the gang gets shitfaced drunk, part 1 (rough concept/draft edition)
[This is set in the modern AU where Irma is some sorta idol/celebrity/rolling in fame and cash for some reason and Volg is her bodyguard (with a bit of treasure hunters/thieves on the side) and somehow they’re pals with Hope and then there’s the Jailbirds who’re a bunch of orphans and/or homeless kids that live off of Irma and in turn are basically her little henchmen]
[The gang (Volg, Hope, Irma, a handful of Jailbirds that are old enough to drink and maybe some others idk I forgot) arrive at some bar/club/place to get drunk at of your choice/etc.,. Nobody of them actually want to be there except Irma who roped them all into it too and they don’t dare to speak up against her so they’re just quietly cursing her]
[Volg and Hope order some drinks, start to get drunk after a bit, and casually gay it up]
[Hope has some really gay thoughts about Volg but didn’t realize he actually said that gay shit, RIP Hope.]
“A-ah, I’m sorry... I didn’t meant to say that out loud...” Hope muttered quickly, and went to drown his embarrassment in the rest of his drink. Volg simply chuckled quietly and smiled at him, though.
“Mm, it’s alright...” He said, before taking a sip of his own drink himself. “...although, I’d have never imagined you’d say things like this about a person like me.”
Hope was surprised, and tilted his head. “Why wouldn’t I? They’re all true after all.” he laughed. “I’m surprised you don’t have a horde of admirers chasing after you, actually.”
He regretted saying that though, fearing he said something wrong, as Volg just looked down in response. But then he just shook his head and downed the rest of his drink, then spoke up again. “I did have a lot of admirers in the past, actually... though, I doubt that they admired me for my personality, or my looks even. A lot of them just wanted to be close to me and Irma, for their own selfish reasons. Because we’re rich, because we have our own little gang at our command, who knows.”
He went to order himself another drink, before continuing. “All in all, I never really had someone in my life who seemed so... fond of me in the way you are.” He smiled, though it didn’t last long. “...I can’t really blame them, though. Power and money are possibly more appealing than some freak who’s missing an eye and is plastered with ugly scars.” He laughed, but it sounded bitter, almost sad even. Hope wanted to protest, but was interrupted by the barkeeper bringing Volg his drink. How many drinks did they both have so far, anyway? Hope had no clue. And frankly, he didn’t care right now.
He leaned closer to Volg, which almost caused him to fall out of his chair, and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend’s waist. “You’re not a freak, Volg... you’re kind, and strong, and...” He was silent for a moment, most likely due to the alcohol slowly getting more and more to his head, making him feel kind of dizzy and his tongue heavy. “...and I love you. I love you so, so much...”Only after he said it he started to feel a little nervous, and he glanced up at Volg, waiting for his reaction. But Volg just smiled at him, though that was wiped of his face when, just as he was opening his mouth to respond, he was interrupted by Hope finally slipping off his chair and accidently pulling Volg with him, causing both of them to land on the ground.
Hope tried to get up again, but only stumbled over his own legs, and then buried his face in his hands. “Oh god, I-... I’m so sorry!...” He kept repeating that, until he felt someone pulling him up again, and before he knew it, he found himself sitting on Volg’s lap and facing his boyfriend, who just let out a little laugh, and smiled at him like he always does. “It’s alright, Hope... if you’re alright, that is. Did you get hurt?” He tilted his head, and gave his boyfriend a worried look. Hope shook his head. “A-ah, no, I’m fine, don’t worry...” Though, that wasn’t exactly the truth. The alcohol was making him more and more light-headed, and his heart was racing, which may or may not had to do with him being so close to Volg. His face was almost right in front of his, and Hope could’ve sweared he saw some faint freckles on Volg’s face. He could’ve also just imagined that, though. He didn’t pay attention for long on that, anyway. His gaze wandered down, until it was resting on Volg’s lips, and again, he was hit with the realization of just how close the two of them were right now, and he looked away, blushing. Hope really hated himself for feeling so embarassed right now. He and Volg are boyfriends, after all. Though, they only gave each other a few small, shy kisses before, and they never went anywhere beyond that. Hell, only thinking about something like that made him even more flustered.
He was snapped out of thoughts though, as Volg suddenly put his arms around his waist, pulling him closer, before burying his face in Hope’s chest. Hope didn’t know what to think. One on hand, he was very flustered, but on the other hand, he was also very confused because of this. Volg was rarely affectionate in public, and never at such a crowded place like this. He eventually decided to return the gesture, and lifted a hand to run it through Volg’s hair, then down his neck and his back. Only then Hope noticed that something seemed wrong. He felt Volg shaking slightly, and he sweared he could hear some muffled noises coming from him that almost sounded like sobbing. Hope couldn’t imagine that someone like from Volg would sob, let alone cry. But as he drew his hand from Volg’s back and tilted his head up with it instead, he could clearly see tears on Volg’s face, even with how dimly lit the club was.
[OH NO... WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN... FIND OUT IN PART 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO: HOPE GETS LAID (FINALLY)]
