M: Morning

"Agh, my head…" Green eyes opened, but quickly closed as they were exposed to the blinding rays of sun. God, that hurts. What are the birds doing, chirping so loud? The throbbing migraine, the inability to recollect what the hell happened last night--

Ah, hangovers.

'Where am I? What happened? And where is my Chaser Plus?' Axel sat up, a hand over his aching eyes. While he was digging through his memory to piece together last night's events, he felt heat radiate to the left of him. 'Ah, another broad.' He uncovered one eye and looked to the body next to him. Their back was facing towards Axel. 'Ah, a blondie. If only I could remember… Was she good? Or,' Axel snorted, 'maybe she was so bad, it's the reason I can't remember.' He shrugged. 'Now, where are my clothes?"

"Minus the hangover, I actually feel pretty sated."

"How was she like?"

"I dunno," Axel replied. "If I feel this great, then she shouldn't have been that bad."

"Did you catch her name?"

"Uh… Julie? Talaylay?" The redhead pfft'd. "I don't know. Their names all blend together."

"Excuse me?" Axel turned to the tiny voice behind him. The owner of said voice was a boy Axel knew, but only on a name-to-name basis. Who was he? Rocky? Robert?

"Can I speak to you for a minute, Axel?" the boy asked. This kid didn't even look like he belonged in a college.

"Yeah, sure." He followed the blond boy to a secluded area. When the two were comfortably alone, the boy whose name Axel couldn't remember changed from an expression of sweetness and sunshine and lollipops to dour, sullen and rather unimpressed.

"Whoa…--"

"You got some nerve, you asshole." The redhead took one step backward, while the blond took one leap forward, a finger jabbing at Axel's torso. "Leaving me--I had to foot the bill: $57.23. That dump was expensive, Axel. I can't believe you made me pay, you're the one who took me there with your ritzy Ferrari and sparkly rims--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Axel held his hands up in an attempt to quiet the steaming lad. "Wha-? Who are--! What are you talking about?"

"I'm Roxas, from the bar?" No response. "Last night?" What? "Hold on, I'll show you what you probably saw this morning." The boy named Roxas thread his fingers through his golden locks and mussed it up as best as he could. When he was convinced about the quality of his hair, he turned around. "The back of my head, do you remember?"

Axel the Fish. Anyone would have gotten a good kick out of it.

"No, no, no, no, no…" Axel swung his arms in his negative declaration. "I do not sleep with guys--I do not."

"Ha ha, I beg to differ, Mr. So Drunk Off His Ass He Couldn't Tell Who's An Inney Or An Outey. Now," Roxas held out his hand, "I'd like my $57.23, please."

"Tell me--t-t-tell me, what led to the events that caused me to play a game for the other team?" Axel asked, grabbing at his hair. "I-I don't remember--"

"A thing?" Roxas finished. "Jesus, Axel, really?"

"Man, I am… I am so wasted, I…" Axel dissolved into wheezing laughter. "I just don't know…" He scanned the crowded bar and finally landed his eyes on someone. "Hey-hey-hey… Hey guys, look at that smokin' chick right over thurr." He pointed to the person he expressed interest in. "Hot, hot, hot," he sang in a falsetto tone.

"Uh, Axel, that's--"

"No, no, no, no, no," he slammed the table with his fist, "no. She is mine, guys, 'kay? So-so no stealing whatsoever, whatsoever, whatsoever…" He stood up, wobbling. "Watch me now…!"

"Hey beautiful, how you doin'?" Axel screeched. The target turned around, an incredulous look plastered all over his--wait, her face. Was this weirdo talking to me?

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"Bond. James Bond," Axel slurred, leaning on the table.

"Lost. Get lost," she countered, a scowl on that pretty face.

"Aw c'mon, don't be that way." Axel put up a finger. "Wait, I-I got one more--one more!" A sloppy grin. "What's your favorite position on extramarital sex?"

"Oh, God, you're a creeper!" she got up to leave, only for Axel to call back.

"Can-can you hear that, baby? It's the sound of my heart breaking!" Axel shouted as she began walking away. Then, she saw her stop and her shoulders droop. She turned back, staring hard with her blue eyes.

"I'm going to hate myself in the morning, aren't I?"

Axel shrugged, a silly grin on his drunken features. "We'll decide if it's a bad idea afterwards."

"Oh, man…" Axel gave a curt sigh, scratching his head. "I... I thought you were just some poor unfortunate girl, you were just so flat…!"

"I can't believe you," Roxas sighed, a dramatic tone. "You forgot the whole night. You give me the best night of pleasure I have ever experienced, one that I'll never, never forget, and you plum forgot it all."

Axel's face lit up. "The-the best?"

"Nah, you suck ass," Roxas snorted. "So," he continued, "my money, you mooch."

"If you hate me so much, why did you agree to sleep with me?" the redhead asked, reaching for his wallet.

"Oh, I don't hate you at all." Axel glanced at the blond before pulling out a few bills.

"I've actually been in love with you for about a year." Axel did a double-take.

"Say-say what?"

"Yeah." When Axel handed him the money, he stuffed it in his pocket. "But, you don't know how to treat a guy--too rough." As he started to leave, he sharply turned back. "Oh, and I won't let it spill that you did it with a dude. I promise." Then, he presumed walking.

"Uh, hey…hey!" Roxas turned around with a look of mild interest. "I believe I should make it up to you." He replied to the blond's questioning look and began casually strolling towards him. "You know, since I 'sucked ass,' and all. I always treat those I disappoint to, you know, a cup of coffee..." He grinned.

"No, you don't," Roxas laughed.

"You're right, I don't." His sly grin disappeared.

"But," Roxas sing-songed, "I'm not going to turn down an offer of coffee. You know," he said, "I'm feeling generous. I'll split the bill." He patted the pocket he stuffed the money in. "I have the cash."

"So, uh, what about those guys you're leaving?" Roxas flicked his head over his shoulder as the two were walking away.

"Oh." He thought for a moment and then shrugged. "C'mon, let's go."

A/N: Hey, it's a one-year anniversary! ...I really should think up better ideas.