Drunk dorks: part 1
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Dark sat on the couch in the living room, reading the news paper while Eric was laying his head on his lap, asleep, Dark combing his hand through the timid ego's hair. He grinned as Eric sighed peacefully, nuzzling his head closer to him. He chuckled as he flipped to the next page, reading when he suddenly heard foot steps.
"Hey dad?" Yan questioned as she leaned on the couch next to him. "Have you seen Randal? I can't find him anywhere."
"He, Bing, and papa went into the wine seller to get a drink." Dark whispered, before rolling his eyes, shaking his head lightly. "That was hours ago."
Yan looked down thinking. "Are... they still there?"
"My own daughter isn't gonna indulge in drinking for debauchery now is she?" Dark teased, turning his head toward her.
"Very funny dad." She laughed taking a pillow and gently hitting his shoulder.
He chuckled, using the paper as a shield. "I believe that they are down stares still." He answered, smoothing out his paper. "If you wish to find Randal, then he should be there."
"Thanks dad." She smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek, before heading out the door.
"So I noticed you've been taking a liking to him." Dark said, turning to see her stopping in her tracks.
She nervously turned around, her face turning red putting her hands behind her back as she lowered her head, still staring at her father. "H-how did you-?"
"Sweety, when I was your age I had that same look in your eye when I had a crush on someone." Dark smiled, his voice changing, rising a few octaves, indicating that it was Celine speaking. His aura turning red confirming that it was her. "You are smitting with him."
"Dad! Not so loud!" Yan snapped, pointing at Eric.
"Yan your bother is sound asleep." He grinned, looking down at him. "So how long has this thing with Randal been going on?"
She nervously rubbed her arm, looking away. "A while."
"Well, why don't you ask him out?" Dark questioned as his aura balanced with his blue once more. "You don't want to or-."
"It's not that I don't want to dad, it's just." She sighed leaning on the wall, looking down at her hands solemnly.
Realization hit Dark as his features softened. "Yan you've haven't had an incident sinse Henry-."
"Yeah but that doesn't mean that it won't stop." She snapped, shaking her head in shame. "It's only gonna get worse and I don't want Randal to be in the cross hairs when it does."
"Sweetheart." Dark whispered. "You are not gonna hurt-."
"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF! DO YOU REALLY TRUST ME ENOUGH TO DATE AGAIN?!" She snapped, her eyes glowing red.
Dark didn't flinch, but he felt Eric squirm from under him, whimpering slightly. Dark whispered to him softly, rubbing his head, feeling him calm down slightly under his touch. He looked back up to see Yan, covering her mouth in shock, her eyes laced in worry.
"D-Dad I... I'm sorry I-."
Dark only put up a hand, causing her to zip her mouth shut. "Don't be Yan." He said softly. "I do know what you're capable of. But I also know that you are capable of controlling yourself. You just got to work with it. These things take time. However I don't want you restraining yourself from being a teenager." He shook his head with a small grin. "Teens woo over other teens. They spend time on their cellular devices, they play games. They." He rolled his eyes as he shivered. "Date."
Yan remain silent, staring at the ground. She only looked up as her father continued to speak.
"I know you're not like other teenage girls and I know that you need... limitations from certain things... but... finding love shouldn't be one of them. I should know from experience." He slowly casted his eyes to the ground. "You know I... I was like you once. I was afraid of what I was..." He slowly casted his eyes to his grey corpse like hands. "Afriad of what I am. I thought that if I got close to anyone, I would only hurt them, that's what I was made for anyway, was to hurt others, in search for vengeance. So I kept distance with the other egos... made them fear me... just to keep them away from me... to keep them safe... from the monster that I am."
Yan looked at her father slightly stunned. He never revealed this much about him.
"That was... until I reunited with your papa, Wilford." He grinned, looking at a picture frame right next to him, who had both him and Wilford at a night club in the 70s, both wearing afros. "He saw past the... dark exterior that I put up and saw... someone. Not a demon made of hate and vengeance. He didn't see the monster that I saw everytime I looked in the mirror,.. He saw someone who was... broken... lonely." Dark grinned. "He saw his best friend... and lover." He slowly looked up at Yan. "If I haven't met Wilford... I might not be the same person you know today. He helped me to better control the darkness within me and made me... better." He slowly reached up, holding her hand. "Don't make the same mistakes as I did. Don't shy away from love, because of the things you can't control right now. You'll get better... you'll see."
Yan gave him a sincere smile, taking his hand into her own. "I'll... I'll try dad... I won't fail you."
"I know you won't sweet heart." He grinned, before turning back to Eric. "They should still he in the wine seller. If you wish to see your papa drunk that is."
"Thank you." She went to leave the room, when she stopped for a second, turning around to look at her dad. "Dad?" She watched as he turns around, waiting for her to answer. "I love you."
Dark smiles, giving her a small nod. "I love you too sweet heart."
With that Yan left the room, in search of Randal and the other two.
After a few minutes, Yan made it to the wine seller, finding the door ajar but what made her stop in her tracks was the loud music and shouting from the other side. Curious, she walks to the door, taking the door knob and opening it slightly, sticking her head through only to he stunned at what was on the other side.
She saw both her papa Wilford, Bing and Randal, wearing dresses, watching as Randal chugged a keg of beer.
"CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG." Both Bing and Wilford chanted together watching as he chugged the beer.
Yan noticed that Bing was wearing an orange sparkling dress that went below his knees, while Wilford was wearing a pink one that was above, and Randal was wearing a long black dress with long sleeves. Yan didn't know why, but she found him rather attractive. She could feel her face heat up at the thought. She wanted to look away, but he was just so cute.
Randal took in the last gulps from the keg before stumbling back a bit. "Bada bing bada boom!" He shouted as he slammed the keg on the ground, listening as the other two drunks cheered.
"Th-thatsss m-my boy-hic." Wilford slurred, leaning on Bing. "I say it's Bing's turn to wet his wissle, don't you think Randal old chap?"
"Forget about it." Randal began, his Jersey accent shinning through. "He can't handle da keg like da keg king over here."
"P-please I can-can handlrr... dude what were we talking about?" Bing asked, leaning in Wilford.
"We were talking about how you three might want to lay off the beer for the night." Yan chuckled as she walked in. Suddenly She watched as Wilford turned to her and pulled out a knife, throwing it at her, only for her to catch it in mid air, a smile on her face. "Nice try papa." She grinned, putting the knife away.
"C-Christ s-sweety I a-almost k-killed you." Wilford slurred trying to stumble forward.
Yan chuckled as she caught her dad, looking up at him. "Not even close papa." She giggled before looking at Randal, who's face was as red as a tomatoe. "So, mind telling me what happened?"