vodka!"

Gamagoori and Ryuuko turned on her in unison. "Absolutely not, you're already drunk."

Mako groaned, not agreeing with her friends decision to cut off her alcohol tap, but she changed her interest as she dove for the food suddenly heading toward their way, inhaling the pile of deep-fried french fries without a second's hesitation.

Ryuuko looked back at Gamagoori. "Just keep her safe, seeing that I'll be getting hammered okay? She deserves some 'get loose' time. Just make sure she's safe."

Mako snuggled up to Gamagoori again as Ryuuko left, sighing softly into his arm. "Ira?"

"Hm?"

"Do you want to go back? We both know that if we stay any longer, I won't be awake and neither will you."

Gamagoori smiled. "Your intelligence is showing, but yes I agree with you. We should get out of here."

Mako giggled, hiccuping once before looking up at him and kissing his nose. "I can be funny when I'm drunk!"

Gamagoori sighed and shimmied out of the booth, helping Mako out as she stumbled out and against him, her hands digging into the thin material of his shirt. Although immediately flustered, Gamagoori controlled his actions even with the haze of alcohol clinging to him, and helped lead Mako out of the party hall and into the cool night. Mako clung to him as they walked down the steps together, Mako giggling about something he was doing. He knew his steps were not even, and he swayed time to time as they walked. He couldn't stop himself from smiling down at her the entire walk, happy at least that he had this time with her.

"Hey, hey Gama...can we stop for a moment?"

He stopped alongside the dark of a silent dorm, about five minutes out from his dorm. Within the dark shade of the green area lay a candle-lit gazebo, the school's tribute to the student's lives and prosperity. Mako jogged out of sight without another word, her retching pointing Gamagoori through the dark to her side as she expelled what little she ate against the base of a tree strung with lights.

"Fries don't taste nice a second time." Mako moaned as she leaned on the tree she puked on, Gamagoori helping her stay out of the pile of regurgitated mess.

"It's okay, M-mako..."

Mako was instantly back on her feet, at Gamagoori's side. "Are you okay, feeling okay?"

"You only needed to puke?" Gamagoori questioned as leaned against the tree behind him, his head suddenly pounding, his mind blurring more than usual. Mako shook his shoulders, and slowly put him on his butt against the tree. Mako, now with a clearer mind, sat in front of him as his eyes showed signs of unfocus.

"I think the alcohol finally hit full force." Mako noted, putting her hand under his chin. He looked at her uncertainly, but smiled.

"I-I think so too. You're blurry around the edges." Gamagoori told her, poking at her nose, "So is this, and your forehead..."

Mako giggled as Gamagoori poked several places, his fingers shaking as he moved around his face. He pulled her closer with a tug on her arm, and she fell off her knees into his lap.

"And your lips are blurry as well."

Mako gasped as he pulled her closer, his lips touching hers delicately, the kiss lighter than she expected. She leaned into it as he brought her close, but drew away once his kiss got deeper.

"I just puked, and we're drunk, we shouldn't do this."

Gamagoori struggled against the vices of his alcohol-swarmed mind, his hands hovering around her. She could see the true Ira come through, and he scrambled to get her off him, and to apologize for his wrong actions. He looked ashamed and disgusted with himself, and Mako didn't like that look on him. She lifted his fallen head again, gently running her index finger along his jaw.

"You're forgiven. C-come on, let's get home so we can actually think rationally, 'kay?"

Gamagoori smiled and leaned into her hand, his left cupping the hand on him. "It's a plan then. Can you, um...can you help me up?"

Mako nodded and made her way under one of his arms. "Come on, big drunk guy. Let's make our drunk way to your place. Do you have sugar at home?"

"I'll check when we get there, hopefully."

Mako sat comfortably in a mound of a blanket, smiling as she ate away at a blue-frosted cupcake. The walk back to his dorm was a wild one, seeing that Mako had to puke once more and she did not so secretly. She felt partly bad for the cleaning man who had to clean up her barf in the middle of the courtyard of his building.

After finally reaching his dorm, and stumbling inside without puking, falling, kissing (for the most part), or hitting anything, they settled in, got comfortable, and snacked down on junk food Gamagoori had hidden for special occasions. She was dressed in her under-the-skirt shorts and one of Gamagoori's borrowed short-sleeved shirts, but she was rather comfy in the loose clothing. Gamagoori sat up with her on the other end of his bed, facing her as he chomped down on his second cupcake.

"So are we just...to eat sugary stuff the rest of the night and then sleep away the next day?" Gamagoori asked, swallowing a mouthful of sugar. Mako nodded quickly, and adjusted her blanket.

"Sounds like a plan! Besides, I never get enough sugar because Ryuuko always locks it away...she big meanie."

"She cares about you, Mako. She probably did it to make sure you stay on top of school."

Mako pouted. "Stay drunk, I'm still drunk!"

Gamagoori snorted. "I am still drunk, you're still blurry and I'm doing this!"

Gamagoori crawled up to Mako and took her by the lips, kissing her fully. Mako squeaked but did not push him away, setting what was left of her sweets down and kissing him back, one hand keeping her up as the other wound around his neck and into his hair. They could taste the tinge of alcohol and the overwhelming power of sugar. They pulled away as their lungs ached for air, but they immediately went for it again, but only for a brief moment.

"I hope I remember this when I wake up." Mako murmured as Gamagoori settled back on his behind, closer now to Mako.

"I hope so as well."

Mako giggled and finished off her cupcake, curling up within her borrowed blanket. "Question time!"

Gamagoori finished his cupcake off and settled against the wall. "Shoot."

"Where do I sleep?"

Gamagoori immediately blushed. "W-well not on the floor, absolutely not. There's only this bed...and my couch but..."

Mako crawled up closer, her eyes blinking innocently as her face lit up in a light blush. Gamagoori sputtered on his breath, his blush growing. Mako poked at his cheeks as she gasped in breath.

"But...?"

Gamagoori swallowed audibly. "But...you can sleep with me, on the bed, i-if you want to stay for that fact..."

Mako jumped on his shoulders, giggling into his neck. "I would love to sleep with you...b-but only sleep, not you know- sexual sleeping, and I'm making this sound horrible, oh my god!"

Gamagoori laughed, and Mako's embarrassment disappeared. She had never heard him laugh so...purely before, and it was beautiful. She sat amazed as he laughed at her play of words, and went silent once he noticed her staring at him with wonder.

"What's wrong?"

Mako looked away. "Y-your laugh...it's really...amazing, and perfect."

Gamagoori smiled. "Thank you, Mako."

"You look sleepy."

"You look the same. Um...s-shall we?"

Mako threw her blanket over Gamagoori, pulling the edges so he fell closer to her. "Let's go, you, it's bedtime!"

Gamagoori braced himself, his hands beside Mako. "Wait, Mako..."

"Hm?"

"This...has been amazing, and even though we're drunk still and my words may not even be remembered...but I really do like you, Mako."

Mako grabbed his hand as he reached for her, the other running through her hair briefly.

"I hope we remember this, otherwise I'll...we'll never be able to get this close again...not with the way I intent to study and work until I graduate."

Mako crawled up into his lap, not bothering with asking and simply curling up within his embrace. With quick movement and an uneasy turn around, Gamagoori stretched out on the bed, Mako still curled up into his side, their shared blanket throw haphazardly over their legs. Mako scooted up closer to his chest as he moved to his side, adjusting one arm under Mako's head to let her use it as a pillow, and draped the other over her.

"Let's hope we always remember this then. No matter what."