Title: Vodka Neat
Blood Type: Oatmeal Chocolate Chip
Fandom: Gravitation
Disclaimer: Gravitation is not owned by me in any way, shape or form. But I have to obey it. Because it's the law.
Warnings: Um. It is unlawful to ingest alcohol if you are under 21 (U.S. only). Also, if you are nursing, pregnant or intend to become pregnant, consuming alcohol could be detrimental to the health of your fetus.
Author's Notes: This was written as a non-denominational, non-holiday holiday gift for Cass. Merry Day!
Grey Goose. Tohma watched carefully as the bartender poured the vodka enticingly into the glass, the liquor just barely swirling up to meet the crystal lip. Life blood.
"Thank you, Mizushiro-san," he said as the glass slid across the bar and sent shards of light reflecting through the glass. Some found the aroma pungent; Tohma found it pleasing – it led into the taste of the vodka.
"I didn't expect to see you here. Not so early in the afternoon, at least."
The smirk in the voice was apparent. Of course, it was a voice that he would never be able to forget. A voice that sometimes haunted him a night…
"Eiri-san. Five o'clock is not exactly 'early'."
Eiri pushed up his shirtsleeve in order to get a better look at the gold Rolex. Probably a birthday gift from Mika. Mika-san. Tohma downed the rest of the vodka, savoring the sensation as it burned the back of his throat. He suppressed the urge to cough and placed the cup back on the bar, nodding at Mizushiro to refill the glass. There was a long moment of silence before the chair next to him was pulled back with a loud scrape and Eiri took the seat next to him, as he had expected.
"Wudbeiser. In a bottle."
Mizushiro spun around, snagging the bottle of Grey Goose and a chilled beer from the refrigerator sitting against the back wall of the bar. The alcohol splashed into the glass and the cap was snapped off the bottle of beer. "Vodka helps the medicine go down," Tohma explained shortly, downing the second glass.
"Is two really necessary?"
"When dealing with Mika?" Tohma actually thought that a third might be in order this time – Mika had been extremely moody lately. He had no idea what would set her off next. Coming home smelling of liquor probably wouldn't help matters a great deal, but he found that he was starting not to care.
"Point," Eiri granted him, slowly draining his beer.
They sat in silence, two blonds drinking away their cares in the dimly lit bar. Tohma watched the clock carefully; the hands eventually settled on seven and twelve. Time to go. Tohma stood up, sliding his camel coat on and digging through his breast pocket for his wallet. He paid Mizushiro, making sure to leave a generous tip. In Tokyo, privacy was a commodity that could be bought and sold, and it was the one thing that Tohma valued more than most anything else. He threw a wave over his shoulder to Eiri, still nursing his eighth beer back at the bar.
"Seguchi."
His perception was really starting to go, Tohma thought absently. He hadn't even noticed Eiri coming up behind him. He frowned slightly before turning around.
"Mistletoe," Eiri said, leaning down to kiss him, and then, just as abruptly brushing past him and out the door.