Author's Note: Reviews! I love you guys. Oh yes I do. And now for some drunk action, as requested... reviews appreciated...
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The world blurred, and John was vaguely aware that there was something wrong with his rum. He had only had one or two mouthfuls when he started to feel incredibly weird.
Chas sat on the sofa beside him, sipping his own, apparently without problem. His smile was big.
"Chas..." John tried to speak, but his tongue felt like cotton wool.
Chas grinned. "Sorry, old friend, but I had to get you to speak somehow."
The rum was addicting, reassuring, and John had some more without thinking. All around were blurs, and he gripped the sofa tightly to keep from falling over. Chas was all there was, sitting before him, looking a little drunk.
Chas was laughing.
"Gonna hate me in the morning, huh, John?"
"I... could... never hate you," John said automatically.
Chas blinked, then drank some more rum.
"John."
"Hm?"
"I hate to have to ask you this after I've drugged you to make you tell the truth- well, actually, I don't, John, that was the point really- but what's going on, John?"
"You say John a whole shitload don't you?" John laughed.
There was a blur. The world slipped sideways and John was aware that the glass flew out of his hands. Chas was holding his shoulders, his face inches from John's.
"John- what's wrong in your life?"
Those soft pink lips moved and John couldn't fight it. He was kissing Chas, hard but not fiercely, and through his drugged state he felt a strange glow. And... and Chas was kissing him back, their tongues working together.
Then everything went black.