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Well he learnt one more thing about himself that he didn't know. He couldn't handle his drinks. Cocktails although sweet still contained alcohol. He was finding out the hard way. They moved to a table big enough for all of them, where they all sat with their drinks. This time he had a sultry spring bloom made with the same vodka, the liquid green with a candy slice placed on the edge of the glass.

It looked like Kadota was drinking beer, Karisawa was drinking the weakest alcohol there was, the same as Walker. Although under-age Kadota had brought Kida a drink too. He looked like he needed it. Right from the start the teen's expression had turned sour as soon as he had seen Anri.

The next round Karisawa brought back on a tray. The drink he was handed was a strawberry daiquiri and one of his favourites to make, mainly because he got to smother the top with strawberries or whipped cream. Everyone else had the same, though he was the only one who realised Erika had neat vodka.

Checking the time he saw that less than an hour had passed, still no messages from his younger brother. He had one message from Izaya. What time should I pick you up? The blond text back knowing they would only be there for a couple of hours. He didn't get a reply.

Four sweet drinks later or maybe it was five, a happy buzz ran through him, slurring his words and making it hard to move. There were other people coming into the bar now, meaning it was now opening time. He glanced up seeing Kadota at the bar, talking to Vorona. Karisawa and Walker were practically making out opposite him. Kida was nursing his drink, mumbling to himself. "How did this happen? Why would he pick her?" Draining his drink he decided it was time to go. Karisawa had other thoughts, music filled the bar as Akabayashi took care of the sound system upstairs.

"I love this song, come on." Shizuo blinked as she dragged all three of them upstairs and onto the dance floor. The next second she was gone and back again holding out new glasses for them. One more wouldn't hurt, it was colourless and near impossible to tell what was in it, his guess was vodka. The empty glass was removed and then the music changed, Karisawa pulled him to dance with her. He didn't dance and after tonight he probably wouldn't drink again either. Another drink was handed to him and then he was moving his hips in time to the otaku, a bitter taste in his mouth, the floor becoming crowded.

He wondered how much time had passed, but it was the last thought on his mind as he became more comfortable with the movements, swaying and gliding. From the corner of his eye, he thought he could see Kida, with a black haired teen. It looked like they were arguing. He looked away as they started kissing.

The next song was fast paced, he felt like a third wheel as The otaku duo ground against each other, arms waving. Finding his way through the crowd, he made his way to the bar and order another drink. It was the black haired teen that served him, she looked like she had been crying.

After another two drinks he went back up to the dance floor, growling as he felt someone touch his ass. "Shizu-chan." He turned finding himself staring into crimson eyes. "It's time to go." The blond shook his head. "Ishaya dansh wit me." He threw his arms around his lover grinding into him, as he moved his hips and then everything went black.

The first thing he noticed as he woke up was the throbbing in his skull. "Fuck." His voice loud in his ears as he spoke. Throwing back the covers, he tried to climb out of the bed, failing miserably as he swayed sideways. He would have crashed into the bedside table, had it not been for his fiancé's quick reflexes. "Careful, Shizu-chan." He was steadied and led to sit back on the bed. "What happened?" His mouth was dry and he happily accepted the glass of water he was handed along with both his pill and another one. Swallowing them down, he lay back on the bed waiting for the headache to pass. "You don't remember?"

The blond shook his head. "I remember you arrived and then that's it." The rest of his memory was hazy. His lover smirked, making him think he should have dodged the entire conversation. "So you don't remember grinding against me, or me trying to get you into the car, while you begged me to fuck you? You really should keep your hands to yourself when I'm driving."

Damn it, he was never drinking again. He dropped his head, avoiding Izaya's gaze. "What time is it?" He shivered as slim fingers threaded through his hair. "You've got fifteen minutes until we leave." Shizuo nodded attempting once again to stand up. Satisfied he could move properly, the flea left him to shower.

The shower helped, he could feel himself waking up. Once he was dressed he went downstairs, Izaya handing him a plate of toast. His stomach twinged at the thought of eating, but he ignored it taking small bites. "How are you feeling?" Shizuo glanced over at him, taking a seat on the sofa. "A bit better."

"You should know not to drink so much on a work night. It's only Tuesday." He shook his head, letting out a sigh. "Shut up, this is my first hangover." Crimson eyes blinked. "Really? You used to work in a bar." Reluctantly he nodded. "I know, but I heard all the stories about one night stands and I didn't want to risk it." Having a stranger find out his secret, when even the people closest didn't know...

"Well you didn't do much until I got there." He opened his mouth to ask him how the hell he knew that, when his inner question had already been answered. "Karisawa was filming the entire thing. She sent me a copy." Damn it. He shook his head wondering exactly when his work mate had been filming. "You can stay at your desk today, there should be some interesting conversations." Blinking he looked up in confusion. "Dotachin should be waking up next to a certain Russian barmaid and Masaomi-kun should be happier, now that he has the boyfriend he wanted. Here these should help." He clutched his head as he took the blue sunglasses offered.

