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[Asher has had a little too much to drink, as drowning himself in alcohol is one of the many ways in which he self medicates. There are no hunnies to hump, after all, because the girls in this place actually have taste.
He meanders uselessly in the castle hallways, shuffling from left wall to right wall, until he sees a familiar face. Following a hiccup, he points to the other and inquires all too loudly:]
Are you drunk right now?
[And, after a useless head bobble...]
No?
[Asher waltzes right over and waves a very heavy hand at the man in front of him.]
Well too bad for you... Kung Jingle.
He meanders uselessly in the castle hallways, shuffling from left wall to right wall, until he sees a familiar face. Following a hiccup, he points to the other and inquires all too loudly:]
Are you drunk right now?
[And, after a useless head bobble...]
No?
[Asher waltzes right over and waves a very heavy hand at the man in front of him.]
Well too bad for you... Kung Jingle.
[kung????????? jingle???? jesus fucking christ
Jin wrinkles his nose in distaste. If it weren't already apparent from the way he's making himself like a complete tool, the alcohol thick on Asher's breath would have definitely been a tip off. This man is wasted.]
I don't drink. [Jin's swatting Asher's hand away as soon as it's within a couple of inches of his face.]
And I am not patient enough to deal with a drunk. Where's your room, even?
Jin wrinkles his nose in distaste. If it weren't already apparent from the way he's making himself like a complete tool, the alcohol thick on Asher's breath would have definitely been a tip off. This man is wasted.]
I don't drink. [Jin's swatting Asher's hand away as soon as it's within a couple of inches of his face.]
And I am not patient enough to deal with a drunk. Where's your room, even?
[Asher turns his head to the side, biting his lip and trying very hard to focus on the wall.]
Over there?
Or was it over there...
[And then he faces the opposite direction, pointing a wobbly finger. In the process of doing so he loses his balance.]
Over there?
Or was it over there...
[And then he faces the opposite direction, pointing a wobbly finger. In the process of doing so he loses his balance.]
[elder gods if only he were actually mean enough to make him fall over--
But he isn't, because watching him stumble around is just embarrassing as hell. Jin grabs Asher by the shoulders and holds the man steady, tilting his head a little to get a good look at his face.]
Wonder if there's an ALASTAIR rep I can call to come get you.
[What a mess.]
But he isn't, because watching him stumble around is just embarrassing as hell. Jin grabs Asher by the shoulders and holds the man steady, tilting his head a little to get a good look at his face.]
Wonder if there's an ALASTAIR rep I can call to come get you.
[What a mess.]
[Asher stumbles miserably as he re-positions himself. His hands reach for the nearest object he can use for support, which just happens to be Jin's body.
His hands smooth over the other's broad chest, and Jin will notice that they're soft, definitely belonging to a boy who has seen little hardship in life. Although some might have considered the gesture intimate, it seems as though Asher is noticeably distressed and searching for something.
After a beat, he looks up.]
What happened to all of your chest hair?
[And then, in a very serious voice:]
Did it run away?
His hands smooth over the other's broad chest, and Jin will notice that they're soft, definitely belonging to a boy who has seen little hardship in life. Although some might have considered the gesture intimate, it seems as though Asher is noticeably distressed and searching for something.
After a beat, he looks up.]
What happened to all of your chest hair?
[And then, in a very serious voice:]
Did it run away?
[Well. That's... huh.
Jin blinks, dumbfounded, and his eyes dart from the hands on his chest, uncomfortably tender as they run over his skin, to the dazed, vacant look on the other man's face. Asher Millstone did not come here solely to drunkenly come onto him, did he? He isn't even--]
What.
[Nope. Never mind: Asher is still just wasted.
Once again, Jin pushes his hands away. That's it: he's been generous enough to keep him from falling flat on his face, he's not going to put up with him anymore. Chagrined, eyes dark with contempt, he begins to stalk in the opposite direction.]
Go back to your own room, Millstone.
Jin blinks, dumbfounded, and his eyes dart from the hands on his chest, uncomfortably tender as they run over his skin, to the dazed, vacant look on the other man's face. Asher Millstone did not come here solely to drunkenly come onto him, did he? He isn't even--]
What.
[Nope. Never mind: Asher is still just wasted.
