Day 11 - Hangovers

Iruka woke to the brassy sound of trumpets blaring. He appreciated Kakashi's interest in jazz music. But, he did not want have anything to do with it, not at 8:00 AM, not when they had been out until 3:00 AM drinking the evening before and not when he had already been subjected to Chirstmas carols for the past three weeks. He put the pillow over his head.

Kakashi's voice was muffled. But, it sounded like he was standing right over him. "I spy with my little eye a hungover school teacher."

He attempted to lift the pillow from Iruka's head. Iruka smacked his hand away and groaned, "What did I do to deserve this?"

"Aw," Kakashi crooned, patting the pillow. "Somebody's Mr. Grumpypants today."

"Why don't you ever get hangovers?" he asked, voice full of bitterness and bile.

"Because I'm too cool." Iruka peeked out from under the pillow with one eye. He saw that Kakashi stood proudly in the center of the room, wearing only his cowl, a pair of tube socks - which Iruka had told him repeatedly to stop borrowing, his gloves and white briefs. He wore the Santa hat that he had lifted from the party the night before down over his left eye. "Obviously."

Iruka snorted derisively. Pain shot through his scull. "Don't make me laugh."

"So cool." He danced backwards into the kitchen.

Iruka threw the pillow at him and missed. "Stop."

"The coolest!"

Kakashi re-emerged from the kitchen still dancing. He moved slowly across the room back towards the bed.

Iruka laughed again. This time he thought he might throw up. "No. No."

"Anything to hear you laugh, sugar-tit," Kakashi teased.

"Oh..." Iruka threw an arm over his eyes, moaned and groped the bed side for a projectile to throw at his partner. "It's like you re knifing me in the eye."

"Seriously though." Kakashi's voice flattened. He climbed up onto the mattress, squatted over Iruka's hips and leered down at him like that was a perfectly normal thing to do. He held out a glass of orange juice that smelled of vodka. "It's because I drink a lot of water and stick to one type of booze. Here. Hair of the dog. You have to be at the academy for the secret Santa exchange in an hour."