flashback for Haku~
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Dear god did he feel like shit. Everything hurt. He wasn’t sure if it was a flare or a the hangover. Maybe even both. No way was he getting up to do anything today. He couldn’t even remember falling asleep. What… had even happened last night?
“Morning, beautiful.”
Haku groaned and rolled over. His roommate was, occasionally, a bit insufferable, tentative boyfriend status or not.
“How the heck did I let you talk me into drinking that much?”
“You’re the one that kept asking the bartender for drinks. ‘Sex on the sofa?’ Really? She shot you down like a rock, man.”
Haku groaned again. “It’s vodka, peach schnapps, and orange juice. Don’t tell me I ordered a-”
“An alien one. They didn’t have midori sour. You complained so much the bartender cut you off and made me drag your sorry ass home.”
“Ugh. Do me a favor and never let me drink again.”
“You asked the guy at the next bar down for a sex in the driveway.”
There was a muffled uttering of ‘it’s peach and curacao’ as Haku buried his face in a pillow. Shinjuku’s nightlife was a godsend for a place to go when sun set off his flares… but apparently he needed to reign in on the innuendo drinks.
“You walked into about four door frames last night too, by the way."
Well that would explain the general misery beyond the hangover. Less drinking. For sure.