This, Axel thinks happily, is what college is all about. Partying. No parents around to bitch him out and if the cops show up he just has to make sure he doesn't get caught. He's got no problem feeding someone else to the wolves in order to save his own skin.
The music is loud and the beer is cheap and warm, that's all right though. When he wants to toke he goes into town and finds a smokehouse. Tonight he just wants to get shit-faced drunk and any beer will do.
At the door he's greeted by the girls who invited him, he doesn't remember their names. One of them, the brunette, latches onto his arm, pressing her soft breasts against his arm. He grins because he likes that, even though he hasn't fucked a chick in four years. He's actually kind of impressed that all the girls in the house still have their shirts on.
So, girl-C is talking to him and he's only half listening as he looks around the room. He recognizes a couple faces from his classes, because he does, in fact, go to class sometimes. Actually, a lot of the kids look like high schoolers, hell. Well, it's about then that he notices the body on the couch. He raises an eyebrow and asks about it.
Blonde-girl-B frowns and stalks over to the guy. Her friends and Axel follow, only out of curiosity, of course.
She's bitching him out and Axel feels bad for him. He wonders how the poor fucker was even sleeping, it's a goddam din, pounding music and yelling people.
Little miss blonde with her little white dress and big blue eyes is seriously pissed and Axel can feel all her anger pouring off her.
"You are so embarrassing! How do you think this makes me look? You're my brother! Act like it!" She stomps her foot and her brother doesn't even move from where he's face down on the ragged couch. The girl takes one of her sandaled feet and kicks him. That gets the guys attention, he sits up wearily and Axel can see how glassy his eyes are. Kid is buzzed.
"Naminé…shut up."
Blondie glowers at her brother, smacks him across the face and stalks off. Her friends rush after her and Axel just fucking laughs. The redhead plops down onto the couch beside the harassed brother and just downright grins. He laughs for longer than he probably needs to because the other guy isn't saying anything. He leans back into the couch and his eyes slip closed, intent on falling back asleep, but Axel doesn't let him because he's got a question.
"What are you on and where did you get it?"
One blue eye opens and a slow smile spreads across his pointed face. "You don't seem the type to do Quaaludes," he mumbles. It's so quiet that Axel seriously has to strain his ears, but, once he sorts it out in his head, he doesn't blame the guy for having trouble getting out the words.
"Aren't those kind of out of style?" Axel jibes.
The guy laughs a little and, whatever he says, it's slurred and completely unintelligible.
Axel gives a little snort. "Stay here buddy, I'm gonna get some drinks."
By the time he returns the blond is asleep again, but Axel doesn't mind. He sits on the couch beside him anyway. Sometimes the kid wakes up and the more smashed Axel gets, the more hilarious their conversations become.
He's lost count of beers and it's late at night but the party is not dying down at all, it's gotten loud and definitely reckless. There's a pair having sex on the coffee table and, when something catches fire and the police and the fire fighters show up, Axel is seriously too fucked up to do anything.
It's hot and smoky and damn noisy and suddenly he's outside and being tugged along and he has no idea by whom. All he knows is that he can't keep up this pace for long. He sort of stumbles and then he's drawn into an alleyway. He swaggers and slams into his savior. Whoever it is makes a pained sound and pushes him away, wincing and rubbing at an injured head, slammed against the bricks.
Axel tries to slur out an apology, but he's winded and his companion doesn't care. It sounds like people are approaching and they take off running again.
People shout at them as they sprint by, because they knock a couple of pedestrians over and Axel smashes into an outdoor café table. He breathes out curses as he runs, his sweaty hand caught in another sweaty hand, as he's dragged along.
They duck inside a building and the other guy tells him he absolutely has to be quiet and they get into an elevator and go up and up and up…The florescent lights make his head hurt, he closes his eyes and rubs at his temples. He's taken blindly down a hallway and he hears the clink of keys and the unlocking of a door.
Axel gets pushed down onto a mattress and wonders if he's about to get laid. Well, until he hears the footsteps walking away and his rescuer muttering about a 'fucking buzz kill'.
Then Axel falls the fuck asleep.
x
It isn't rare for Axel to wake up in a strange bed and it isn't inconceivable for him to wake up in a strange bed with a killer hangover. He sits up too fast and the room spins and spots burst before his eyes. He collapses against the wall with a groan, pressing the heels of his hands into his eye sockets, like that'll help. When he takes them away, a strip of sunlight blinds him.
After cursing for a few minutes, the redhead gets up unsteadily and stumbles out into the rest of the apartment. He finds a blond, sitting on a couch, in the living and watching TV. Axel runs into the end table and curses again, so the guy turns and raises his eyebrow. Axel isn't in the mood to appreciate the sardonic gesture.
"What time is it?"
Blue eyes turn back to the TV, pulling up the guide with the remote. "Two thirty."
Axel stares at the guy because he's got this weird déjà vu going. The blond hair is messy like he's been fucking recently and his eyes are these fucking beautiful big blue doe-eyes and his face sharp and…
"Have I ever had sex with you?" Axel wonders, his brow furrowing.
The blond gives him a surprised look and gets up, wandering into the kitchen. Axel scrambles to follow and he knocks over a potted plant along the way, which he doesn't bother to right. He finds the man rummaging through his cabinets and Axel presses the question.
After his host finds what he's looking for, a bottle of pills, he answers. "Once," he says before swallowing two of the tablets and holding out several more in offering.
"Last night?" Axel pursues, accepting them into the palm of his hand. They're orange, smaller than pennies, and have the letters A and S printed into them. More narcotics…Axel stuffs them into his pocket for when he gets back to his place. Right now he's interested in this guy and wants answers before Blondie is out of commission.
"No," shrugs the blond, who then heads for the bedroom, he stops in the doorway, half blocking the entryway, the door itself blocks the rest.
"When?"
"Month ago."
"What's your name?"
"Go home."
Then the bedroom door is shut in his face and Axel hears it lock. Axel's just glad the blond didn't slam it, what for his hangover. He looks around the apartment, finds nothing worth stealing and then leaves.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts