Red swirled around in the glass, a mimicry of the blood Dracula likely drank when Trevor wasn't looking. He laughed, the sound stuttered and hiccuping. When was the last time he'd had a proper drink?
Trevor shifted on his chair. The table in front of him carried several bottles, each with a different alcoholic spirit inside. Currently, Trevor was drinking a rich red wine, similar to what had been offered at the most recent dinners with the Țepeș family.
Dinner was the only meal he shared with all of them; Trevor figured it was due to Dracula's nocturnal schedule. Did that make dinner into breakfast for him? Trevor chuckled again.
He hadn't drank as much since coming to the castle; Since nearly being burned, getting rescued, and being treated at the castle. Lisa was probably the reason for the absence of alcohol until recently. Apparently, proper drinks were bad for his health while he was recovering. Trevor couldn't recall. He did remember drinking lots of water though.
"Well, they won't separate us now," he promised his glass. "You 'n I, we're together now."
He knocked back the rest of the wine then, feeling it burn down. A satisfied grunt left him, and he pawed across the table, knocking into the bottle with his hand before he grabbed it and poured another glass. It really was a fine glass. Smooth all the way around and perfectly clear. How did Dracula get such fancy cups?
Trevor contemplated it, staring into the dark liquid. Then he shrugged and swallowed some more. His head buzzed pleasantly, his sight swimming when he looked around the room. Where was he again?
Nothing much adorned the stone walls. Maybe some tools and those weird lights. There was a cupboard or two lining the walls, maybe three? Trevor stood from the chair, wobbling, and walked over to find out. He touched three, then went back and touched two. Wait, had he already counted one?
Trevor took another sip of the wine.
"That's good shit," he said, nodding to himself. "Always knew Drac had the good stuff. Can't all be blood right?"
He laughed at his own joke. It was a complete lie; He'd never had thoughts of Dracula's possible alcohol stores. Still, no one was around to hear him, so what was the harm?
He opened a cupboard and leaned his head in. Cloth. Huh. He squinted and brought one up to his face. Kinda looked like tablecloths or something. He dragged out the one he was holding and flung it across the floor. Yup, looked long enough.
Seeing the bright, probably expensive cloth crumpled on the floor, Trevor laughed again. "Dracula would be pretty mad if I threw e'erything on the floor." He decided to do just that.
A few swipes off his arms lay a good number of tablecloths on the floor. They came in an array of colors, but Trevor noticed reds of varying shades were most prominent.
Deciding they didn't look disheveled enough just lumped in a pile, he plopped down to the floor and set about throwing them in random directions. When they couldn't go far enough, he lay out along the ground, dragging some cloth with him to toss.
He giggled and went to drink more, only to realize his glass was mysteriously empty.
"Huh." He peered inside and stuck his tongue in. "Nope. Gone."
"Trevor? What in hell's name are you doing?"
He peered over to see someone standing at the door. Blonde. He knew blonde people. Oh!
"It's poncy ass Adrian," Trevor declared in a slurred voice, "I knew it!"
Adrian moved closer, and Trevor could tell the expression on his face was displeased. Adrian was always displeased.
"You drank th' rest of my wine, didn't you?"
"I most certainly did not, Trevor Belmont." He crouched down to look Trevor in the eyes. "What I have done is come to see why you are loitering about in the napery, scaring off the staff, and getting drunk."
"Adrian," Trevor said, drawing out the name, "You do care."
He attempted to wriggle himself towards the dhampir, hindered by his uncooperative limbs and the piles of tablecloths lying around him. He protested when he felt the glass get tugged from his hand.
"Y'see?" he said, trying to wave his finger at Adrian. He felt like it might've pointed slightly to the side. "You did take my drink."
Adrian sighed and reached down, wrapping his arms around Trevor's torso. "You really do not require any more. Besides which, the vessel was emptied. Onto the tablecloth beneath you, it seems." He levered Trevor up, supporting him as he listed to the side.
