Juukai says: Well, I'm glad that you guys didn't shoot me in the face for taking so long to get that last chapter up!! …And this one. -; Believe me, I appreciate the fact that I am still whole and unharmed. Spring Break was alright. As was Easter (stayed in the dorm room on my own for a few days). Yeah, sorry, con worries have been keeping me from writing for a while. But I never forget you guys!
Disclaimer: Really. Do I write like I work for Squeenix or Disney? Nope, so don't sue me. I'll send my killer fishes after you. Rawr. Although, I do not own either of the songs in this chapter. You'll see!
'Thoughts.'
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Chapter 4
With Zexion gone, they were able to sit and concentrate on their menus. For all of one whole minute.
"Riku, don't say anything to Zex, please? Pretty please?" Sea hued eyes begged for him to comply, watering up to add an effect and try to gain pity.
"But why, when you turn so many nice colors?" The silver haired youth never looked up from the laminated pages, contemplating the food choices.
"Because I'll give you a permanent, grade A Demyx foot print in your shin?" Only Demyx could say that while still sounding like a child begging
for the newest and coolest toy in the store. And when Riku glanced up, he could see that Demyx indeed looked the begging child part with big, watery eyes and a pouty bottom lip.
But the thought of getting more of those kicks made him wince slightly and he just looked back down at his menu without answering. Demyx just grinned. It was obvious that he'd won. "What are you guys getting?" 'Time for a subject that doesn't have to do with the mutilation of my legs,' Riku decided.
"Mmmm…I don't know yet. I think I'm going to have to do the coin test." Demyx began to dig in his pocket, pulling a single Munney piece out after much searching.
"Coin test," there was doubt in Riku's question.
"Yeah. Here, I'll show you." Demyx put his menu down flat and closed his eyes. Moving his hand over the menu in many different directions for a minute, he finally flipped the coin, letting it fall unaided on the menu. When he heard the tell-tale clunk of the gold money piece, he cracked his eyes open and searched out what had been chosen by the guru Munney. "Aww. I hate it when this happens. It landed on two. Veggie Burger or Mediterranean Gumbo?"
"...Um…Interesting way of deciding what you want to eat." He looked down at his own menu, letting his stomach tell him what he wanted. And there it was! "They actually have Grilled Chicken Alfredo in a place like this?"
"Place like this?" Echoed the redhead scornfully. "This is place is amazing!" Axel seemed to have perked up a bit since it was announced that there would be no drinking competition with Baileys that night. "I know what I'm getting. The Burn-Your-Mouth-Off BBQ Chicken Wings!"
Riku gave his booth-mate a look, to which Axel only raised an eyebrow. "Am I going to regret rooming with you after tonight? If you get sick or have gas, I'm locking you out of the room."
"You don't know me well enough to make that decision yet, cabana boy. Just wait until I drink you into the ground," there was a smug tone in the redheads voice that made Riku bristle.
"I hate to interrupt the fight that Axy's big mouth is about to start," Demyx interjected as he licked off a little of the sugar around the rim of his glass and took a drink of his margarita, "but did anyone think about the fact that we're all drinking and we don't have a designated driver?" The look that crossed Axel's face said it all. It was mixture of surprise and the famous "oh shit" expression.
"Have you guys decided yet?" With that, Riku decided that Zexion was part ninja, since he kept sneaking up on the group when they were otherwise distracted.
"Zexion! My skulker in ebony apron," Axel practically latched on to him immediately. He might have actually grabbed hold of him if Riku hadn't been in the way. Zexion was afraid.
"What do you want, Axel?" His tone was clipped. He could tell it was going to call for something beyond his duties as a waiter.
"I know you catch the bus to and from campus to get to work, right? Wanna secure your ride home?" Axel wiggled his little half-eyebrows at the lilac haired server.
"What's the catch?" Zexions thin arms crossed over his chest, and his expression brooked no bullshit.
"Alright, we're all drinking, as you can plainly see. And we didn't get a designated driver, so…" There was an embarrassed chuckle, followed by a hand rubbing the back of his head through bright red spikes.
