It was night, quite lonesome in the lounge at the moment. No sign of Power anywhere yet, only Denji and Aki were present. They were both sitting on the settee and Aki appeared to be holding an empty bottle of neat alcohol. The bottle dropped onto the wooden floorboards, soon rolling underneath the nearby coffee table opposite them. The living room light kept on flickering, often flicking from darkness and then back to light in a matter of seconds. It was such a rough, odd night already.

So odd.

After an episode of sharing a bottle of neat vodka between them, Aki fell into Denji's shoulder and groaned. Denji grumped the second Aki's face hit him. The blonde male scowled, showing his sharp teeth in the process. Amber eyes stared down at Aki, observing the drunken mess. He so desperately wanted to tear off that topknot from Aki's short, black hair.

"Do you have to, seriously?" Denji whined, soon pouting his lips.

"F-fuck off, brat," grumbled the dark-haired male.

"How can I fuck off when you're literally leaning on me?"

Raising a hand, Aki grabbed a hold of Denji's face.

"Shut up...s...shut up..." Aki grumbled, seconds before he fell asleep on Denji's shoulder. Drool escaped his mouth, dribbling onto Denji's fresh clean shirt.

'Should I just dump him in the bath and piss on him?' Denji thought in his head, not even muttering a word. He merely glared at Aki just sleeping on him now, and when Denji listened to Aki's first loud snore, he simply groaned. 'He thinks it's okay to just treat me like a sleeping bag?!'

But then, Denji jumped a little when he watched Aki raise his head and look up at him again.

"Shit - his eyes are closed," he quipped out loud.

Leaning inward, Aki slipped a few fingers into Denji's mouth, "I said shut up, brat." Aki snapped once again, shortly before his face fell into Denji's chest this time.

Groaning at the taste of Aki's fingers, Denji spat those fingers out in a heartbeat. "Fuck you," he answered. "You're like eight years older than me and you're using me as your damn bed."

"Whatever," groaned the dark-haired.

Patting Aki's dark hair, Denji merely smirked and thought up a new idea. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you, pretty boy."

Holding a drunk Aki into his arms, Denji stood up from the settee and immediately fell onto the hard ground in seconds with an ear-splitting thump. Regardless, that little slip up didn't stop Denji from doing what he wanted to do. Grunting, the blonde male rose back up to his feet and held onto Aki's hand in the act.

"He's so fucking heavy," moaned the blonde.

Beginning to drag Aki across the floorboards, Denji took in a deep breath while he proceeded to drag the bigger male. His arms already felt like they were going to snap off, especially since Denji had such a scrawny figure. Glancing around the living room, Denji shot a glance over his shoulder and towards the bathroom door behind him.

The bathroom door was in view and it was already so close.

However, a certain blonde devil appeared out of nowhere. Literally, nowhere.

"Oh, hey, Denji! Whatcha doing?" Power checked, hopping into the lounge. A curious devil fiend stared down at the drunk being dragged along the wooden floorboards. "What's happened to Topknot?"

"I'm gonna dump him in the tub. Wanna help?"

"You sure that won't just wake him up?" Power scratched the back of her head, curious. "Just look at the piece of shit-"

"He's literally drunk outta his mind, you know," informed an irritated Denji with a shrug of the shoulders. "He won't know a thing."

"Oh, really?" Power perked up, beaming from ear-to-ear like a Cheshire cat. "Sure, I'll help ya!"

Moving over onto Aki's side, Power kneeled down beside the drunk fuck and proceeded to pick up him into her arms. Denji watched, narrowing his eyelids at the sight. A low groan could be heard coming from Denji's throat, unsure.

"You don't find him heavy or anything?"

"Huh? No!"

Shaking her head, Power successfully picked Aki up into her slender arms. The blonde female was much scrawnier than Denji, and with string-bean arms. She wore such a proud smile over his chops while she observed Denji with determination. Even a hair antenna shot up on the crown of her head within seconds, showcasing a sharp long strand of blonde hair just sticking up.

"Let's go to the bathroom then!" Power stated as she walked over towards the lone door in the distance, carrying the bigger male all the way.

At the sight, Denji merely huffed and shook his head in displeasure. "I could have done that-"

"Yeah, right! You humans are weak!" Power chimed back. "I need assistance, human! Open the door for me!"

PFFT!

Following behind Power, the blonde male made sure to catch up to her so he could open the bathroom door. Power marched right inside and - without delay - the devil fiend chucked Aki's drunken body right into the bathtub. A heavy thumping could be heard in the atmosphere when she dropped him, too. No water was present within this tub; it was merely empty and dry.

"There," she chuckled and clapped her hands together.

"Uh, thanks for the help," droned Denji miserably.

Turning on the bathroom light; a vibrant glow now filled the span. Approaching the bathtub, Denji watched Aki in the tub. The bigger male was completely motionless; not moving, albeit his hands and feet twitched every now and then. He smirked at the sight.

Power stormed out of the extent, going back to what she wanted to do previously. Probably to find Meowy again like always. She left Denji in the bathroom with Aki.

Exiting the bathroom, Denji switched off the bathroom light and left Aki in complete darkness. "Night, babe," he told Aki with such a wide, devilish grin painted over his features.

It was just fortunate that Denji didn't end up drunk as well.