A/N: Thank you to all who offered help with beating up Excalibur, though it may be a little late... Anyone know a place where I can bury something without it ever being found... like for example a small body? Just an example! ^^
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Lady Shadow 77 - Yes indeed. That... thing really made me want to punch things. And so I did. I may have over done it though. Just a tad. And yes, DRUNK MAKA TIME! :D Part-tay!
Evilwhiskers - I just have this feeling you like the fluff...? Call it a hunch... ;) Yeah, my friends and me where chatting and the topic was 'what anime character are you most like?' and instantly everyone turned to me and went 'She is defintely Maka'. I maka chop (hell, I did that before soul eater did), read 24/7 and I'm not someone to mess with :D Bookstores are my best friends. Drunk SoMa and drunk antics, you say? Well, I'm not that kind of gal! *laughs sarcastically* Kidding! Just see below! ;D
LucidityAchieved - Yeah, fluff has become a regular word in my vocabulary. I wish Soul and Maka would actually kiss too. We all know they like each other... Everyone swears all the fucking time at our fucking school ;) Drunk Maka is awesome as you will see ;)
Soup. I love that word. I love the words fuzz and squid happens (Thanks Lucidity!) The word Huzzah!, wiffle waffled and fluff are good too. There are soooo many good words. Except that one word that begins with 't'. Yes, people. I mean turnips *shudders dramatically*
And now for some good DRUNK MAKA! *cheers and clapping*
Animal by Neon Trees
Soul wasn't sure which drink it was that tipped Maka over the line that was normality, straight into the land of piss drunk. Maybe the fifth, maybe the sixth, maybe the tenth. It didn't really matter though. What mattered was trying to pry her away from any guy she danced with and that was not easy at all.
Reasons why? Well, she was drunk. And a drunk Maka is a slap-happy Maka. Every time he tried to drag her away from whatever guy she was dancing with, she'd slap him angrily and go back to dancing. In fact, Soul was starting to think he'd never be able to get rid of the handprint-shaped slap mark on his cheek, ever. Secondly, drunk Maka is also a crazy flirt. Like, grab whatever guy who was free, pull him onto the dance floor and press up close and personal. Not that whatever guy it was minded. They all lapped up her attention, of course and Soul wanted to take his sythe to them every time he saw their expressions as they looked at Maka in a way he was not and never would be ok with. Also, every time he managed to get her away from whatever guy she'd be dancing with, (by throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her away, while she protested and thumped his back with her fists) she'd slip away again within seconds and he'd have to go seeking her out again, always finding her with a new drunken dance partner pressed up against her.
All of which meant Soul was not a happy camper. Not even a little. He should never had let his friends convince him and Maka to come to Death City's newest club with them. It had been a bad choice for sure.
Maka had disappeared again. He'd had a tight hold on her arm and suddenly something had slammed into the side of his face and when the room had stopped spinning, Maka had gone and Soul had realized she'd just punched him in the face. He looked around the room for her again, trying to spot the crimson of her very short dress or her ashy blonde hair, that she'd left out tonight.
He scanned the room and it was like he saw everyone he'd come here with, but Maka. Patti and Liz had started a drunken bar fight with a big gang of bikers. Except now the bikers were all unconcious and Patti was jumping up and down on one of them like he was some kind of trampoline. Liz was yelling for 'any more challenges'. Then he spotted a head of bright blue hair in the corner. BlackStar had obviously found Tsubaki in his drunken travels and Soul was thinking she must also be drunk, because a sober Tsubaki would never be making out with BlackStar in the corner. Kid was standing on top of a bar stool and was preaching at the top of his voice about the lack of symmetry in the room. The funny thing was, that Kid hadn't even had a single sip of alcohol all night. He was totally sober and totally pissing off the bartender, all without the asistance of liquid courage.
But still no Maka.
He got up and pushed his way through the dancing crowds, checking out the bar area and dark conrners. Well, that is until he came face to face with a drunk and angry Patty.
"You!" Patty slurred in the angry tone that only a woman could achieve. "You, that guy with the face..."
"Soul." He prompted, hoping she wasn't going to punch him too. Only his meister got that honor.