Trevor came to be partially sitting, but with limp muscles, he mostly leaned against Adrian. He blinked his eyes to clear up some of his vision, surprised to find Adrian's face so close to his. It wavered something awful though. Trevor reached out a hand to steady it, but missed, and grabbed at some of Adrian's hair instead.
"Y- You know something?" he asked. Through his blurry sight, he thought he saw Adrian's eyes narrow and his mouth pull down.
"I know a great number of things, Trevor. One of which is that you should be banned from drinking alone."
Trevor laughed, even as Adrian grabbed the hand in his hair and attempted to uncurl the fingers. "You're a fucking bastard. I like you," he declared.
"I appreciate that," Adrian said in a dry tone. "Let go of my hair."
"I mean- I mean it you know," Trevor insisted. It suddenly seemed very important to get this point across. "You're very pretty. Do you like me too?"
Adrian looked at him closely, even as he detached Trevor's hand from his hair and returned it to the floor. "Trevor..." He sighed and redoubled his hold to lift Trevor. Shaking off some of the haze, Trevor used his newly free hand and grasped the white shirt before him, looking Adrian in the eyes. He wasn't entirely sure why, but Trevor needed to hear the answer.
"Yes, I like you," Adrian finally said, his smile mirroring Trevor's, though more restrained. "Now come on, you're quite drunk."
"Hm, I am," Trevor agreed, as he was lifted to stand. "Drink with me?"
"Not on your life. I'm not certain how long you've been in here, but I can see how much you've had already, and it's far too much."
Trevor whined and complained, but either his words weren't coming out right or Adrian was being an ass. Probably that. "Look," he finally managed, wobbling to the side until Adrian caught him, "I can still do stuff. I can fight."
"I doubt it. And what would the purpose of that be?"
"I can," Trevor insisted. "Watch."
Hooking a leg around Adrian's he gave a quick sweep. The dhampir let out a sharp "Fuck!" as he fell onto the tablecloths, taking Trevor with him. Trevor did not hit the colorful array beneath, as he felt Adrian's arms wrap around to cushion him. Trevor's head spun wildly at the movement, and his stomach lurched. Not the best idea he'd had today.
Even so, when Adrian glared at him, he felt the need to defend his actions. "See? I'm perfect. No problems."
"You have several problems, and I'm beginning to think lack of common sense is foremost among them."
"Adrian," Trevor whined.
The dhampir ignored him, getting to his knees first before lifting Trevor, then hooking one arm around his shoulders and heaving them both to their feet. Trevor was having trouble seeing straight, so he graciously let Adrian lead. He was feeling tired anyway.
"Where're we going?" Trevor questioned.
"To bed," Adrian answered, voice curt. "You need to drink some water, eat something simple, and go to sleep."
Trevor hummed, but his mind wandered elsewhere. His attention had been caught by the lights on the walls again. "You ever wonder what they are?"
"You'll have to be more specific Trevor."
"The lights." He waved one limp hand towards a sconce. "What do they run on? They aren't on fire, but you said they aren't magic."
Adrian sighed. "This isn't really a discussion we can have now. It would take quite a while." He paused. "And you're drunk."
"Ah, yeah, that's right," Trevor said, wavering in Adrian's strong hold. "That's why we're sleeping together!"
Adrian froze; They even came to a stop in the hall. Trevor looked around but didn't see a bed. He did notice a tall dark figure at the end of the hall.
With a small, almost unheard swallow, Adrian spoke up. "Father."
Guys, Trevor is being really irresponsible. Don't drink alone. Know your limits. Hydrate. Eat proteins and carbs. PSA over.
Okay! Whew. We've seen Trevor drunk exactly once in the show, and he's happier now, so...? Now he's tossing tablecloths I guess. What a dork.
And it looks like Drac's learning stuff faster than anticipated! Even if it is all out of context, haha. What do Drac and Lisa think is happening between the boys at this point? (*≧艸≦)
Speaking of things happening! (winkwinknudgenudge) I'll write the Drac/Lisa one shot soon, so expect that in the future! I'll make sure to notify you guys in my notes, but you can also keep an eye on the series at my AO3. ;D Laters~