This is for Drabble Challenge: Places! I give you the number.... 43!
Thank you so much, Gretta! Although I honestly didn’t know what I just wrote. All I know is that its the teams’ aces. Enjoy!
When Aran invitedIwaizumi to come to the Super Bowl party he’ll be hosting, he really didn’t knowwhat to expect. Truthfully, he only knows so little about the Super Bowl, likehow it’s a sports event, and that it’s a huge, huge deal in the West. He doesn’teven know that people hold parties over it.
But he’s been tied upwith school for the past few weeks and he really needs a break. Being invitedinto some party is easier than thinking about what to do or where to go forsome entertainment. (Iwaizumi feels like his brain cells have all been used up andhe really doesn’t want to think about how he’ll spend his time. He’s thattired.) That, and Aran seems to be a nice guy, and he’ll feel a bit bad aboutrejecting his invitation.
However, the waythings are going now, that might have been the better decision.
The number of peoplewasn’t the problem, it was just a small party, after all. But Bokuto is just asloud as a room crowded with people, and Iwaizumi had his fair share of noisyteammates, but that’s the point. Those were teammates. As in plural. As in a lot. Bokuto is just a person, but theloudness of his personality is just as loud as his voice. It’s worse because he’sconsiderably drunk.
Ushijima, the onesitting on Bokuto’s left, on the couch directly in front of the television set,didn’t seem to particularly mind, nor care about how hyperactive Bokuto is getting,the longer the game goes. He’s just watching the game with mild interest, and occasionallytakes a sip of beer from his cup.
Iwaizumi couldn’t saythe same for Asahi, who’s trying so hardto make himself small. Which is a really impossible feat. He’s sitting onBokuto’s other side, and he’s been Bokuto’s favorite target. Iwaizumi winces wheneverBokuto puts an arm around Asahi’s shoulders, but drops it like a sack of rice. Heactually has to lean away, whenever Bokuto hoots and cheers when a good pass isdone and shown on the screen. Iwaizumi is sure that Asahi is scarred for life,if he wasn’t so scarred before.
Saying a short prayerfor Asahi, Iwaizumi tears his eyes away from them, and on its way to look atthe screen, he catches the other odd one, Kiyoomi Sakusa, who’s sitting all theway at the kitchen counter, hands firmly on his lap, mask still on his face. Hehasn’t taken it off since Iwaizumi arrived, and he doubt’s he’ll take it off,ever. He seems to be the least interested person in the room, and Iwaizumidoesn’t understand why he doesn’t just leave, but like he’s one to talk.
Aran had been areally good host so far, offering the lone arm chair, -the only decent chairleft in the living room after Bokuto has hogged the couch- to Iwaizumi, and hejust settled for the worn out bean bag he pulled out of his room. He evenprovided all the snacks and the booze for the night, and his requirement wasjust for them to have fun. Seriously though, how does a guy like that evenexist, Iwaizumi doesn’t even know.
What he knows though,or heard is that it’s already the halftime, and that a very special guest willbe performing after the commercial break, so they all should stay tuned.
Iwaizumi thinks thatthey’lll finally have some semblance of peace since Bokuto wouldn’t have goodpasses to shout at, but boy was he wrong.
Bokuto startedbouncing on the couch, eyes alight with excitement and wide grin bordering onmad. He must know who the artist is and suddenly, the image of Bokuto singingalong whoever that artist is flashed in Iwaizumi’s mind, inspiring terror towell up inside him.
He gulps, the downswhat remains on his drink, and pours himself another one. He needs to be drunkif he wants to survive this long night.
