AN: I came across a selection of drunk drabble (200ish words in this case, I'm around roughly the 250 mark) prompts on Twitter and rolled with some of 'em for my main Trails ships! Along with Ash/Musse as a bonus because they're really fun to write :D
In vino veritas
#8, Kurt/Juna ("I want to believe you, I do.")
In retrospect, she really shouldn't have indulged as much as she did.
"Nuh uh! I can totally walk straight," a red-faced Juna protested, swaying on her feet in a manner that did nothing to reassure an extremely wary Kurt in the least. "Just waaaatch~!"
He was moving as soon as her legs buckled.
A couple of seconds and a well-timed catch later, Kurt had an arm solidly wrapped around Juna's waist, her face buried in Kurt's neck, and if getting her home was this difficult when she was tipsy he could only imagine how bad it would be if she were actually drunk.
He could somehow hear Ash's mocking laughter and Musse's teasing giggles in his head. They really weren't appreciated.
"… I coulda done it."
"I want to believe you, I do." He rolled his eyes when she smacked his arm and made an unhappy noise, whining against his collarbone. "Stop that."
"You stop that."
"Stop… what, exactly?"
"Bein' all super helpful! And… sober. And pretty."
Kurt stared.
"Yeah, stop bein' pretty. I don't like all the girls staring at you and stuff."
(Goddess, was the laughter getting louder?)
"I promise I'll try my best," he replied wryly, "right after I get you home so you can get some rest. Can I help you walk?"
"Mmkay," she decided with a slow nod, her lips brushing the side of his neck and making him shiver in spite of himself. "G'head."
"All right, then let's – "
"Kurt?"
"Yes?"
"Changed my mind. Don't stop bein' pretty. I like you pretty."
"… Duly noted."
#9, Machias/Emma ("I can't sleep.")
"Hello."
"Hi."
"I can't sleep."
"That's a problem," Emma said with a laugh as she glanced at the clock. "So, this is new. It's not often you call this late."
"Oh. Sorry."
"Hehe. No need to apologize. To be honest, I'm a little surprised to hear that you can't doze off, you sound exhausted right now…"
"Y-Yeah, I just got back from a… uh, after-hours gathering with some colleagues."
Well, she supposed that explained the drowsiness and slight slurring she detected.
"Ah, I see. Did you have fun?"
"Not really," he replied, a weary edge to his voice now. "While they're all pleasant to work with and pull their own weight, as soon as they get a little alcohol in them they can get very intrusive."
"Oh? How so?"
"They were under the impression that I needed female companionship," he told her, blessedly oblivious to how her fingers suddenly tightened around her ARCUS. "What a pile of rubbish. As if any of their choices could possibly compare to – "
He didn't finish. There was no need.
"M-Machias?" she finally managed, her cheeks bright red despite not having had a drop of liquor. "Are you all right?"
"I-I'm fine. I just wanted… I wanted to talk with you," he said, his words muffled and indistinct. "I'm - ugh, I'm acting ridiculous, aren't I?"
Her eyes softened.
"Don't worry about it. Now, go to sleep," she whispered, as tender as a kiss. "I'll call you in the morning, okay?"
"… Okay. Good night, Emma."
"Good night, Machias."
#11, Rean/Alisa ("You're very warm. It's comforting.")
Alisa thought she had the situation well in hand. Unfortunately for her, she'd forgotten just how clingy Rean could be when he was under the influence.
"… Hey. Schwarzer."
Rean barely stirred when she poked him, muttering something under his breath as he tightened his grip around her waist.
"You know," she started, trying and failing to keep the heat from rising in her cheeks as Rean snuggled closer, "if you want that water – and believe me, you're gonna want that water – I kinda need to get up."
"Don't want water," he declared, blearily opening his eyes and trying his damndest to keep them focused for more than a couple of seconds. "Want you."
Alisa's jaw dropped.
"Wh-Wh-Wh – "
"You're really warm," he continued, settling back down and missing her expression shift from completely flustered to completely flat in a heartbeat. "Comforting."
Alisa sighed and rolled her eyes, her fingers gently swimming through a shock of dark, soft hair. "Geez. How is it that you're barely conscious and you're still able to pull a cheesy line like that out of your hat?" she mused, her voice laced with affection. "Though I dunno how much it really counts if you kill the moment right after. I'm just your security blanket right now, is that it?"
Rean mumbled something that might've been 'uh huh' but said nothing more, humming in contentment when she caressed his cheek.
He was going to be death of her, he truly was.
"Well, when you put it like that… I guess I can stick around a little longer," and she giggled when he pressed a kiss to her palm, smiling against her warm skin.
#16, Ash/Musse ("How bad is it?")
Okay, he probably could have been enjoying this a little bit less. That said, funny was funny and Ash, if nothing else, took great pride in always bring true to who he was.
"How bad is it?" he asked Musse, strolling back into his room after he heard her stumble out of the bathroom, a smug grin on his face all the while. "Any toothpaste left or do I gotta make a run to the store later?"
"There's still half a tube and I feel awful, thank you for asking." She practically collapsed back into bed, hugging the pillow to herself while doing her best to glare Ash to death with red-rimmed, resentful eyes. "It's poor form to take pleasure in the suffering of others, you know."
"Geez, listen to you. You're hungover, not dying. Suck it up," he told her, sitting down next to her and snickering when she pouted and glared harder. "Hey, you want some tea?"
Musse's brow furrowed, considering.
"Look," he sighed, the voice of experience, "I know you feel like you can't keep anything down right now but take it from me, a little tea does wonders after a night of getting Sara'd."
Wonder of wonders, she actually cracked a weak smile.
"Does she know you're using her name like that?"
"Eh, what she don't know won't kill her. So, tea?"
"Please. That sounds lovely."
"Good. Stay here and don't die," he told her, sweeping wayward strands of mint away from her face with a touch that was as gentle as his tone was brusque. "Be back soon."
(She blew him a kiss as he walked out. He stiffened and looked down, pretending not to see.)