"Yeah, Soul!" Patty chirped, as if the name had been on the tip of her tongue, though Soul knew she had no idea who he was at her level of drunkeness. "Soul, your face reminds me of a shark..."
"That's nice, Patty." Soul said in his 'sooth the raging animal' tone.
Apparently, this was the wrong thing to say as Patty got a scary look on her face. "DON'T. Say. My. Naaaame!" She growled, poking him in the chest threateningly.
Oh, here we go, Soul thought to himself. He tried to thing of something to distract her and recalled the perfect thing. "Hey, I think Kid had a giraffe. Look, over there."
Soul pointed to where his was being pulled off the bar stool by the bartender now and Patty's face brightened. "Kid!" Then she scampered off in his direction, warbling the word 'giraffe' in a sing song voice.
Soul sighed at the close call and carried on his search.
Damn, Maka had sure hid somewhere this time. He scanned the crowds constantly, but no damn Maka. Waitresses where all over the places with their 'sir, would you like a drink' line and Soul hadn't been afraid to help himself.
Eventually, he'd realized that all the drinking he'd been doing meant he wasn't the right side of sobriety. After his fifth drink, he sort of acknowledged the fact he was drunk. After sixth drink, he acknowledged that someone had started spinning the room just a bit.
Of course, right when he was too drunk to think things through, that was when his partner appeared. Maka popped up right at his side. "Soooul!" She chirped happily, grabbing onto his arm and nuzzling it with her head like some sort of cat.
In normal circumstances, Soul would have seized his chance to grab her and drag her out of the club. But drunk Soul wanted some fuuuuuun. He grabbed Maka round the waist and she giggled happily. "Sooooul, dance with me!"
Again, normally Soul would turn her down. She was drunk, he wasn't thinking straight and dancing with Maka didn't exactly help him be good. But instead he smiled and let her pull him onto the dancefloor.
Maka grinned up at him with a sultry smile as they danced. He wasn't as close as she'd like him to be, but she liked how Soul's hands felt on her waist. He was warm, like a...like a toaster. A Soul toaster. The thought made her giggle like a little girl, which ended in Soul giving her a 'you nut' look, though he seemed to find her funny.
Maka liked how her partner's usually stark white hair was now changing colour under the lights of the club. She couldn't help but reach a hand out and brush through it curiously. Soul's hair was soft, not spikey like she'd thought it'd be.
"Er... Maka?" Soul asked in confusion as his drunken meister got up close to him and started running her hands through his hair. It was weird, but he was kind of liking it.
Maka frowned at his tone. She was hoping he'd be nicer when he was drunk. Sometimes Maka would catch Soul looking at her with an admiring and often, longing look. Well, at least she'd thought it was that. But then whatever he said next was usually insulting and hurtful. Would it kill him to give her one decent compliment? She decided to ask him. "Soul, why don't you... you know, like me? In that way?"
Ok, with Maka all close to him with his finger in his hair and asking questions like that, he should be rethinking this entire situation. But damn, he liked Maka. In fact, if he liked her anymore, he'd have even more trouble with those damned nosebleeds. More and more recently, he'd found himself looking at Maka in an entirely different way. He'd always found her hot, but now he found himself trying not to die of bloodloss when she walked out the bathroom in a towel or staring at her legs too long in those tiny shorts. Not good. "Oh trust me, Maka. I defintely like you in that way. No question of that."
Hmm. Maka tilted her head sideways to consider that. "But you're always so mean to me, Soul."
"Well, can't have you suspecting that I stare at you whenever you're not looking." Soul said cheerfully. The normal Soul would be crying if he heard himself say that, but drunk Soul was on a roll tonight it seemed. He seemed to be digging his own grave. "After all, you are really hot. Especially in this tiny dress that I'm thanking my lucky stars you wore tonight." Normally, he would have been Maka chopped by now. It was kind of refreshing that he could say whatever he wanted. So he carried on. "Though if I see you with yet another guy, I think I'll start taking a sythe to the guy."
Maka giggled happily, moving her hands from his hair to his shoulders. "Well, I really like you too, Soul."