Zexion shook his head, and there was the distinct impression of one eyebrow twitching under the fringe of bangs covering half of his face. "Axel Marshall Flynn. Are you telling me that you planned to come here to drink, all three of you, and you didn't think to get a designated driver?" A certain gleam of satisfaction entered his gray-blue eyes as Axel flinched at the use of his full name. Demyx tried to hide a snicker in a cough, and failed miserably, only succeeding in drawing Zexion's attention to him. "And you, Demyx Aiden O'Donohue, are no better. You let him come without getting one." Riku only watched in amusement as Zexion continued to cow both males, only ending when both of their heads hung and they were looking rightly sheepish.
Since both of them now looked thoroughly ashamed, Zexion took a long breath, closing his eyes and looking like he wanted to do nothing more than rub his temples and walk away. Riku wondered if he, too, would look the same way after he knew the other two for as long as Zexion had. Flipping his bangs, though they landed back in the same position, the blue eyed youth gave Axel another scathing look, but nodded once. "Alright. I'll be your designated. But next time at least pretend that you have a brain and think about these things ahead of time." And out came the notepad, giving an air that the conversation was, indeed, over. "Now, are you ready to order?"
"Yeah, Mom, we're ready," Axel answered, fishing in his pocket and drawing out a jingling mass of keys and chains. Some were smart-ass plastic squares with phrases like "kiss me, I'm hot" printed in varying red bold or italicized texts, which was the only one Riku could actually read when the keys were passed right in front of his face to Zexion.
"Very humble, Axel." Riku shook his head, rolling his eyes as his roomy gave him an arrogant smile.
"You know it! I want the Fire Alarm Chicken Wings." Green eyes watched as Zexion scribbled it down.
"Fries or onion rings?" He didn't look up.
"Man, you give me all the hard choices, Zexy." Axel sat pondering for a moment, but decided that his stomach would react better to fries considering the alcohol he'd be having on top of the spices. "Fries…And add an extra side order of 'em, too. I'm starving. Wait, is this bill separate from the drinks? 'Cause Dem's picking up the drinks, and I've got the food."
Zexion gave him a look. "I think I can manage putting them on two different tabs." Cold eyes turned to Riku. "And you?"
"I want the Grilled Chicken Alfredo." He grabbed Axel's menu, put his own on top, and them into Zexions outstretched hand.
"Demyx?" The look the waiter gave him was not as cold as the one that he'd given the other two, Riku was sure of it. There was a chance for things to work between them if they all played their cards right…
"Uh…I w-want th-the Mediterranean G-Gumbo with extra sh-shrimp, please." As he handed his menu over, he slid further down his side of the booth and the look on his face made it obvious that he was mentally kicking himself. Zexion, in his defense, didn't so much as raise an eyebrow. He merely wrote down the last order, collected the menu, and walked off.
"St-st-stutter e-e-enough, D-Demyx?" Axel mocked, poking the boys arm.
"Shut up, Axel," grumbled Demyx, folding his arms on the table and laying his head on his arms, "or I'll tell Riku every embarrassing story about you I know. And I have a lot of new ammunition since your dad visited right before the end of last semester."
The redheads mouth opened as if he was about to say something, but when nothing came out, he just snapped it shut, crossing his arms over his
chest. Riku elbowed him in the side, grinning at his new friends misfortune.
They spent a few minutes in silence. Demyx was looking a little uncomfortable until a song he knew came over the speakers, and he settled into tapping his fingers and singing the lyrics softly under his breath. Their food arrived in bits, Axel's side of fries coming first, which he promptly tore into, despite the fact that the others didn't have anything to eat yet.
"Shnikies, Axel," Demyx pouted, "can't even wait for us, huh? I'm starving, too…"
"Want another, Demyx?" Zexion was balancing the tray expertly, looking down his nose at Demyx's empty glass with a few sticky remains of the sugar around the rim.
"Uh…Yeah. Thanks, Zex," Demyx continuously looked down at the table, ignoring the fact that he was drinking with no food in his belly.
"Surprise us with anything vodka-esque for the drinking competition, okay?" Axel added with a fry hanging precariously from the corner of his mouth. Zexion nodded, leaving the two of them alone to watch Axel gorge.
"Here, Dem. You're gonna need something in that belly when that margarita hits," when Demyx finally looked up, there were two fries waving in front of his face. He opened his mouth, promptly biting down on the fries just a hairsbreadth away from Axel's fingers. "Oi! Don't bite the hand that feeds, dude!"
