All thoughts of decor were banished with the sickening eruption of the most heart-rendering belch any man had ever heard. It occurred to Zell that Seifer was the type of person who may actually have worked to develop such a skill. He mentally congratulated him as he shuffled through the dim apartment to his sitting. Seifer let his full six foot one weight drop heavily onto the metal framed couch. First Zell heard a creak, and then a heavy thud and yell when his companion both realized gravity preferred you to be mostly ON the object you planned to reside on and that that meant he was going to hit the floor. Pleasant.
It was even too pathetic for Zell to laugh at. Instead, Seifer remained a moment longer, face down on the floor before emitting a low moan that echoed from deep in his throat. If only he had experienced this years before, when it would have given him real pleasure to finally have something embarrassing to say about him. Although, knowing Seifer he would have recovered and just found some way to twist the truth. It wasn't so much what he said as the way he said it that got to people. Or used to. Maybe he should help him get up, he seemed to be groping on the floor in an attempt to either imitate a lobster or to get up off the floor.
Definitely a lobster imitation, but it wasn't good enough to watch. That left only one other option. "Up you go"
"Thanks *chicken*"
"Most of the patients call me Nurse Dincht"
"..You've chai-enged"
"You haven't. You still smell like shit."
"toush-ey"
"I'll get you some water"
"I duhna wahn' any wadda ef you arrr gonn' be ahl mea 'bout i'"
"I'll make sure to kiss each ice cube first."
"Thahs betta"
Zell made sure to watch Seifer to make sure he wasn't about to pass out too soon. For the amount the man drank in such a short time, he was holding up pretty well. Or he had a high tolerance. Or maybe he was just used to it. Whichever reason it was, it didn't seem that drinking was any kind of regularity for him at that time. His fridge, freezer, and trash checked negative for any liquor. The apartment's kitchenette was pretty sparse. A two panel stove top and two shelf oven. The white counter was scratched and worn, but seemed as if it had been cleaned as much as it could be from years of use. It was decorated only with a white plastic cutting board, a black coffee maker, and a small microwave. Guess he wasn't used to having company. There was only a few cupboards and drawers. Nothing much exciting in there, just the usual stuff. He had been hoping for something exciting, hopefully Seifer would just say something worth hearing.
Seifer muttered somethig that sounded like "I hope you didn't spit in it" or "how do I know you didn't spit in it", but either way, he got the general gist and replied: "I think you've got enough alcohol content for one night." Seifer just grinned and tooka messy swallow of water. Most of it spilled onto his chest, plastering the neckline of his t-shirt to his body. Seifer wanted to say 'I'll never be a ballerina!', but only managed a choked giggle.
"Hyne, you're gonna fuckin drown in a glass of water." Zell growled, hefting Seifer up by the shoulders to sit up. It wasn't easy either, bastard was heavy and he wasn't junctioned. He gave Seifer two good hits on the back, secretly enjoying the way his head tilted around whenever one of his hands landed. He made some kind of gugrling noise, but a kind of I'm breathing better gurgling noise. That was good enough.
"Ugh, hel me si up" Seifer struggled to properly move both his legs over the side of the couch AND pivot his body AND balance. The first was going okay, but the second two not so much. Strong arms wrapped around his side and moved him so that he was facing forward instead of at the ceiling from the floor. He smiled bashfully (ok, for Seifer bashfully) at Zell, "heh, thanksh." Seifer at least didn't look like he was going to pass out. A yawn meant he was actually tired. Actually, Zell himself was pretty tired and did his best to stifle his own yawn. He started to think how he could get out of babysitting Seifer any longer. Since it was his fault that he was in this situation anyway, he didn't see any easy way out other than leaving the other man and crossing his fingers.
"Seifer! Get off!" Zell had thought over all the kinds of things that could go wrong meeting up with Seifer. This had NOT been one of the scenarios he'd imagined. Seifer, on the other hand, seemed just fine with it. As soon as his body had toppled over into Zell's lap, he wrapped his arms under his head and lazily lifted his legs onto the couch. He looked rather comfortable. And smug. What was the difference with him? "I could have just gotten you a pillow..."
