Author's Note: This is the sequel to the previous chapter, which isn't something that will happen very often. A friend requested it after "Tricky" was written, though, and I thought it turned out pretty well!

Sho x Mitsuko

boynumbersex commented on "Tricky": "you should totally add on to this w/ drunk kazuo"

Sho and Mitsuko had done the impossible — Kazuo Kiriyama was drunk.

He wasn't just tipsy, either. No, after the first drink, which must have been stronger than Mitsuko had guessed, Kazuo had downed bottle after bottle until he could apparently hold no more. Now he had his head on the counter and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

"You'd think he'd never had a drink before," Sho mused, watching Kazuo intently.

"It actually wouldn't surprise me," Mitsuko said seriously. "Is he crying?"

Sho tilted his head. "I don't think so. He's just had a bit too much… people have pretty strange reactions to this stuff sometimes."

"No kidding," Mitsuko muttered in agreement. She glanced at her friend and smirked. "I can't believe you're not taking advantage of this."

Sho sighed thoughtfully. "As much as I'd love to…"

Mitsuko winked. "I won't tell."

That seemed to be all Sho needed to hear. He sauntered out from behind the bar and raised his hand to his hair nervously. "Do I look okay?" he asked Mitsuko, biting his lip.

"You're fine," she assured him. "It's not like he's going to remember this anyway." Unless I document it for them… hmm. She sat back and watched Sho approach Kazuo.

An older man took Sho's place behind the bar. "Can I get you anything?"

"I'll take another shot… just vodka, thanks," Mitsuko replied absently, not taking her eyes off the two boys. It'll make this all the more entertaining to watch.

Kazuo felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up. Everything was so blurry… was someone standing in front of him? He thought so, and his guess was confirmed when that someone spoke.

"W-Wha… I can't…" Kazuo struggled to let them know that he couldn't hear.

The person leaned down to speak in his ear. "I said, let's dance," a feminine voice purred.

Kazuo felt himself being pulled to his feet, and he stumbled after whoever was dragging him along. There were suddenly a whole lot of bright lights, and he squinted. Ow.

Where was he, anyway? What was going on? Why wasn't he alone at home?

Most importantly, who was this person who had their arms around his neck?

He tried shaking his head, but it was as if he was no longer in control of his movements. What…?

Souma, he recalled with sudden clarity. This was something to do with the Souma girl… he just couldn't remember exactly what. Did that mean he was dancing with Mitsuko?

Kazuo opened his mouth and tried his best not to slur. "Who…?"

He didn't manage to say more than that before his words were abruptly cut off.

Mitsuko let out a peal of laughter from her place at the bar as Sho kissed Kazuo. Camera, I need my camera, she thought, digging through her purse. It took her a moment to find it, but luckily, Sho seemed to have no immediate plans to change his position. She quickly snapped a picture of the two boys, snickering. Solid evidence that even you can't argue with, Kiriyama.

She grinned to herself. The aftermath of this was going to be very interesting.

Kazuo woke up in a bed that wasn't his own. Sitting up, he looked around blearily, blinking to clear his vision, and noticed that his head was throbbing.

Something caught his eye. On a small table next to his bed sat a glass of water, two small pills, and… a note. He reached for that first.

Here's some water and medicine for your head, dear. I had to step out for a bit, but I'll be back soon. You can stay as long as you'd like, of course. Love, Zuki.

Kazuo made a face. He was at Sho's? Vague memories of the previous night began to return to him… was he hungover? But… he'd barely had anything to drink… his head shouldn't hurt this badly…

He turned his attention to the quick postscript at the end of the note.

By the way, I'm not sure how much you remember from last night, but Mitsu was kind enough to snap a picture for us.

It was only then that Kazuo noticed the glossy photo sitting next to the glass of water. He reached for it with a sickening feeling in his stomach, eyes widening in shock and horror as he saw what it was.

Oh, fuck.