"Thorry," Demyx smiled, chewing greedily as he snagged more from Axel's plate.
"Yeah, yeah, just don't eat all my food before your stinky choice gets here." He added more ketchup to his plate, dipping the potato sticks in the pool before shoving them in his own mouth.
"Well, I'm glad to see that all your manners aren't nonexistent, Ax," Riku muttered, leaning his chin on his hand.
"My manners are not nonexistent." Axel pointed a fry at him, raising an eyebrow. "And don't call me Ax. Demyx doing it is one thing. You haven't seen me in the morning after an extreme drinking binge without coffee enough times to earn that yet."
"Uh huh. Like I'm not going to in the future considering I'm your roommate," the silveret rolled his eyes, tracking Zexion as he came out of the kitchen bearing another tray. This time it was loaded with one plate, a giant bowl, and a basket. As he passed the bar, he picked up Demyx's waiting new drink, holding it in his free hand as he made for the booth. Each dinner was set down before the salivating owners after the new glass was placed in front of the usually exuberant, but now broody brunet. He collected the empty glass, made sure that nobody needed anything more of him for the time being, and disappeared to presumably do something behind the counter or tend to the other tables in his section.
Riku looked over at Axel's meal, and then his own. He was glad that he had pasta, because he had found it to be true that something with plenty of carbs stopped him from getting sick after the drinking was done. Maybe Axel's stomach was different. Or maybe he was just stupid and put too much merit on other people not getting sick when they went to clubs and drank with little more in their bellies than what they had in the movies.
Demyx was already digging into his gumbo, which had come in a weird bread-bowl thing, heartily, grinning widely. His earlier mortification over stuttering in front of Zexion must have been lost. Between bites and ripping pieces of the bread bowl off to shove in his mouth, his fingers tapped to the beats of the gentle rock music that the karaoke machine in the corner was currently belching out on the table, the person who was singing it's horrible voice being ignored in favor for the actual song.
"Demyx," Riku started after his first bite, only to be cut off.
"No need to be so formal, Riku! I know that it can be a mouthful sometimes, no dinner time pun intended. Just call me Dem, or DemDem, like most people do. Or stupid. Idiot, moron, ass, ignoramus- it was hard to stretch my mouth around that one the first time," Demyx listed happily, taking another giant bite of his food and managing to look like a happy child.
"You know," Axel started, swallowing once Riku groaned a reminder not to talk with food in his mouth, "I think I gave you most of those, Dem. Although it sounds like Zexion gave you that last one. Does anyone in our group but him even know what an ignoramus is?" He chuckled into his current chicken wing.
"Alright, fine. Dem, you sing, don't you? Or is it just an acoustic album that you're doing? Or did you get a singer to record with you?" Instead of looking up at the boy again, he was concentrating on twirling a good sized bite of pasta around his fork, sticking a piece of chicken on the end to keep the slippery noodles from falling off.
Demyx looked thoughtful for a moment, but chewed his way through his bite before trying to answer, refusing to show off his food and get reprimanded like Axel had just been. "I sing a little. I usually get Axel to do it for me, though…Or Namine, if I need a girl's voice."
Riku almost choked on his chicken. "What?! Axel can sing?"
Said redhead looked rather insulted. "I'll have you know there's more to me than meets the eye!" He accentuated this with a wave of a fry.
"Uh-huh. I'm not sure if that comment soothes me like you thought it would, flamer," the silveret murmured just before taking another bite, staring at Demyx through Axel's glare.
"Yeah, Riku. You should hear him! He's really good! And I bet you'd never even think that he can draw, would you? He's really good at that, too, even though Namine's got him beat by miles."
"You can't compare her style and mine! I use charcoal! That's like comparing Atlantians to Pride Landers." He proceeded to reach forward and bap Demyx on the head, though the motion had no heart in it. "Stupid."
"See? Told ya it was one of my names…" The sitarist rubbed his head as if he'd been extremely injured. "But yeah, basically, either I'll sing, he'll sing, or both. Why?"
Riku grinned evilly. "I was just thinking that we should give that karaoke a workout, or at least give everyone's ears a break here…"
Demyx and Axel just stared at him for a moment. "You…want us to sing drunk, don't you?" Axel finally asked, shoveling another handful of fries in his mouth after dutifully drenching them in ketchup.