Shizuo said nothing until he had finished his breakfast and they were in the car. "How do you know that? Did you have Shiki put CCTV in the bar?" He got laughter in reply. "It's easy to tell, I was an informant." He hadn't noticed at first, but Izaya was speaking quieter. Shaking his head, he rested it gently against the window. "The kid asked me for advice. Why is he working for you?"

"You didn't ask him? No of course you wouldn't." Opening his eyes he shot a glare at his lover. "You know what gangs are?" The blond nodded, he had taken care of his fair few when he was in a school. "Right well none of those teens are normal. Masaomi-kun, Anri-chan and Mikado-kun were all gang leaders." Shizuo's mouth dropped open, he had spoken to all three of them and they had seemed harmless. "They didn't tell each other anything. The three gangs were Dollars, The yellow scarves and the slasher." He shook his head trying to take it all in. "What does that have to do with the kid?"

"I'm getting there, silly protozoan. It's a love triangle. Mikado liked Anri and Masaomi liked Mikado. Their hidden feelings affected their gangs, starting a gang war. It stopped once one of them stepped back. It's why I accepted him to work for me." Which explained why the teen had been so moody and down. "Last night Mikado-kun finally decided who he wanted. You saw them kiss and Anri-chan crying." The flea sighed as they had to stop at a traffic light. "Masaomi-kun should be his usual happy self, but if Anri-chan goes to Akabayashi he might be in trouble." Shizuo sighed. "Nothing is ever simple. It's creepy you know so much about their lives." His fiancé shrugged. "I know everything about everyone that works for me."

The car pulled up outside, making his stomach twinge again. As he walked to the door the smell of smoke hit him. Making him feel worse. Still he was in a better state than his colleagues. For once Erika was silent, head resting on her keyboard. Walker was the same, as was Kida. He could see the hickeys lining his throat.

Kadota came back from the kitchen holding a box of paracetamol and five mugs of coffee. "Morning Shizuo, how are you feeling?" The blond nodded to say he was fine. "Headache, you?" Kadota placed the cups down. "Pretty much the same. Thought you should know I'm dating Vorona." So the flea was right. At least he was over Shizuka now. "Nice sunglasses."

All of them covered their ears as the speaker whined, Izaya's voice sounding like a foghorn in his ears. "Is it over yet?" Kadota answered him seconds later with a nod of his head. Uncovering his ears, he slumped in his seat. "Here, I made everyone coffee." Shizuo hated the bitter taste but he drank it anyway, the same as the other three when they lifted their heads from the desk.

The day passed quietly, no one speaking, Kadota plying them with coffee. At lunch Erika and Walker stayed where they were. Kida smiled leaving the room, no doubt to meet the other teen. Kodota left too, probably to see Vorona. He wondered what he should do, when the choice was taken from him.

His phone rang, the noise loud in his ears, it was the call he had been waiting for and now he was filled with dread, wondering how his younger brother would take the news. Taking a deep breath, he answered the call. "Hi Kasuka." The voice on the other end sounded relieved. Hi nii-san, sorry I didn't get back to you. Shizuo smiled, leaving the room, he made his way outside, breathing in fresh air. "It's okay, I know you were busy." He could never be mad at Kasuka. What did you want to talk about?

And there it was, the question asked. "Actually I wanted to tell you something. You know me and the flea have been together a year." He waited for Kasuka to say something, letting out a sigh he carried on. "Kasuka, we're getting married." He was met with silence. "Kasuka?" It was several seconds before he got an answer. You agreed to it? Orihara-San didn't force you? Shizuo shook his head forgetting his brother couldn't see him. "I said yes, he didn't force me into anything." More silence. I see, as long as you're happy nii-san. When is the wedding? Ah, they hadn't spoken about it yet. "We haven't discussed it yet." And now the silence was becoming uncomfortable.

Have you told out parents? Shizuo grit his teeth in anger at the thought. "No and don't say anything to them." He didn't want them to know. You should tell them, you are still their son. The conversation was going nowhere, he was on the verge of snapping his phone in half. "Sorry Kasuka. I have to go." He hung up the call, trying to release his stone grip on the phone. "He didn't take it well?" The blond jumped, dropping his phone only for it to be caught by the flea's quick reflexes. "Damn it, don't sneak up on me like that." He put his phone back in his pocket. "He said as long as I was happy." He felt slightly comforted by the hand on his back. "It's a start."

