11. Our muses are destined to be night out friends; they’ll never talk outside of being intoxicated and playful, but once the party as started the mood is high, they’re temporary best friends.
"Will you quit it already?" Sasuke hisses darkly at the whiskered boy, ducking to avoid another tug to his hair. It's a wonder he hasn't snapped the others fingers yet.
"Lighten up Sasukeeeee." Menna coos, happily intoxicated after drinking far too much. "When's the last time you has some fun ne?"
"I don't like your definition of fun." Despite his own words, Sasuke reaches for the bottle, pouring himself another drink. It tastes terrible but with each glass, he forgets a little more of what plagues him. Menma doesn't comment, more than content to watch the normally broody and stoic Uchiha unravel little by little.
"... and then, and then... the idiot fell off and was hanging upside down!"
Hours of drinking had loosened Sasuke's tongue a fair bit and by now he was finding everything highly amusing, laughing until tears filled his eyes.
"What an.. Hic! What an idiot." Menma is finding it difficult to string a coherent sentence together. "But! You is an idiot too!"
Another round of laughter follows that statement and Sasuke is soon leaning on Menma for support.
"You're not so bad M-Menma." He admits. "..and you smell like tea."
"What are you talking about 'suke? You smell of ... somethin'. So there."
"Whatever, I'm shleepy. Move your ass so I can sleep."