Once again, Jin pushes his hands away. That's it: he's been generous enough to keep him from falling flat on his face, he's not going to put up with him anymore. Chagrined, eyes dark with contempt, he begins to stalk in the opposite direction.]
Go back to your own room, Millstone.
[Asher opens his mouth to say something, flopping against the wall and edging forward slightly, but he stops himself mid-motion.
For some reason he's reminded of their very first exchange, of just how useless he felt in that particular moment in time. The alcohol should be doing something, shouldn't it? He had tapped into that bottle of liquor just for that reason, to numb whatever ache he was experiencing.
Shoulders hit the wall as he slides miserably to the floor, nose wrinkling in the process. There is no trophy to chase here, no symbol of victory for him to lust after. Because even then, when he knew that he had gotten something he didn't seem to deserve, he had the opportunity to prove his worth even for a short while.
Without thinking, he places his head in his hands, breathing loudly. He's screwed up again this time, too.]
For some reason he's reminded of their very first exchange, of just how useless he felt in that particular moment in time. The alcohol should be doing something, shouldn't it? He had tapped into that bottle of liquor just for that reason, to numb whatever ache he was experiencing.
Shoulders hit the wall as he slides miserably to the floor, nose wrinkling in the process. There is no trophy to chase here, no symbol of victory for him to lust after. Because even then, when he knew that he had gotten something he didn't seem to deserve, he had the opportunity to prove his worth even for a short while.
Without thinking, he places his head in his hands, breathing loudly. He's screwed up again this time, too.]
[Jin's expecting heavy, clumsy footsteps walking in the other direction, not the soft thump he hears when Asher sinks to the floor behind him. He stops without turning; wars with himself silently, willing his feet to move even as he stands rooted to the spot. It's not worth it. He shouldn't make the effort, Asher's just some drunken idiot--
Which, of course, means that he turns around and walks right back to Asher's side.]
Come on, knucklehead. [His voice is still chiding, but without its earlier venom, as he takes a knee and rests a hand on the other man's shoulder. Jin's weakness, apparently, is lost causes-- Asher looks too dejected here for him to feel good about walking away.]
No puking no the floor, all right? You need to get up.
Which, of course, means that he turns around and walks right back to Asher's side.]
Come on, knucklehead. [His voice is still chiding, but without its earlier venom, as he takes a knee and rests a hand on the other man's shoulder. Jin's weakness, apparently, is lost causes-- Asher looks too dejected here for him to feel good about walking away.]
No puking no the floor, all right? You need to get up.
No, I don't...
[He keeps his face covered as shame begins to creep its way into his fragile psyche.
There are a few friends he's made here, to be fair, but how many of them really want him around? Even back home, it's been a semester already and if the others were to find out that he were missing...
They'd be relieved, wouldn't they? To know someone so irritating was just out of their hair, gone from their lives.
Such realizations are the kind that can kill a man, at least, emotionally.]
I don't feel sick.
[Just sad.]
[He keeps his face covered as shame begins to creep its way into his fragile psyche.
There are a few friends he's made here, to be fair, but how many of them really want him around? Even back home, it's been a semester already and if the others were to find out that he were missing...
They'd be relieved, wouldn't they? To know someone so irritating was just out of their hair, gone from their lives.
Such realizations are the kind that can kill a man, at least, emotionally.]
I don't feel sick.
[Just sad.]
Could've fooled me, seeing as you're on the ground.
[He grips Asher's shoulder reassuringly: Jin might not've dealt with drunks very often, but he does at least know how to let Asher know that he's here to help.]
I'm gonna pull you up. Let's go, man.
[He grips Asher's shoulder reassuringly: Jin might not've dealt with drunks very often, but he does at least know how to let Asher know that he's here to help.]
I'm gonna pull you up. Let's go, man.
[Maybe he is sick. Does this count? Alcohol has its ups and downs, but this is definitely rock bottom. It's not so much that he wants to vomit, no, it's more that being alone leaves him with more than a few unkind thoughts. As much as he projects confidence, when the doors close and he's by himself...
He feels miserable, unloved, but unsure how to change it.]
Where?
[There's fear in his eyes, although he doesn't push the other away. Pity is no good, pity isn't friendship, but it's something.
At least someone cares.]
He feels miserable, unloved, but unsure how to change it.]
Where?
