I can’t wait hear all about what the new year will bring you guys! How was drinking with Mumen and Garou? Anything particularly fun happen?
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Thank you for your question, @eldinkind Amni-san!
My fiance Saitama and I are looking forward to the year ahead. We are already starting to make important plans...
As for drinking with Mumen Rider and Garou, it was more enjoyable than I expected. I had been disappointed that my Saitama and I were unable to see in the new year alone together, but the evening turned out to be fun.
We took some drinks and snacks along with us (my Saitama had coupons) and Mumen had cooked an evening meal, which we ate before ‘getting the party started’, as Garou put it, whilst opening the first bottle.
A lot of drinks came my way...
I’m not sure if it was Garou’s intention to get revenge for his Christmas present, but he certainly seemed insistent on topping up my glass.
What he didn’t understand was that I had recalibrated my bioprocessors to function better with additional alcohol consumption.
Therefore, when he topped up my glass, and went on to top up his own (and tell me to ‘drink up, trashcan’ so he could top up again) it was only him getting drunker.
It was entertaining. For somebody so muscular, he has a pitiful alcohol tolerance. Even Mumen drank him under the table, by the end of the night.
On the subject of tables, it turns out that Mumen has a big collection of games. Garou snorted at the idea of playing Scrabble, ‘cos you know big words’, and pooh-poohed Cluedo as being ‘for kids’.
So we played Cards Against Humanity.
To be honest, I was surprised Mumen owned it. What was even more surprising were his responses to the call cards.
And he won.
Perhaps the alcohol lowered his inhibitions, because the answer cards he played were extremely low brow, and utterly filthy. I want this game.
After that, Mumen ended up sitting in Garou’s lap whilst we watched the new year fireworks on TV. He giggled a lot, and seemed a lot drunker than Garou, who had gone quiet and started to look sleepy.
I thought that my Saitama and I would return home soon after that, and was prepared to burn off the remaining alcohol in my system in order to clear the fuzzy headedness, so that my Saitama and I could ‘celebrate’ together when we returned home.
However, Mumen jumped up and suggested we play some music, so I delayed the subroutine.
My Saitama was tipsy by then and laughed as Mumen began to dance around on his own.
“Heh, you should play that ‘dancing with myself’ by that idol dude,” he said. “Go on Mumen, play it!”
“Amai Mask?” I asked him.
“Noo, silly,” Saitama flopped sideways, nestling his head in my lap. “Old music. Highschool buddy liked him...Y’know the one, Mumen?”
“Yeah, but later cos I’m grooving with this vibe!” Mumen laughed and threw his arms around Garou’s shoulders. “Dance with me?”
I thought Garou might say no. But instead, he got to his feet and stumbled threw his arms around Mumen, and danced with him.
And he was drunk enough to sing along, at random, with the music.
“Heh, ‘s’cute,” Saitama mumbled. “You gettin’ this, Genos?”
“Getting it?”
“Y’know. Recording!”
I took out my phone at once, grinning when it occurred to me that this would be excellent material to save for later.
“I am now.”
“Cool....oi, Genos.” He sat up, blinking owlishly. “We oughtta learn to dance properly, y’know? For our wedding.”
I smiled at him. “You’re right, Saitama.”
“Course ‘m right,” he grinned.
The song came to an end, and Mumen pulled away from Garou to fumble with the music. A few seconds later, a new song filled the room, upbeat and bouncy and a little bit dated.
My Saitama cheered. “Yeaaah, Mumen! That’s the one! C’mon, Genos!”
He jumped to his feet, and I had no choice but to jump up with him.
We danced, and I have to say that my Saitama is remarkably coordinated when he’s drunk (I, unfortunately, am not good at dancing even when sober).
After the song finished, Mumen announced that he was going to hit shuffle, ‘so we can all chill out and have fun’ (I think he was just tired of changing the songs).
There were lots of fast, upbeat songs, and it was good to see my Saitama having so much fun dancing to them.
The strange part (which my Saitama says is ‘not strange but cute’) is that whilst the music was fast and upbeat, Mumen and Garou pressed close, slow-dancing. I think they forgot we were there for a while...
Mumen didn’t turn off the music until nearly three a.m., at which point he appeared more sober, and a little guilty.
“Better settle in for the night,” he said. “We must have kept the neighbours awake for some time...”
“Fuck ‘em,” Garou grumbled sleepily, swigging from a beer bottle.
“Now Garou, that’s not nice...” Mumen retrieved the bottle, and kissed him.
“Why? They’re still awake. C’n hear ‘em.”
“That’s beside the point. It’s bedtime now.”
“...’kay.”
Garou traipsed off in the direction of their bedroom, and Mumen turned to us. “It’s late. You’ll stay here, right? I’ll bring out the guest futons. Did you want some water?”
My Saitama grinned. “Cool, thanks Mumen!”
And so it was decided: we were staying the night. Mumen brought out futons, and insisted on setting them out for us even as Garou groused at him about ‘going the fuck to bed’. He gave us clean towels, and a big jug of water, and bid us goodnight before staggering off to bed.
It was strange to fall asleep beside my Saitama in a different place. But he was drowsy, and fell asleep against me quickly.
I expected to wake early the next morning, as is my habit, but as it stands, Mumen was awake first, with no apparent signs of being hung over. He made coffee, and a big cooked breakfast, and called to Garou to hurry up.
Garou was hung over. Badly hung over.
“Never fucking drinking again,” he grumbled as he slumped down at the table. He prodded at the food, then wrinkled his nose and reached for the coffee instead.
“I told you to drink some water,” Mumen said, stroking his hair. “Want some aspirin?”
“Doesn’t work. Fuck alcohol, seriously.”
“You’ll feel better for eating something.”
Garou pulled a face, and gingerly ate a few mouthfuls before mumbling to himself about sleep, and scuffing over to the couch. A few minutes later, he was snoring.
Mumen smiled at us. “Well, happy new year, guys. I’m heading off on patrol soon, but don’t feel you need to rush yourself to leave. Just drop the catch when you go, okay?”
“Cool, we’ll do that,” my Saitama nodded, already in the process of stealing food from Garou’s abandoned plate. “Great party man. We gotta do it again sometime.”
“I think so too,” Mumen beamed. “Well, I’m going to check on Garou and then I’ll be off. Enjoy the first day of the year together!”
Saitama smirked. “Heh, we sure will. Right, Genos?”
I felt his hand rest on my thigh, beneath the table. “Right,” I agreed. “Shall we get going?”
We left soon after Mumen, and we went home, and yes, we ‘celebrated’. So far, it is the highlight of the year.