Well that was fan-tucking-fastic. (A/N: My friend says that a lot lol) Another thing that was great is that Soul was not quite drunk enough for that not to register so when Maka said that he had to stop himself from practically throwing himself at her. She's drunk. She's drunk, damn it. She's just saying stuff. She's a flirt when she's drunk. But if she wasn't drunk... NO! Bad Soul! Think sober thoughts like... okay, that was not a sober thought. Bad Soul, no Maka-related thoughts. Only sober, thoughts like... a cold shower. A really cold shower. And no, Maka is not in that shower, you perv. Damn it!
But Maka was blissfully unaware of Soul's inner monolouge. Not that it mattered much, since the moment Maka pulled her hands away from him, he felt a little part of him go 'nooo, come back hands' which wasn't such a great idea.
Maka pouted sadly, looking all cute and lost. her voice was all miserable when she spoke. "You told me I had fat ankles."
...Of couse, Maka would remember that. He'd realized everything he'd insulted about her wasn't really a big deal and he had no physical insults, so he'd just made up something. Which was really a kind of lame insult, since everyone knows Maka's got this really great dancer body that's all slim and flexible and- okay, really not helping with the sober thoughts.
He pulled Maka closer to him, only so she wouldn't slip away again like she'd done earlier. "Well that was a complete lie, so ignore all that. You're ankles are as perfect as the rest of you."
Well, loose tongue is just another feature of dunk Soul it seemed, but Maka didn't seem to be bothered. Instead she blushed sweetly and put her head on his shoulder in embarrassment. Not good, not good, not good, but so good.
Maka was tired of playing around with Soul. They always had this awkwardness about them and she really wanted to know this, dang it. "Hey Soul?"
"Hmm?"
She looked up at him. "Do you want me, honestly?"
Crap. Not - In fact, do you know what? Damn it all to hell. Soul was tired of trying to be good when he was all close to Maka 'the tease' Albarn. He grabbed her by the waist firmly. "Hell yeah, I do."
Then he pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers.
Well, damn. Maka obviously wanted him as much as he wanted her. He loved that about her, how once she knew she wanted something, she'd put her all into it and it damn well showed. Though he'd never admit it sober, Soul hadn't really kissed many girls. When he lived with his family, he couldn't really slip out and hang with kids his age. When he'd first moved into Death City, he'd admit he'd hung around some girls who really liked him and he'd considered going out with them, but then Maka had started to get to him and he'd realized it was a cold day in hell when he settled for less than her. So yeah, he didn't have much experience with kissing, but he'd guess that Maka was good at it. Really good at it.
Maka pulled back a little and grinned. "About time, Soul." He was about to respond, but then he realized all that he could think of was something like mmfffhhmmm so he just kissed her again. He was making out with his meister in the middle of a dancefloor in a crowded club. Maka would kill him if she was sober, but she wasn't and she didn't seem to have any complaints as she slipped her hands into the back pockets of his jeans.
The next morning, he'd tell himself off for taking advantage of maka like this and how uncool he'd been. But then he'd realize maka was curled up in bed beside him and he wouldn't give a damn.
A/N: *blushes* I know what you gutter-minds are thinking about that last line, but their clothes were totally on. I am not as dirty minded as this may suggest. Okay, I am as red as a firetruck right now, honestly. I don't write lemons cuz I'm too easily embarrassed, but I'll be damned if this didn't sound like it was on a one-way trip to lemon-land.
Well, kiddies. I didn't have as much fun with drunk Maka and Soul as I'd hoped. I like making them silly. Maybe I'll do another drunk one, but later. I do love the drunkeness.
HEY - I have two questions for you guys! And the first question is: Which story on shuffle stories do you like the best? And none of that 'they're all ok' I want a proper answer! :P
Second question - Do any of you guys know any really good soul eater fanfics on here. I've read winter waltz, airship grigori (OMG IT'S AWESOME), LucidityAchieved's stories (drunk soul *dies with laughter*), Dancing to my own beat and Soul Fire and Black Widows (which is also soooo awesome)
So any good suggestions for me? Like do any of you write soul eater fics or have you read a really good one? Cuz I wanna know, damn it!
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