"Floor-raping drunk is the only way to sing karaoke, so yes." He stared levelly back at the other two.
"Dude, how did you say that with a straight face," Demyx asked, grinning, flashing an enthusiastic thumbs up while Axel groaned.
"I hate singing when I'm plastered! You guys always laugh at me in the morning for singing girly songs," he pointed an accusing finger at Dem, glaring.
"Don't pick girly songs and we won't make fun of you," Riku chimed in, earning himself his own death glare from the redhead again.
"Aw, c'mon, Axel! What if I pick the songs and sing with you until we're all too drunk to care?" Demyx gave him his best begging puppy look.
"Dem, I made you swear over the toilet-grave of the goldfish Sparkles to never use that face again, remember?" Demyx added the effect of getting all teary eyed. "…Alright, alright! Fine. But if I hear a word from either of you about song choice tomorrow, I swear there will be death. Lots
and lots of death. The kind that will have Uncle Vinny working overtime for three years to clean up." He pointed at the both of them in turn, making sure that they both at least knew that he might mean business. The other two made noises with various degrees of enthusiastic victory.
The rest of their meal passed with short lines of playful banter, but little more. They were all more interested in actually getting their food down. Axel was the first to finish, and he burped the fact out once his last bite was down. He watched the other two continue eating, leaning back in the booth seat with a hand on his stomach contentedly. Riku was the second to finish, and he joined Axel in picking on Demyx as they waited for the dirty blonde to finish. He whined at them, which only made it take longer for him to chew his last few bites. He didn't finish it all, not that he had really expected he would, he admitted, it was just too much food what with the giant bowl of bread and all.
"Alright, let's get these gross drinks out of the way and start with the real competition!" Axel grabbed the glass of Bailey's that had been taunting him the whole time he'd eaten, holding it up high. "After this, the real liquor!"
Riku groaned inwardly, holding his own drink up to match Axels. Demyx proceeded with a countdown, and they smirked at each other before downing their glasses.
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Riku tossed back another of the cherry vodkas that Zexion had brought them in accordance to Axel's order earlier. There were shot glasses littering their table, along with about six of Demyx's glasses, one being half full at the moment. Said twenty year old wasn't nursing the drink, though, neither was he preparing to throw it back. No, he was on stage with Axel, both of them clinging to each other like long-lost brothers, both comically drunk. Axel hadn't cared about leaving Riku alone for the length of the song; he'd already taken two shots to make up for the lost time. The one
that Riku had just downed made them even now. He'd lost count at around eleven, and since then, he hadn't bothered to try and take count again. And of course, counting glasses and then dividing the sum by two would have been just far too much work at this point.
The two inebriated comrades were currently in the chorus of their song.
"She's so lucky; she's a star. But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking: If there's nothing missing in my life, then why do these tears come at night?"
Yep, that was them, those two manly men, up there singing some Brittany Arrows song that had been popular years ago. Demyx's voice was almost high enough to pull it off, but you could tell that he was going just a little too high, because every other note his voice would start to crack or it would turn into a sigh rather than a genuine note. Axel wasn't even trying to sing high. He wasn't particularly deep voiced, but it did not do him justice to be singing female parts. Not that his drunken state made that better, since he was giggling and hiccupping through most of the lines but the chorus's. Only a few people in the crowd that had formed around them seemed to care. They were either too amused or too drunk to think they were terrible and should get off the stage. True, the duo were receiving a couple glares, but it's not like they could have possibly seen them from the stage through the purple, red, and yellow lights that shone down on them.
Their song ended, and Demyx gripped his mic, falling down on his knees as he exaggerated the final note, "why do these tears come at night?" Which only made Riku want to both chuckle and groan. They stumbled down the steps, making their way at an easy pace back over to the booth. Some people seated at the bar clapped for them, one, who was farther gone than Riku thought they'd get that night lifted his head up to whistle. Riku, obviously, didn't know him, but he knew one of the other two people he was there with. There was another blonde, and there almost seemed to be a
family resemblance between the two, who tried to shush the first, but was just as loud, his cheeks pink with his alcohol intake, but that wasn't the company he recognized. It was the man with black hair and red eyes that looked like he wanted to bolt from the room that he knew. It was their R.A., Vincent.