"Nah a wahm one." He replied in the middle of another yawn. He curled one arm possessively around Zell's knee. It was clear that drunken Seifer had no drunken intentions of letting the not so drunken Zell leave.
"Hyne!" defeat.
It was even too pathetic for Zell to laugh at. Instead, Seifer remained a moment longer, face down on the floor before emitting a low moan that echoed from deep in his throat. If only he had experienced this years before, when it would have given him real pleasure to finally have something embarrassing to say about him. Although, knowing Seifer he would have recovered and just found some way to twist the truth. It wasn't so much what he said as the way he said it that got to people. Or used to. Maybe he should help him get up, he seemed to be groping on the floor in an attempt to either imitate a lobster or to get up off the floor.
Definitely a lobster imitation, but it wasn't good enough to watch. That left only one other option. "Up you go"
"Thanks *chicken*"
"Most of the patients call me Nurse Dincht"
"..You've chai-enged"
"You haven't. You still smell like shit."
"toush-ey"
"I'll get you some water"
"I duhna wahn' any wadda ef you arrr gonn' be ahl mea 'bout i'"
"I'll make sure to kiss each ice cube first."
"Thahs betta"
Zell made sure to watch Seifer to make sure he wasn't about to pass out too soon. For the amount the man drank in such a short time, he was holding up pretty well. Or he had a high tolerance. Or maybe he was just used to it. Whichever reason it was, it didn't seem that drinking was any kind of regularity for him at that time. His fridge, freezer, and trash checked negative for any liquor. The apartment's kitchenette was pretty sparse. A two panel stove top and two shelf oven. The white counter was scratched and worn, but seemed as if it had been cleaned as much as it could be from years of use. It was decorated only with a white plastic cutting board, a black coffee maker, and a small microwave. Guess he wasn't used to having company. There was only a few cupboards and drawers. Nothing much exciting in there, just the usual stuff. He had been hoping for something exciting, hopefully Seifer would just say something worth hearing.
Seifer muttered somethig that sounded like "I hope you didn't spit in it" or "how do I know you didn't spit in it", but either way, he got the general gist and replied: "I think you've got enough alcohol content for one night." Seifer just grinned and tooka messy swallow of water. Most of it spilled onto his chest, plastering the neckline of his t-shirt to his body. Seifer wanted to say 'I'll never be a ballerina!', but only managed a choked giggle.
"Hyne, you're gonna fuckin drown in a glass of water." Zell growled, hefting Seifer up by the shoulders to sit up. It wasn't easy either, bastard was heavy and he wasn't junctioned. He gave Seifer two good hits on the back, secretly enjoying the way his head tilted around whenever one of his hands landed. He made some kind of gugrling noise, but a kind of I'm breathing better gurgling noise. That was good enough.
"Ugh, hel me si up" Seifer struggled to properly move both his legs over the side of the couch AND pivot his body AND balance. The first was going okay, but the second two not so much. Strong arms wrapped around his side and moved him so that he was facing forward instead of at the ceiling from the floor. He smiled bashfully (ok, for Seifer bashfully) at Zell, "heh, thanksh." Seifer at least didn't look like he was going to pass out. A yawn meant he was actually tired. Actually, Zell himself was pretty tired and did his best to stifle his own yawn. He started to think how he could get out of babysitting Seifer any longer. Since it was his fault that he was in this situation anyway, he didn't see any easy way out other than leaving the other man and crossing his fingers.
"Seifer! Get off!" Zell had thought over all the kinds of things that could go wrong meeting up with Seifer. This had NOT been one of the scenarios he'd imagined. Seifer, on the other hand, seemed just fine with it. As soon as his body had toppled over into Zell's lap, he wrapped his arms under his head and lazily lifted his legs onto the couch. He looked rather comfortable. And smug. What was the difference with him? "I could have just gotten you a pillow..."
"Nah a wahm one." He replied in the middle of another yawn. He curled one arm possessively around Zell's knee. It was clear that drunken Seifer had no drunken intentions of letting the not so drunken Zell leave.
"Hyne!" defeat.