Hatori doesn't drink- never does, never has. It's enough trouble keeping Shigure and Ayame in line when he's sober.
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Hatori was very, very bored.
He slumped a little further onto his hand, and used the other to re-tuck the curtain of black hair behind his ear. Staring dourly at the little shot glass set in front of him, Hatori discreetly angled his head so he could see the wobbly, upside-down reflection of the people behind him.
Because, of course, if they caught him checking up on them again, Ayame would make those big, annoying tears, and Shigure would whine about how he was spoiling their good time.
They looked like they were having a fine time with those girls over there!
Hatori sighed; yawned, and checked his watch. It seemed like they were going to be at it for quite some time. He put his head down on his arms, and closed his eyes.
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"Oi! Oi, Hari-san, are you alive?"
"Oh, come off it, Gure-san. Hari-san doesn't even drink! He's just closing his eyes or something… right, Gure-san? Right?"
Hatori squeezed his eyes closed and intoned, "Don't be an idiot."
"Hari-san, you're so mean!"
"Shigure-san, you have the most annoying voice I have ever heard," said Hatori, now opening his eyes and blinking a little confusedly. "It's the worst kind of way to be woken up."
"Hari-san shouldn't be sleeping, anyway," complained Shigure. "We took you here to have some fun with us, but all you want to do is go to sleep? It's downright insulting."
"Did I say I wanted to be dragged along?" asked Hatori. "When I said I had light work tonight, that meant that I was looking forward to a fairly early bedtime, not that I wanted to drive for an hour and slink around Tokyo's nightclubs."
"We didn't make you come!" said Ayame. He blinked his eyes a few times, very big.
Hatori groaned. "Well, I'd rather lose some sleep now than be woken up in the middle night by a bunch of policemen carrying the two of you for disturbing the peace." He handed the two of them his shot glass. "Just go have fun."
After Shigure pouted some more, and Ayame got over his hysterics, the indomitable duo went back to the dance floor. And Hatori, after glaring at the strobe lights, went back to sleep.
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A few more hours into the morning, the lights dimmed, the club closed. A team of hugely built bouncers patrolled the room, waking up those drunk and stoned who could be woken up, and tossing the comatose into the street.
Shigure and Ayame were in neither category. They were slump in the backseat of Hatori's car, sound asleep.
Hatori occasionally checked them in the rearview mirror on his way home; asleep, the dog and snake bounced around the Volvo, but being inebriated as they were, neither woke. When they returned to Shigure's house, Hatori wrestled Shigure's key out of his pocket and opened the door. The men were heavy- he tossed them in the entryway, and after considering, left them there.
He would have taken Ayame back to the main house with him. But then he would have been woken up the next morning- that morning, Hatori thought wryly- by an occasionally very annoying snake trying to make amends.
And he would rather sleepa little more,and avoid their hangovers.
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Owarii
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:: notes
Well, ok. That had no point whatsoever. But I was trying to think of a nice new year's fic, and I came up with that instead. Go figure. Feels like it could have been a nice, long and funny fic, but I'm too tired :: sweatdrop ::. It just makes me think that I should do some kind of companion fic, called "Sake".
:: contemplates Hatori getting drunk ::
Hmm. Well, review if you liked it?