[There's fear in his eyes, although he doesn't push the other away. Pity is no good, pity isn't friendship, but it's something.
At least someone cares.]
[Jin wraps an arm around Asher's side and hoists him up by the shoulders. Takeda is the psychic, not Jin: he's got no way to communicate that, rather than pity, it's sympathy that drives him to help the other man. An awareness that, many years ago, he was down and out, too.
Once Asher's steady, he replies:] Your room, clearly. Neither of us are drunk enough for you to be coming back to mine.
[And now is the only time he could even insinuate anything of the sort.]
Tell me where to go, all right?
Once Asher's steady, he replies:] Your room, clearly. Neither of us are drunk enough for you to be coming back to mine.
[And now is the only time he could even insinuate anything of the sort.]
Tell me where to go, all right?
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[Jin will notice once he snakes his hand around the other that there's definitely something sturdy beneath the well-fitted clothes, and that Asher may not be as ill-equipped for a fight as one would initially think.
His foot slides against the ground and it takes all of Asher's energy to keep himself balanced despite the younger man's help, so he misses the joke entirely. Even his response time is delayed, and it takes him a few blinks and a few more seconds to form words.]
I don't wanna go back there.
[Going back means retracing steps, remembering.
Remembering all the stupid things he's done tonight.
God, he'd fucked up with them all, hadn't he?]
I don't want...
[Asher can't quite finish the sentence. It's embarrassing, after all... Not wanting to be alone.]
His foot slides against the ground and it takes all of Asher's energy to keep himself balanced despite the younger man's help, so he misses the joke entirely. Even his response time is delayed, and it takes him a few blinks and a few more seconds to form words.]
I don't wanna go back there.
[Going back means retracing steps, remembering.
Remembering all the stupid things he's done tonight.
God, he'd fucked up with them all, hadn't he?]
I don't want...
[Asher can't quite finish the sentence. It's embarrassing, after all... Not wanting to be alone.]
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[His shoulders and torso are broader than Jin expects; he blinks back his surprise as Asher leans against his arm, his body sliding back against Jin.
God, this had not been a wise decision.
Fortunately, the other man doesn't catch the meaning, or the moment that Jin's too surprised by the way that Asher feels to move. Steadily, but surely, Jin takes a step back towards where Asher had come from... just in time for him to hear his rambling.
There's something deeper here: something that Asher wouldn't have admitted to him while sober. It shouldn't be a surprise-- doesn't everyone have secrets?-- but somewhere, he'd taken that for granted. His voice is patient, searching, even as he wonders whether any of this is something he's supposed to know at all.]
Your room? Or somewhere else?
God, this had not been a wise decision.
Fortunately, the other man doesn't catch the meaning, or the moment that Jin's too surprised by the way that Asher feels to move. Steadily, but surely, Jin takes a step back towards where Asher had come from... just in time for him to hear his rambling.
There's something deeper here: something that Asher wouldn't have admitted to him while sober. It shouldn't be a surprise-- doesn't everyone have secrets?-- but somewhere, he'd taken that for granted. His voice is patient, searching, even as he wonders whether any of this is something he's supposed to know at all.]
Your room? Or somewhere else?
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I hate it.
[He's not answering the question directly, partly because he can't focus and because the physical contact has him feeling even more confused.
Jin's body is comforting, warm.
In an odd way, just what he wanted.]
I hate being alone.
[He's not answering the question directly, partly because he can't focus and because the physical contact has him feeling even more confused.
Jin's body is comforting, warm.
In an odd way, just what he wanted.]
I hate being alone.
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[That's more earnest than he was expecting by far.
Jin barely knows Asher. He's someone he had saved, once; Asher had rescued him before, too, days ago but years behind in Jin's mind. That's barely worth him going to all this trouble to drag him, drunk and emotional, back to his room-- much less to listen to the man lay himself bare and be able to offer him very much in return.
What does he even say to this?]
Everybody does. [is what he decides on, and it's got a real weight of sympathy to it, because it's true. He himself...] Don't think about it too hard.
Jin barely knows Asher. He's someone he had saved, once; Asher had rescued him before, too, days ago but years behind in Jin's mind. That's barely worth him going to all this trouble to drag him, drunk and emotional, back to his room-- much less to listen to the man lay himself bare and be able to offer him very much in return.
What does he even say to this?]
