Babysitting drunk blake was so not how soul pictured spending this evening. Actually he hadn't really pictured doing anything that involved stepping off the four sides of his bed. But drunk blake is a force to be reckoned with.
After walking three blocks over and literally climbing up the side of a building blake was throwing another poor unsuspecting victim out of his bed and onto the fire escape with full intention of creating an entourage.
"God damn it blake, I told you didn't want to go drinking." the guy yelled. Blake dropped him from his shoulder and stretched.
"shut up kilik you never get out. its time for social interaction." blake slurred making air quotes over social.
"Dude I have little sisters to wake up in the morning. I don't have time for a hangover. "
"Your not their dad kilik, live a little. " he huffed starting down the street. soul paused locking eyes with the other boy. "Don't look at me, I got drug here too. " kilik huffed. "Sometimes I question my decision to know you. "
"Yeah until I save your ass in battle, again." he stuttered drunken but smug.
"Not like I haven't done the same for you." kilik scoffed.
"And I'm very grateful, now can we get going?" blake huffed annoyed. He started into a drunken jog trying to make a mostly straight line down the street but still ended up dancing from curb to curb every other block
He slowed his pace to an amble once a Greg stone came unto sight "last stop boys." He dug the toe of his shoes into the cracks between brick and scaled his way up the building, not a foot away from a much more convenient fire escape, and slung a window open. He perched on the sill for a moment shouting into the room but quickly lost patience and opted for physical force in the abduction of his latest victim.
There was a struggle before he came pulling a half asleep Dean Mortimer out of the window. Hair surprisingly tidy for the middle of the night.
Elizabeth hung out the window waving. "Bring him back in one piece"
"No promises." Blake called back. kilik and soul shared a pitiful look with the newest arrival but kid was too busy being jostled around on Blake's shoulder and attempting to keep his PJs wrinkle free to notice.
Poor kid was struggling all the way down the road. Yelling about being carried and nights are for beauty sleep and the asymmetry of it all.
He was ignored as much as the others.
Blake led them down a side road and within sight of a bar. it looked pretty run down though still packed full of people like most late night attractions in death city.
cringy rock music was pounding out of the open door, and more than a few drunk guys were hovering by the curb looking like they'd rather be bent over a toilet bowl.
"Alright boys, let's get wasted." blake cackled dragging them inside.
the first drink was bitter but definitely made his surroundings more tolerable. Drinks two and three were a testament to how easily he was pressured and finally drink four had him cherry faced and a little dizzy.
kilik had refused his third and was sitting at a thorough sober despite blake's complaints. And kid, well he had a talk with the bartender about symmetry before trying his first shot and nearly passing out.
Blake was, as always, being loud and obnoxious. The only difference is in this sort of place that tended to cause fights. So karaoke was a must, even if Blake's singing voice made most people want to gouge their eyes out. if he was distracted then he wasn't insulting large drunk men and soul wouldn't have to call someone in to handle the situation.
Someone that was definitely not him because no. He only fought kishins. Meisterless and half drunk was not how he wanted to he arrested especially if he could get some dwma "Endangering pure souls" punishment slapped on.
The only problem was he had no idea what he was going to do in attempt to not fall asleep as long as drunk Blake was running the streets technically under his watch as he was the highest ranking dwma member present. even if it was grossly against his will.
soul sighed into the booze and peanut laden air, glancing at kid in his seat beside him all loopy and delirious. he wasn't asleep yet but the glazed look in his eye and unnervingly still demeanor suggested that he would be soon.
Either that or he was dying of alcohol poisoning. It was unlikely after only one shot but who knows reapers might have no alcohol tolerance. It would he a bitch if he died though. how was he going to sit down with his boss and explain that he witnessed his son drink shinigami poison and didn't do anything out of sheer ignorance.
Ok. Calm your shit. That's just the anxiety talking. No need to play the worst possible scenario game. Especially not with alcohol in your vains. We do not wanna see how that effects it. Focus on the task at hand. kid is incapacitated but alive, that's good enough. kilik is sober and glaring at everything that moves, pissed is fine as long as he's alive and accounted for. now where's idiot number 3.
