Falling


The stars are brightly winking back at him and the sky is performing the tango. Quatre smiles up at the night sky and waves his hand back. It was the polite thing to do, they waves at him, he waved at them.

He's lying down, but feels the urge to stand up. Tottering on unsteady feet, he leans into the arm that is wrapped securely around his waist. "Heero," he slurs, tilting his head back into Heero's neck, "Nice -hic- night, isn't it?"

Trying not to sigh, Heero turns to the smiling Relena. She gulps down a mouthful of brand and smiles at him. No help there, he realizes, this probably the first time she had ever had alcohol.

"You know Heero, heh, hero! You're a hero!" Quatre sniggers, then continues, "Rachid warned me away from drinking. Drink of the devil, or something like that," he waves his hand around and nearly tips forward onto the grass. "But Auda said every boy needs to know the pleasure of getting -hic- pissed."

Relena is giggling, "Yeah... and it's war time, we could die at any moment!" For some reason unknown to the sober Heero, this sends both of them into fits of laughter. "So that's why we have to get drunk," she nods and her chin gets stuck on her chest for a moment, she toys with the school uniform for a while. "I always wondered why mummy wouldn't let me have a drink, it's so much fun!" She waves a empty bottle about, empty because of the drinking and the sloshing around.

Maybe because it kills brain cells? Maybe because it causes harm to undeveloped brains? Heero thinks, before a hand resting on his cheeks brings him back to the pilot of Sandrock, resting in his arms.

"You've got pretty eyes, Heero," Quatre whispers, leaning in, "Pretty lips too," he traces a finger down the curve of Heero's lips. Heero shivers slighly, "Yeah, very pretty."

The kiss is light and tastes of soft liquer. Quatre's lips smile against his before he pulls away and passes out.