Everybody does. [is what he decides on, and it's got a real weight of sympathy to it, because it's true. He himself...] Don't think about it too hard.
[Jin will be able to see Asher receding, drawing further and further into the depths of his own mind. He may be drunk, but that doesn't change the fact that he'd willingly accept help from a stranger.
Those words do placate him slightly, and it's evident in the way Asher's body relaxes. Much to Jin's chagrin, perhaps, he will feel the other get even closer.]
I think about it a lot.
I wish I didn't.
Those words do placate him slightly, and it's evident in the way Asher's body relaxes. Much to Jin's chagrin, perhaps, he will feel the other get even closer.]
I think about it a lot.
I wish I didn't.
[g oD HE FUCKING HATES STRAIGHT MEN WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS CANT YOU SEE HE'S GAY HERE?? ?/??]
[Re-establishing the distance between them under the guise of adjusting the arm that holds the other man steady (asher why) gives Jin a chance, once again, to think. He isn't very good at this comforting thing-- at least not with strangers.
Then again, Asher's not quite a stranger anymore, is he? How many times have they crossed paths now? Two, three times-- maybe more if he'd run into him while he couldn't remember it?]
You should keep it out of your head, then. Like it or not, [Jin shifts again, unwittingly bringing Asher in closer again. (goddammit.)] you're not alone here. We're all here together, as long as ALASTAIR wants to keep us.
[Where the hell is his room already. These things should be labeled.] Any of these rooms look familiar?
Then again, Asher's not quite a stranger anymore, is he? How many times have they crossed paths now? Two, three times-- maybe more if he'd run into him while he couldn't remember it?]
You should keep it out of your head, then. Like it or not, [Jin shifts again, unwittingly bringing Asher in closer again. (goddammit.)] you're not alone here. We're all here together, as long as ALASTAIR wants to keep us.
[Where the hell is his room already. These things should be labeled.] Any of these rooms look familiar?
[Those words of encouragement, coupled with the unintentional moment of being drawn together again, do appear to rid Asher of his troubles briefly. He stares dumbly at Jin's face, admiration in there somewhere.]
No.
[The words come out softly. His room is pretty far from here.
That's okay, though.
He doesn't mind if they keep looking.]
No.
[The words come out softly. His room is pretty far from here.
That's okay, though.
He doesn't mind if they keep looking.]
[So much for that.
Jin sighs, glancing with uncertainty at Asher's vacant gaze. This is going to take forever: maybe he'll luck out and Asher will sober up in time to figure out where the hell they're headed. He manages the sheepish beginnings of a grin, though.]
Let's keep going, in that case.
[As much of a pain as this is... he doesn't mind it as much as he thought he did.
So long as he can actually get Asher back to where he should be.]
Jin sighs, glancing with uncertainty at Asher's vacant gaze. This is going to take forever: maybe he'll luck out and Asher will sober up in time to figure out where the hell they're headed. He manages the sheepish beginnings of a grin, though.]
Let's keep going, in that case.
[As much of a pain as this is... he doesn't mind it as much as he thought he did.
So long as he can actually get Asher back to where he should be.]
[He won't remember this, not all of it.
But Asher will somehow make the connection, tomorrow morning, that someone thoughtful had helped him to his room after he decided to make a mess of himself in the kitchen.
And at the very least, he will know who that was.]
Okay! Ummmmm...
[Asher bites his lip again, craning his neck as he searches their general vicinity for signs of anything familiar.]
I think it's that way?
[This is better than before.
No matter how long the journey, they'll be making it together.]
But Asher will somehow make the connection, tomorrow morning, that someone thoughtful had helped him to his room after he decided to make a mess of himself in the kitchen.
And at the very least, he will know who that was.]
Okay! Ummmmm...
[Asher bites his lip again, craning his neck as he searches their general vicinity for signs of anything familiar.]
I think it's that way?
[This is better than before.
No matter how long the journey, they'll be making it together.]
Edited 2016-09-29 18:47 (UTC)
[A while after they've spent the night in jail, Jin will receive a video from Asher that features a particularly spiny-looking cactus. It's only a few seconds, lasting only until the camera zooms in a bit closer. Jin will hear a laugh that sounds oddly familiar, one that most definitely belongs to a jerk. Beneath the playable footage is a text.]
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