Alcohol and Best Mates Rating/Warnings: Yaoi. Angst. Swearing and drunkenness. The usual. Rated R, to be safe.
A/N: Time to meet Blaise and his Irish Import, Liam. I rp as both of them. Also, I rp Blaise as a metamorphamagus or whatever it's called...you know, what Tonks is. That's my explanation for his seemingly gender-lackage.
"Part One"
Blaise laughed and knocked into Liam, both of them stumbling as they staggered down the dusty path. Another brilliant summer night spent boozing and laughing and lurching about. Wonderful.
Liam wrapped a long arm around Blaise, bringing the other lad close to him. He chuckled into the collar of Blaise' blue shirt, breath smelling strongly of Guinness. "Well, 'bout ye, Blaise?"
Blaise tripped sending them to fall against a stonewall. He laughed. "Never better, Liam... Never better..." He sighed, and they slipped to sit on the grass, half in an embrace. "I live for days like these."
" Don't we all, flah, don't we all..." Liam murmured, brushing his lips against Blaise's chin. One hand slipped between the buttons of the blue shirt.
Blaise jerked, looking down at Liam. "What are you doing?" Liam looked at him. " Don't tell me ye've never got off with someone, Blaise."
"Excuse me?" Blaise said. "You're my best friend!"
Liam squinted at him, confused. He pulled away, sitting up. "Well, ye got me flummoxed..." Liam said, scratching his head. "I though ye were... " He laughed lightly. "Well...I'm stung."
Blaise stared at him for a moment. "You thought I was what?"
"Hmm? Oh. It's nothing - Just the Guinness talking."
"Bullocks." Blaise said. "You didn't nearly have enough to let the booze talk. What you were saying?"
Liam looked at him over his shoulder. "I thought somethin' that obviously ain't so, and now I'm going to dander on home." He stood, bracing himself against the wall. "See ye in the morn, Blaise."
Blaise wobbly stood and rested a hand on Liam's shoulder. "Stop it. What's going on?"
"It seemed clear that ye were fancying somethings, but I missaw what it was." Liam smiled at Blaise. "Let it lye, boyo. I meant nothing."
Blaise watched blearily as Liam tottered away, whistling in the night. What the hell was all that about?
"Part Two"
Liam and Blaise flopped in the grass, breath frosting on late autumn air. Breathing hard and pulses hammering wildly, their laughter echoed, for once not because of the ringing in their ears. That night was one of those rare sober nights, and either way, it was nice.
"Can I ask you something?" Blaise said suddenly. "Promise you won't freak out?
Liam propped himself up on one arm, turning to face his friend. "Sure."
"Have you ever..." Blaise seemed hesitant. "Been attracted to a guy?"
"O' course." Liam said casually, playing with the seam of his coat. "Why?"
"I dunno." Blaise said uncertainly. "I mean, I like girls, but I like guys too..."
"It's called being bisexual." Liam said. " Don't get up in riles about it - it isn't bad."
"No," Blaise agreed, "It's not, but it's like...it feels somehow wrong. Like I should be swinging one way, and I don't know which it is."
Liam studied Blaise carefully. "Not meaning to be rude, but do you have your shapeshifting sorted out?"
Blaise' features shifted, hazel eyes momentarily changing blue, then violet and back. He sighed and sat up. "Sort of."
Liam nodded. "Thought as much. Listen - walk around a bit - test things out, you know? You'll find a way."
"It's embarrassing, though." Blaise muttered. "I couldn't just go up to someone and start something with them..."
Liam moved closer to Blaise. "Then trust in a friend, aye?" He locked gazes with the other boy, suggestively raising an eyebrow.
"What are you saying?"
"You're my best mate, Blaise. I'll give my help, if need be."
"You're not serious, are you?"
" Don't tell me you'd be embarrassed with me, lad - I've already seen you drunk, horny and naked."
Blaise blushed slightly. "And vice versa."
"Aye - now are you wanting my offer?"
Blaise thought about it for a second, staring at Liam. Liam smiled and waited.
"Part Three"
Another blurry memory, half hidden in a mist of sweet tasting alcohol. This time it was winter - cold and frosty. There was snow falling and drifting down from the sky. Blaise and Liam danced about drunkenly in it, bleeding a bit here and there. It was just after a bar room fight, which Liam had purposely started in an attempt to keep warm.
Dizzy, and not any warmer than he wanted to be, Liam wrapped long arms around Blaise, deciding to use a ploy that every wise man used at least once in his lifetime.
"You know what?"
Blaise shivered, resting his head on the shorter boy's shoulder. "What?"
"I had this uncle who went on a penguin expedition in the north."
"Musta been cold." Blaise mumbled.
Liam smiled, running a finger along the twisting tendons in Blaise's neck. "Aye, it was, lad." Blaise smiled, breath ghosting over Liam's cheek. "You want to know what he did to keep from freezing to death?"
"Put on a sweater?"
"No-" Liam laughed. "He shared his body heat - however little - with another person."
Blaise yawned. "Li?"
"Blaise?"
"I think I may just be freezing to death."
"Oh, I can fix that..."