"No doubt he'll be back in the next couple of days. That should be fun." Shizuo shook his head. "You're enjoying this aren't you." He wanted to wipe that smirk from his lover's face. "Maybe a little, old habits Shizu-chan." Shaking his head, he brushed the hand away. "You're such a bastard." Crimson eyes blinked up at him followed by a sly grin. "I was worse when I was younger."

He held onto that tiny bit of information, storing it away with the rest of the information he knew about his fiancé. "How's the hangover?" He shrugged heading back into the building. "Better. You know we haven't done a lot of work." Mr god complex grinned. "I know, but it's entertaining to watch. I don't need to punish any of you, because you're already suffering."

Damn flea no doubt laughing at their pain, as he watched them on the CCTV. "Shizu-chan." He had a split second warning until he was pulled into a kiss, that looked innocent, yet it was anything but. Pulling away, his face red as he glared at the flea. "See you in a few hours." His fiancé hopped in the lift, waving at him.

Turning around he saw that everyone walking the corridor had stopped to stare at them. Feeling embarrassment flood him, he growled punching the wall. Walking away from the cracked plaster, he strode back to his desk, everyone getting out of his way and giving him a wide berth. The thought that no one had known about his strength or his temper hit him hard. Fuck!

While his mood soured, his work colleagues were getting over their hangovers. Karisawa somehow back to her usual peppiness. He groaned as he caught a glimpse of what she was holding up. The phone she was supposedly using last night. As soon as he entered the room he was cornered, the screen thrust in his face, close enough for him to see, but not close enough for him to snatch it away. Luckily it was only Karisawa and Walker in the room. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he watched the screen as she pushed play.

There were multiple videos and he watched every single one, cursing his inability to drink. The first one started at the bar where he had downed his first cocktail. It then moved to where he finished more drinks, the video ended after the third one. The next showed him draining the rest of his drinks and Kadota gaining enough confidence to talk to Vorona. The videos got more embarrassing as time passed. He was up to where he was dancing sensually against Izaya in a fuck me kind of way. That was the point his memory had blacked out.

The next video showed himself making out with Izaya, fingers clinging to him, trying to undress his lover on the dance floor. He hung his head in disbelief, knowing that Mr god complex had a copy somehow. In the background he could see Kida and Mikado making out against the wall. He could see how daring he was as a drunk, his arms pulling the flea close. His eyes narrowed as Izaya gripped his wrist, trying to steady him. He would have thought his fiancé would have jumped at the chance, but surprisingly it was him that was in control. Izaya forcing him away, eyes narrowed, mouth moving rapidly.

He could see the camera follow them down the stairs, his arm around the flea's shoulder as he was supported. His own mouth was open, lips moving fast on the screen. He could see Shiki talking to Izaya, before he was lead outside. The camera moved after them and then cut out, signalling the end of the video. He could see the otaku wanted to squeal, though she kept silent, pressing play. This video showed him bent over outside, emptying his stomach, Izaya rubbing one hand on his back, one hand tangled in his hair, combing it back. Damn it, it was embarrassing how pathetic he was, in front of the flea of all people.

Still it showed him another side of Izaya, the one willing to do anything for him. His face flushed, once again he owed him. The video continued showing him struggling to get in the car, once again trying to make a move on his lover and once again being held back. He wasn't sure how Erika had gotten so close to film the rest, he was dazed and completely out of it, still trying to crawl into the flea's lap. There was more talking and then movement as Izaya removed his belt, wrapping them around his wrists, around the seat belt. The final video cut off as the car reversed.

And now she did squeal loudly, if he still had his headache, he may have been tempted to throw her across the room. "Any chance you could delete those?" The otaku shook her head, clutching the phone to her as if it was the most precious thing in the world. Luckily for him Kida decided to return at that moment, becoming her next victim.

In the mean time he made his way to his desk, pretending to do some work, his mind swirling in confusion. At times the flea could be such an ass hole and it would lead to stupid fights, that somehow usually always ended with Izaya on top. And then there were times where he was so fucking gentle it pissed him off. Feeling his face flood with heat, he rested his head in a way he could hide and not be seen by the cameras. Yes there were two in the office again.

The end of the day couldn't come quick enough, nervousness filled him as he walked to the car. Climbing in he slumped against the seat. "Feeling better?" He gave a curt nod, feeling like he had to say something. "Thanks." The damn flea never made things easy for him. "Why are you thanking me? Shizu-chan." Damn him. "For what you did last night."

"And what did I do last night?" Letting out a sigh, he sent his fiancé a glare. "You know damn well, agh forget it." Slamming the door, he heard his name called in warning. Ignoring it, he pulled the seat belt across. "All you had to say was, thank you for getting you home safely and not ravishing you, when you were completely drunk." Shooting the flea another glare, he turned away, looking up at the sky as Izaya drove them home.

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