Akutagawa Jiroh / Shishido Ryoh
Microphone
Shishido could not for the life of him, remember how his boyfriend had convinced him that going to a karaoke bar with the rest of the Hyotei regular's was a good idea. The music was loud, the lights were dim, there were drunks all over the place, mostly up on stage signing loudly and off key, sounding more like howler monkeys than actual music.
They weren't actually allowed to be here, as they were still slightly underage, but, Atobe had managed to procure fake ID's and really, they looked enough like college students anyway that they weren't questioned.
Atobe, as always, had ordered the most expensive cocktail, while Kabaji sat stiffly to his left, not drinking anything. To Atobe's right, Jiroh slept obliviously, an untouched tequila sitting in front of him. Beside Jiroh was Hiyoshi, who had stiffly held out for water, and beside Hiyoshi sat Mukahi, already well on his way to being incredibly plastered after only two shots. Gakuto was leaning on his boyfriend Oshitari who had opted for a glass of scotch, which was already half drunken already. Shishido's own boyfriend sat between him and Oshitari lightly sipping a coke. Shishido himself was on his second bottle of beer figuring the more he drank, the quicker this night would finally be over.
About an hour in Oshitari finally stood and declared himself, drunk enough to sing. Shishido prepared himself for the horror of his classmates singing but was surprised to hear the other boy hit all the right notes and in the most seductive tone, his kansai ben accent even stronger when he was singing. Mukahi was blindly and drunkenly cheering on his boyfriends number, until he saw some of the hungry looks the tensai was receiving which prompted him to stagger to the stage and pull his lover away from the microphone, glaring at anyone whose gaze lingered on the boy for more than a second.
It wasn't long after that the Jiroh finally woke up enough to down his tequila and look around him excitedly, before pulling on Atobe's rather flamboyant lacy shirt, "Tobe-chan," he shouted conspiratorially to be heard over the music playing in the background while the stage waited to be occupied by another drunken slob who thought he could sing. "We're in a karaoke bar."
Atobe sighed, but explained indulgently, "Yes 'Roh, we all agreed to come here after practice was over tonight."
"Oh, okay," the blonde said bouncily before eying the other boys across the table. "Why isn't anyone singing then Tobe-chan?"
"Ore-sama doesn't know, why don't you ask them."
"Gaku-tan! Will you come and sing with me?"
The only answer that came from a, by now, very drunk Mukahi was a soft snore.
"Yuu-san?"
A possessive growl was heard from the sleeping redhead as Oshitari's arm was grabbed and held onto tightly, Mukahi not even opening his eyes.
Jiroh sniffled disappointedly before looking around the table at those left. The blonde knew better than to ask Kabaji, though he would agree and one look at Atobe told Jiroh not to even ask, so he was left with Hiyoshi, Shishido and Ohtori.
Hiyoshi promptly left the table saying he was going to the bathroom, as no one, not even Atobe, could resist Jiroh's pout. Choutarou was looking anywhere but at the blonde, which, unfortunately left Shishido, who was promptly caught and held by the wide, almost tearful eyes and begging expression on the other boy's face.
"Onegai, Ryoh-chan?"
Shishido flinched, even as he felt himself melting at the utterly adorable picture the narcoleptic boy made and, before he could even register the words coming out of his mouth he had agreed and Jiroh was excitedly pulling him up on stage as he picked a song.
Shishido couldn't ever remember being so embarrassed in his life as when Akutagawa handed him the mike and forced him to sing, much to the laughter of the bars other patrons. Jiroh on the other hand, sang fairly well, so Shishido gratefully handed over the mike, eager to get this utter humiliation done and over with.
When the song was finally over Shishido rushed back over to his seat and proceeded to drown himself in alcohol, stealing shot glasses from the unconscious Mukahi. He figured, if he couldn't make everyone else forget that he had done something so stupid, he could at least make himself forget it ever happened.
Owari