A/N: So someone (I'm sorry, I forgot your name!) asked for a version of Out of Luck from Zexion and Demyx's points of view, and I decided to fulfill their request. Chapter 3 is from Zexion's point of view and I will sooner or later upload a fourth chapter from Demyx's point of view.

Chapter Three

Zexion was not sure why he thought this was a good idea. But Demyx was grinning at him widely and he was sure he was grinning back. Realizing that he was grinning, Zexion immediately schooled his features back to his usual 'god I'm so bored with you all' look that he normally sported. But it was quickly shattered as Roxas fell off the bar stool. His laughter was cut short as Demyx helped the drunk blond up. Axel was soo going to kill them.

In retrospect, he really shouldn't have let Demyx talk him into this. But Zexion's mood had been astonishingly dour lately, even for him. Work had been piling up and for the first time in his life, Zexion was resenting being the teacher's lab assistant. Poor Demyx had been exhausting all his faculties in trying to lift his spirits, so when he suggested they grab Roxas and go out for a drink, Zexion had agreed. He really should have known better. But hey, his mood was lifting and he would worry about the consequences later.

"Zexion!"

Said man 'oofed' as he caught an armful of sitar player – it was a good thing he was stronger than he looked, because Demyx was definitely heavier than he looked. "Let's dance." The blue-haired man frowned. Sure, he and Demyx were dating, so being openly affectionate around other people should be no problem. But it was. But Demyx had put a lot of effort into cheering him up, so Zexion humored him.

"You do know that Axel is going to kill us?" he whispered. Demyx just shrugged and Zexion wondered how Demyx could simply shrug the worries away. 'Maybe', Zexion thought, 'maybe I just worry too much.' But that was the scientist in him. Zexion frowned.

"Stop brooding." The voice startled Zexion out of his thoughts and he glared at the slightly taller boy. "We're here to get you to relax, not to get all tied up in knots again." Zexion sighed, grinning slightly as he watched Roxas wander towards the door. Giving Demyx a quick kiss, he nodded towards their inebriated friend.

"We should probably get him back." Demyx laughed and Zexion felt himself relaxing at the sound. Grabbing Roxas under his right arm, Zexion hauled him to the car, pushing him carefully into the back seat as Demyx slid behind the wheel. Zexion stared at him, one eyebrow carefully arched.

"I didn't even have one full beer, Zexion, I'm good to drive." Zexion climbed into the passenger seat.

"We are soo going to die," Demyx whispered, peering around the corner as Roxas stumbled towards his dorm room.

"Hey Axel!" Both boys stifled the urge to laugh as they heard a loud thump emanate from the hallway.

"Um, Roxas?" Demyx moved away from the corner as Axel's voice joined into the conversation. Hiding slightly behind Zexion, who rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's actions, they continued to listen.

"Damn, who put a door there? Did no one think that I might want to walk there?" Zexion bit his tongue, grabbing Demyx and hauling him off towards their own room.

Shutting and locking the door behind him, Zexion did something totally unexpected. He fell onto the couch laughing hysterically. Demyx eyed him, worry evident on his face, which only made the blue-haired boy laugh that much harder. What worried Zexion the most was that he had absolutely no idea why he was laughing to begin with. Maybe he had finally gone insane. Demyx inched slowly toward the phone hanging in the kitchen and he had almost made it by the time Zexion pounced, pinning him to the floor.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble we're in?" His serious and deadly calm tone of voice eased Demyx's worries somewhat. Now, instead of worrying about his boyfriend's sanity he was preoccupied with worrying about his state of well-being.

"No?" Zexion smirked.

"Neither do I, but I have a feeling it's going to be tremendous. So, before either or both of us wind up in the hospital," Zexion hoisted up the blond and dragged him to the bedroom. Slamming the door shut behind them, Zexion finally felt at peace again, consequences be damned.

It was only much later that either of them thought about the state they had sent Roxas home in. "Hey," Demyx whispered. Zexion turned over to face him. "How much trouble do you think we're going to be in?" he asked. Zexion smiled softly.

"I think…" he said slowly, "that Axel will probably flame both of our asses." Demyx's eyes widened and Zexion sought to placate his fears. "Unless," he continued, "we think of a probable explanation for getting his boyfriend drunk."

"Can you think of one?" Demyx whispered.

"No."

"Neither can I."

"Well then," Axel said, walking through the doorway. "I do believe you're both out of luck."

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