He's no longer singing karaoke. shit. he could be anywhere. "kilik, did you see where Blake went?"
kilik shook his head. shit. "watch kid I'll be right back. " kilik nodded.
OK communicating exclusively through head movement. that's great.
He couldn't get stuck with a more cooperative group of assholes could he? No of course not, because they were rounded up by blackstar who by the way didn't even stay thirty fucking minutes with the people he wanted to go out with so badly, he abducted them from their beds.
He did a lap around the perimeter of the bar, popping his head into the bathroom and the vacant hallway. he hoped to find him doing something mostly harmless, like failing at getting a girls number, or taking a piss.
Lady luck was not on his side. Instead he found him with a fistful of some chicks ass, and her boyfriend getting rightfully peeved.
A fist connected with his jaw and soul winced at the sound. blackstar staggered for a moment, before pulling his phone and keys from his pocket and setting them on a near by table. he turned to the boyfriend and lunged knocking then both back into the bar.
both boys rolled across the floor, punches exchanged and spots of blood dotted the floor.
soul grabbed for blackstar's phone, flipping it open so quickly it near slipped from his grip.
blake's crappy flip phone shuddered to life and soul urged it to hurry and open the contracts.
soul found the speed dial list with a whopping three contacts labeled as fallowing.
3: food,
2: tsubaki,
1: if found drunk or lost.
soul fallowed the directions hitting the contact and waiting through the rings.
"hello?" the voice seemed to be female and mostly asleep though at who even fucking knows o clock in the morning it was to be expected.
"umm, Blake is drunk and fighting, we can't get him off the guy." he tried to relay the urgency of the situation in his voice but only stuttered helplessly.
soul fallowed the two brawlers outside hoping to keep them in sight until help arrived.
"where?" the voice asked accompanied by the sound of shuffled clothing. soul had the feeling that this wasn't the first time who ever was on the other side of the phone, had been called down to some bar in the middle of the night to drag him home.
"uhh" he glanced around for street signs. "A bar, on the corner of coffee and Pritchet."
"I'll be there in five minutes, keep him in sight till I get there. "
soul watched blackstar get thrown back into the building the other guy fallowing him in.
"yeah, will do. "
then the line went dead.
soul shoved the device back into his pocket and hurried into the bar. the bouncer had already gotten mixed up in the brawl and was promptly knocked out. now the bartender had the police on the phone. shit.
He grabbed kid by the collar of his shirt and hauled him into a standing position. " kilik, take him home."
he nodded at the command.
"what about you?" soul shrugged "some girl, apparently knows how to handle this." he gestured awkwardly to the blood that trailed into the building.
"ah, Maka's coming then." kid slurred drunkenly from Kilik's shoulder. kilik shot him a dark look.
"who's maka?"
"his sister. " kid replied easily.
that made sense. only some one unfortunate enough to grow up with this Blake would know how to handle him.
"I thought Blake was adopted."
kilik coughed uncomfortably.
"He is, his foster dad is maka's God father. so they grew up together. I still can't believe the idiot hadn't given her away out of mask." kid slurred his words a bit less, trying to make himself looking competent. it was a bit difficult considering he was such a light weight.
kilik pulled kid sharply to the side. "Dean Mortimer you of all people know the rules on identities. shut your trap."
kid looked him over for a long moment. An uncomfortable air settled between them before kid turned away dramatically almost taking kilik down with him.
"Forget I said anything."
yeah OK that wasn't weird or anything. soul turned to see blake get tossed over a table top. and when he turned back the others were out the door already.
this maka chick better know what she's doing.
OK I know this took way too long but I had to rewrite it a few times. I didn't think the concept through all the way when I started and I had to change a few things. I'm happy with this chapter though and for once I'm not going to make you sit through ten damn chapters of suspense before something actually happens.