"Shuddap, Luxord," Axel laughed, pointing at the one who had whistled. " 'r I'll snore all through class."
Riku gave him an odd look, but neither he nor the dirty blonde attached to his side seemed inclined to enlighten him on who that was.
"Where's Zexion," Demyx whined, plopping down on his side of the booth and scooting into the middle, grabbing onto his drink immediately and bringing it to his mouth so that he could lick off the remaining sugar lining the rim. Riku had been quick to figure out another reason why Axel had wanted Zexion to drive them when obviously they knew Xaldin, and he wasn't going to be drinking on the job, or so he hoped; Demyx was a clingy drunk. Affectionate and cute, but clingy none-the-less. Axel must have been thinking ahead getting Zexion to drive them, that way he could leave the brunette to paw over Zexion instead of one of them. And it might get them over their evident awkwardness.
"Workin', Dem," came the slurred reply of the silver haired one, hooking a thumb lazily towards the bar. "He'll probably be back soon to give us the next round. We're not done yet!"
A thud indicated that Axel's head had come down on the table. Riku checked to see that he was still awake, thinking maybe he'd won already and they could just go back to their hectic room. But Axel was looking up at him, eyes looking a little glazed, but otherwise alert. "Didn't think you'd get this far, Ri," was all he said, as if that explained his actions.
"I told you not to call me that." Riku's brow furrowed, and he pouted. He knew he must be drunk if he was actually pouting, but he just
couldn't seem to stop himself. "And this is what you get for underestimating me, you flamer."
Axel laughed, clapping Riku on the back with more force than intended. "Bi, remember?" Was all he chirped before he started to turn all the empty shot glasses upside down. "Only time I'm flaming is when I've got my lighter out burning shit."
"That must be a stinky habit, Axy," giggled Demyx, lifting his margarita glass to safety as Axel rolled a glass at it with enough power to have spilled it all over his lap.
"Bastard," growled the redhead, promptly ignoring Demyx afterwards and turning to Riku. "Alright, you preened out platinum beach boy, 's yer turn to sing. We already told 'em what song to play for you, just go!"Axel was up again, pulling Riku up out of the booth and then pushing him towards the stage.
"Don't I get a say 'n this?" Riku knew it was pointless to ask, but he had to try.
"Nuh-uh! Go on, Ri," Demyx hiccupped again as he waved him off, holding the back of his seat so he could watch Riku approach the mini stage.
"You think he'll kill us when he's done," Axel asked, watching Riku's retreating back.
"Prob'bly. But we deserve it." Poor Riku didn't know what he was up for.
The tune for the song was familiar, another one of those annoying pop songs that had been popular when he was younger, the same as the song Dem and Axel had done earlier, only this was a long forgotten boy band number. As he opened his mouth to sing the words, glaring death into the audience he wouldn't see, the words flashed across a small screen
to his right. They were not the words that he'd been preparing to sing, either. He was sure his voice doubtlessly sounded pretty confused when the first lyrics came out of his mouth.
"We
dance like sissys
We sing like wussys
But we must tell you
We swear we're not gay."
If looks could kill, everyone in the place would be dead. Axel and Demyx howled with laughter, and the two were pretty sure that they heard a snort or ten from the blonde with Luxord as he tried not to laugh. Luxord himself had passed out on the bar. Even Vincent tried to hide his smile behind his hand.
"And you wanted him to sing this song because…?" Demyx was looking back at Axel.
"He's so in denial, he might as well sing it," was the snickered reply. Demyx rolled his eyes, but giggled again anyway. He turned back around, looking at Axel seriously for a moment. His moods tended to change faster than normal when he was drunk, and he had no problem asking awkward questions.
"So, you really like this guy Riku, huh?" It was said as a question, but even Axel could tell it was more of a statement.
He looked down at the pyramid he'd started to make out of the glasses. "Yeah. Easy to tell, huh? Seems like he might l'ke me, but I can't tell sometimes…"
"You only just met him a few hours ago. You sure?" He watched Axel's slow nod.
