[CLOSED] Whisky gin and brandy...

[requiem-no-ame.livejournal.com]

Characters: Superbi Squalo & Itachi Uchiha.
Location: CC 2M, Squalo's place.
Rating: R-ish for Squalo's mouth? Also, drinking. Too much drinking.
Time: December 1st, evening after Squalo's patrol
Description: Squalo introduces Itachi to his dear friends Tequila and her cousin Vodka, in an effort to make him stop sulking after his long, lost love: Sake.

[Squalo contemplated the bottles he'd gotten so far and put away the good tequila and the whiskey. Those were his reserves to pacify Xanxus on his bad days. The rest... well, the rest were mostly stuff he'd bought to see if Xanxus would like it and ended up deciding he wouldn't. It wasn't good enough for his boss, but it was certainly good enough to get Itachi to loosen up.

Because clearly, the man clearly needed it.]

Comments

[ofshroudingred.livejournal.com]

Especially when that person seems to take nothing you do into account.


[ he sounds a bit annoyed, clearly taking too many shots might not have been the best idea- ]

[requiem-no-ame.livejournal.com]

Oh fuck that.

[Squalo tipped back a shot, and that was answer enough on that subject.]

[ofshroudingred.livejournal.com]

Kh-


[ he smirks his agreement, shaking his head slightly in an attempt to get rid of the sudden dizziness he feels ]

[requiem-no-ame.livejournal.com]

At least you're not competing with someone.

[Squalo muttered somewhat darkly and yet absentmindedly at the same time. Almost like he was talking to himself. He glared at the empty shot, before he refilled it and placed it in front of Itachi.]

Someone who happens to be yourself, anyway.

[ofshroudingred.livejournal.com]

[ and, despite his better judgement, itachi slams the shot. ]


What do you mean?

[requiem-no-ame.livejournal.com]

Ten years is a damn long time, y'know?

[Squalo shook his head and found himself sitting on a stool. He refilled the shot, with surprising steadiness, considering everything else about him was most certainly drunk now.]

I mean, fuck, great, I'm better ten years in the future. It'd be ridiculous if I weren't. But I want to strangle my older self so fucking hard some days.

[ofshroudingred.livejournal.com]

[ oh, now he's making sense. sort of. ]

You guys come from very different times?

[requiem-no-ame.livejournal.com]

Yeah,

[A snort.]

I shouldn't be complaining.

[ofshroudingred.livejournal.com]

Complain away.


[ it's a mutter, and he reaches in front of squalo for on of the bottles- maybe another shot.. ]

[requiem-no-ame.livejournal.com]

What about? At least he's here.

[Squalo resists for perhaps as long as it takes Itachi to grab a bottle before he snorts acidly.]

On the other hand, he's here, being an irritating asshole, but not my irritating asshole.

[Pause.]

That came out wrong.

[ofshroudingred.livejournal.com]

Tch-

[ a smirk, and itachi squints at the other man. ]

A little.

[requiem-no-ame.livejournal.com]

[Squalo takes another shot to justify that slip of tongue.]

VOOOII, whatever. He's the same person in theory, anyway. What should it matter?

[ofshroudingred.livejournal.com]

I am not sure, however a couple years can make a big difference.


[ he's probably not helping. ]

[requiem-no-ame.livejournal.com]

Yeah, a feet of hair.

[Squalo snorted.]

And okay, a couple thousand dead, big deal.

[ofshroudingred.livejournal.com]

[ eh? he blinks and pushes the bottle back towards squalo. ]

Whatever you say, Squalo-san.