No more drinks for you [closed]

Odion hadn’t planned on drinking this much, but honestly, when did he ever? Since the day he put the bottle to his mouth, he didn’t know his limit, all he knew was that it took a while to get there, but he always got there. There wasn’t any other point in drinking other than to occupy his heavy mind.

There was a somewhat new place in town, and he couldn’t remember why he hadn’t wanted to try it in the first place. Seeing as he couldn’t remember the reason, he could only ask himself ‘why not’ as he stumbled out of the cab. He caught a glimpse of the future where Jared attempted to teach him how to drive... He shook the thought away, a dopey smile on his face as he went into the bar entitled ‘La Maison Magnifique’.

It wasn’t that different from any other place: blurry. Odi was greeted by a few different males, but he wasn’t interested. He was here for one thing and one thing only. “Excuse me,” he said as he approached the bar. His mouth was still open to say something else but he was caught off guard, and so instead openly stared at Rhett.

“Oh right,” Odion said, as though mentally answering himself as to why he didn’t come here. “Now I remember why I didn’t want to come here,” he said a little loudly, “your boyfriend back there with you Goddard? Or am I going to get a drink... today?” Odi was far from being happy go lucky in this drunken state, a small piece of paper burning in his pocket. Rhett knew he was underage, but if he was smart, that wouldn’t be announced.

“He already tracked me down once,” Odion said, but then waved his hand dismissing his thoughts as though he were the only one in the room, “but I’m sure you knew about that already.” Ulrich was such a pest, and being reminded of him wasn’t helping Odion’s bad mood.

Odion just rolled his eyes, “That’s terrible business.” He rapped his knuckled on the bar itself, looking around, frustrated and just looking for a reason to stay calm. Distracting himself seemed to be the only solution. His dark eyes snapped back to Rhett and he leaned closer. “You really want me to leave?” He asked. In his mind, he was already here, he could leave and get drinks anywhere but he was already here. He just wanted to continue drinking, it had nothing to do with Rhett, but he smiled anyways, and even though it was dopey, he was still Odion. Maybe Rhett would fall for it.

"You 'heard'." Odion said, framing the last word in air quotations. Usually he wasn't so animated with his hands, but the situation seemed to call for it. At least Ulrich had left him alone after that, it was probably for the best that Odion didn't have feelings for Ulrich's new obsession.

A satisfied grin on his face, Odi made to sit on a stool and make himself comfortable for however long Rhett could manage to hold his interest. While Rhett mixed the drink, Odi was busy taking out a twenty from his pocket and putting it on the counter. "You're damn right," he said, laughing a little at the comment that wasn't really meant to be funny at all. Odion nodded in approval, his hands wrapping around the glass the moment it was set down.

Lani had his pills, Odion had this. So long as he was being served, no one would get hurt. Besides, he was already off his ass and over the edge, and nothing could make a difference for the better or worse.

"You look nice, by the way," he said offhandedly, taking a sip of the drink.

Odion didn’t say anything audible, but they both knew Rhett was lying. Besides, the blond probably missed harassing his favorite ginger, and Odion couldn’t blame him in the slightest. But in Rhett’s defense, he would be hard pressed to get Odion to believe anything he said.

Odion was smiling right back at Rhett, thinking he was winning something in the end. If he would’ve known Rhett had actually slipped him a virgin drink, he wouldn’t know what to do. “You’re a piss poor barista,” he teased, nursing the drink quickly. He’d need to get his hands on another.

“Since when do I drink to celebrate?” Odion asked, his look hard but his eyes gave into the soft spot that was his heart. He had always said they were the gateways into what was truly going on, and that they never lied no matter what kind of words came out of your mouth.

Odi had cropped his hair short and was wearing a stripped tank top and a light jacket. He always got hot when he was drinking, and tonight had been, somewhat planned. “But I don’t want to talk about me,” he said, sliding his empty glass back to Rhett, “tell me something interesting. So far the entertainment here is rather dull.”

It was for the better than Odion no longer felt inexplicably connected to Rhett anymore. For a while it had pained him when Rhett had returned to America. Odion was starting to believe this was some kind of strange side effect of his power. Before he thought it was merely Rhett, but no, it was him. Whenever he felt strongly connected to someone, it was like their timelines intertwined. Odion was glad Rhett wouldn’t always have a hold on him.

“Your jokes are hilarious,” Odion said deadpan, fearing that an additional rolling of the eyes might send him sprawling. He ran his free hand over his hair momentarily forgetting that he had gotten rid of a lot of it. It just felt better this way, cleaner. But a good haircut couldn’t make up for... a lot of things.

“Everyone’s a fucking pretender...” he mumbled, focusing on something just past Rhett. Huh, he didn’t know this place had glasses in that particular shape.

It had never dawned on Odion before that Rhett simply didn’t ask questions because he already knew the answers. He was such a killjoy, not even bothering to entertain someone’s proud idea. Why give them the chance? But he had never bothered explaining much of anything to Odion, let alone his powers.

“Everyone,” Odion said, and he wasn’t trying to be mysterious or dance around the question like he normally did. This was actually quite genuine of an answer. ‘Everyone’ summed everything up quite nicely without having to talk a lot. Talking a lot would mean a huge headache and he didn’t want that until the morning.

“Yes, everything is just bloody well fantastic,” he said, half way through his second drink. An annoyed look crossed Odion’s face. “You ask too many questions,” he said, his interest nearly being lost until he burst into laughter. Something hilarious just came to mind. “Did you know? I can only stand you when I’m drunk.”

Odion smirked a little bit, pushing his now empty glass towards Rhett. His mood swings were like a pendulum. “I’m always winning, win. Remember?” He asked, looking down to fetch more money from his pocket. As far as Odi was concerned, Rhett wasn’t going anywhere but in a pivotal motion to serve him more drinks.

Along with the money that was placed on the counter, was his birth certificate. Obviously he hadn’t meant to do that, and perhaps in his delirium he hadn’t bothered to check just how much money he was handing over, not that money was an issue. But the white piece of paper on top was a stark contrast to the green underneath, but Odi’s eyes were on Rhett.

“Men, always getting me into messes,” he said, and then burst into laughter. It wasn’t funny at all, it was just pathetic.