Zexion showed up then, giving Demyx a level stare as he deposited three drinks onto the table and grabbed a few of the empty glasses to try
and keep Axel from breaking them. It was either for all the alcohol that he was trying to ingest or because he was the one making Axel's face fall like that. It was pretty widely known that Axel was usually a very happy drunk, pleasant and happy. Sure, if someone pushed him too far he would get angry and violent, but that happened whether or not he was drunk. But just as he was easily happy when he was drunk, he was easily depressed. Demyx had seen that for himself one time last year when Axel had showed up on his doorstep in the middle of the night, so drunk that the whole dorm hall could probably smell him, and almost looking ready to do something rash, just because he and Roxas had hit a very rocky point in their relationship. Axel had been completely in love with the younger blonde, who'd graduated early from High School and had gone to school with Namine previously.
"Whatever happened with Roxy? I haven't seen him on campus yet…" Demyx knew that was the wrong thing to say when he saw Axel wince.
Zexion was just leaving, and he gave Demyx another meaningful look, as if telling him to stop that subject before it started. He ignored it, wanting to know why his friend, who had lost his heart to another boy completely, was now making out with his new roommate that he'd known for only minutes before jumping him.
"Yeah, about Roxas…He uh…Kinda," Axel's dulled green eyes didn't leave the tabletop, "hates me now."
"Hates you? Since when?!" Demyx realized too late he'd been too loud, and he looked around to see other people glancing at their table.
"Can we talk about this later, Dem?" Axel looked like he was about to break. It was then that he made an executive decision and stood, plastering a fake smile onto his face, acting a lot more intoxicated than he was. "C'mon, let's go help Riku up there! What's the point of a Backroad Boy's song if you're singing it alone?"
Demyx didn't get to say anything before he was being dragged away, and thrown up next to Riku. Axel slung his long arms around the shoulders of both his friends, grinning like an idiot as he joined Riku in the third to last verse, making Demyx go along.
"Our biggest fans are twelve year old girls
Who think we're cute as can be.
But as they grow older, they'll find out
We're hiding our latency!
One thing is for sure,
We get manicures.
We do, we do, we do
Wash our clothes
On the delicate cycles
Want to do
A session with George Michaels.
But today
We think we better say
We swear we're not gay."
Axel and Demyx were cracking up, and so it was Riku who stepped up to do the final note. "I swear we're not gay." All three boys laughed their way off the stage, Riku obviously having forgotten his intent to murder
them both violently by that point because the situation was just too funny. They were too busy to notice or care if anyone cheered for them, or if they were getting booed. They didn't even care if some members of the crowd were calling them names. They were just were just enjoying the moment.
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Don't you just love that Brittany Arrows and the Backroad Boys? Them's my favorites to listen to! XD Sorry, I couldn't help myself, really. You know that you liked it, anyway. Deep down inside, you did. Riku singing "I swear we're not gay"? C'mon, you loved it. (By the way, it's a real song. Go look it up, it's hilarious. It's a spoof, I know, but the place I got it from credited it to the Backstreet Boys, so I just left it at that.) I WANT TO THANK EVERYONE WHO HAS FAVORITED/ ALERTED THIS STORY!! YOU PEOPLE SERIOUSLY MAKE THIS WHOLE WRITING EXPERIENCE BETTER! Seriously, I love you guys. Especially my reviewers! >3 Come on, now, don't be afraid to leave me a review! It's just that little itty bitty button on the left bottom corner. It won't bite! I don't even mind criticism, as long as it doesn't boarder, or go into, flaming.
Casmut: Why thank you! Don't you just love Xiggles? I didn't come up with that one, that was the person I was rping with, but she only used it once. I've decided that it's here to stay. D You've seriously never heard Sexy Zexy? My friends and I use that one all the time for him. You must admit, it is true. I never was a real big fan of Zemyx until I started writing this. I was more a fan of LuxDem or XigDem, which is why the story MIGHT turn into a XigDem later, I still haven't decided where that aspect of it is going to go yet.
AllyIsSpecial: Many thanks! I've tried hard to stay true to Demyx. I just adore him so much, I'd be forced to shoot myself in the foot if I broke away from that.
Namikun masaki: Aw, you flatter me, and flattery will get you EVERYWHERE. I think we're all waiting to see that. Fans self I might be drooling too much to actually write it when the time comes! Haha!
Well, I hope you people haven't completely given up on me yet. Hopefully this will start coming together faster. I mean, a month between chapters two times in a row? I seriously apologize, there's no excuse for that. See you next time!