Drinks & Dancing || Aomine + Riko (unrivaledskillz)
Ooc: Clearly Aomine and Riko are going to be bffs by the end of this, can you tell? I was going to say something about this drabble but you know what, let me not. I'll let it speak for itself.
She swore she was only going to have one drink. One drink and then she was going home. After all, hangovers did not mix well with morning classes and afternoon jogs. But it was just her luck that her friends would ditch her for boys. And it was just her luck that she would run into him. Of all the people in the world, she had to bump into him.
"Oi, watch where you're going-" Aomine blinked in surprise, "Well, if it isn't Ms. Flat Chest."
She was going to need more than one drink tonight.
She turned around to face Aomine fully, already an annoyed look on her face. "What are you doing here, Ahomine?"
"What? It's a public space, isn't it?" He took the stool next to her, "Unless you own this.bar now."
She rolled her eyes, finishing her drink, "Not what I meant, idiot. Well whatever, I'm leaving soon anyways."
"Oh? Why so soon? It's not even midnight yet."
"Friends ditched and I don't need a hangover."
He clicked his tongue in disappointment, "Boring. I have an idea." He pointed to a sign on the wall of the bar. Whoever could drink 50 shots of the drink Spitfire, they got a decent sum of money and no charge. "Think you can handle it?"
Several shots later, they were clearly not going to complete the dare. It wasn't because they couldn't hold their liquor, which to Aomine's surprise Riko could. The drink was just so awful tasting. Each shot was like drinking a whole bottle of cough medicine straight. It was a struggle to avoid vomitting. Aomine watched Riko knocked back another shot, her whole body shuddering after.
"B-Bartender man," She stuttered, "H-How many was that now?"
"Shit." She turned to Aomine, clinging onto his arm, "Okay okay serious question, Aomine."
"What?" Okay so scratch that part about her being able to hold her alcohol.
"Good." Without any fair warning, she grabbed his hand and made a run for it, dragging the tanned boy behind her. Without paying the expensive drink. The bartender yelled after them but was no match for their speed. It was a surprise to see the girl could actually keep up. More so that she came up with the idea for running away. Guess they couldn't go to that bar anymore. Finally they stopped, Riko bending over to catch her breath. For a moment she looked like she was about to.throw up. But instead she started laughing, rather loudly at that.
"Wow~ I can't believe we got away with that." She giggled before clinging to his arm again, "So fun~!"
Drunk Riko was certainly something else. Her face was flushed and eyelids lowered as she looked up at the taller male. Even her voice sounded different, a bit more sing-song and musical. Could it be that she was girlier when she wasn't sober? This was quite the revelation if not completely bizarre. "Aomine-kuuuun~ Look! An arcade, let's go!"
She dragged him along, inside the arcade. The bright lights and techno music surrounded them but not that many people were there. Or at least not towards the front. Before he could make a comment, she was dragging him along, babbling about some game she kicked ass in. Soon enough they arrived to the Dance Dance Revolution stage. She grinned turning to face Aomine. "You play, Aomine-kun?"
This was weirding him out, "Nah, I never played."
"Good. Then I can kick your ass in it."
She sported a devious smirk, "You bet it is."
He figured he would have a fair chance. But damn she was actually good, even while drunk. Aomine had seen people play this game before and they always looked awkward and failed easily. But she was good. It was less like she was following the arrows and more like she was dancing to the music. Hell she even sang along at some parts. She was more athletic than he gave her credit for. So.naturally, to his displeasure, she won.
He stepped off the platform, sliding to the floor as his head spun. She grinned down at him, leaning over the bar. Time to rub it in his face. "Toldja I'd win."
"Shut the fuck up. You're lucky I'm drunk."
"What was that? Is that the sound of a sore loser?" She giggled, "Maybe your light is too dim. Or aha, the only one who could beat me is me."
Yup she was definitely rubbing it in. "Flat chested bitch."
She giggled again, joining him on the floor. Shouldn't the usual response more... Violent? She leaned her head against his shoulder. He raised an eyebrow at her. Seriously this was getting weird. But then he realized what she was doing. She was dizzy. All the dancing with the mixture of alcohol in her system was getting her a bit delirious. And vulnerable. Her lashes curved against her soft flushed cheek. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She looked so very fragile. It was unusual really because she seemed more like a girl now than she ever did. She didn't even notice him staring at her. How easy it would be to take advantage of her in this state. She couldn't.fight like this.
He stood up suddenly causing her to shake her head, looking up at him in confusion. He suddenly picked her up and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Alright, Dancing Queen, time to take you home."
"Whaaaat?" A sort silence, "Okay."
The walk back was uneventful except for the couple ass grabs she did. In which he retaliated by smacking her own bottom. He dropped her off into her bedroom, onto her bed. He glanced at her again, the vulnerable girl.
"Mmn, thank you Aomine-kun."
"For dragging your sorry ass home? It's okay. You'll just owe me."
She didn't reply, smiling softly. He rubbed the back of his neck, turning away and walking out the door. She wasn't his type he thought. But she was getting close enough.
