One drink too many?

[Adam Collier]

Continued from "Another little drink" hammelinstitute.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=clubs&action=display&thread=920&page=1

Adam Followed his inebriated friend back to his apartment. When they reached the stairs Adam stopped. Darryl expected him to climb stairs while this drunk? He was going to break his neck! Adam decided he had no choice but to climb the stairs, one at time, while clinging to the hand rail. Slow and steady did indeed win the race and Adam made it to the top of the stairs all in one piece.

Adam followed Darryl into the apartment closing the door behind him. It was dark in the room but Adam could still kind of make Darryl silhouette. He was taking of his clothes! Or at least his shoes, but they counted as clothes right? Girls always seemed to count them when playing strip poker, so he was going to count them now.

When Darryl asked what he was waiting for Adam was struck dumb, he wanted Adam to start taking his clothes off? Even to his drink addled brain that didn't seem quite right, but who was he to protest? Adam began reaching for his belt just as Darryl finished what he was saying. The light? He had just wanted Adam to turn on the light? Adam pouted a bit but turned to flip the switch next to the door.

Adam looked around the apartment now that the light was on. It was very... very... Darryl. He liked it. Adam went to join Darryl on the couch it looked extremely comfy and Darryl should share.

"So, you got anything to drink 'round here?" Adam asked with a smile, neither of them needed anything else to drink but Adam wasn't going to say no if one was offered.

[Darryl Bond]

God. Darryl couldn't remember this couch being so comfortable, even if the world was doing the odd pitch to the left and right every time he breathed. Adam seemed to take an eternity with the light switch and once it was on, Darryl rotated himself on the couch with his knuckles so his feet could touch the ground. He leaned forward for a moment and stuck his tongue out at Adam as he sat down next to him on the couch. Maturity at its finest.

He nodded his head as he thought about it. He lived in a bachelor pad. Of course there was something to drink. "What'll ya have?" He asked as he heaved himself up from the couch and moved from the living room into the kitchen. After he swayed at the doorway and groped the wall for a moment, he hit the light switch. Once the light flashed on he shuffled towards the fridge and pulled open a pretty full bottle of vodka. He couldn't help but remember the night he took that out and he grinned a bit. Maybe he'd hit Midori up again and they could work...glasses need to be sat down softly.

He kinda cracked one as he slammed it down on the countertop, but he coulda swore he was moving slow enough. He lifted up the glass and swayed a bit to inspect the crack. Ok, that glass was gone. Bad. He sat it back down and took out another to replace it and then carefully sat it down on the counter. It still clunked rather loudly, but with no crackage. "'S right. Adam!" He yelled. "'V got vodka, beer, n rum." He continued to yell as he started to pull a beer from the fridge. He hardly ever drank it, because of the yeasty contents, but he kept it around for these sorts of occasions. "What'll ya 'ave?" He asked as he set the bottles back down on the counter. He poured himself his own cup of vodka, cause it was time for a change (his tummy was full to bursting with rum anyway, and mixing rum was a bad idea). He also grabbed a bag of chips out of the pantry and poured them into a bowl and once Adam told him what he wanted he tucked the bowl into the crook of his arm like a baby and held the glasses (or beer bottle) in his hand and went back into the living room.

Sober Darryl woulda noticed that he was carrying the cracked glass. He moved passed Adam to sit in the farthest left seat, because that spot was his and sat down slowly. How he managed to do that with a bowl and hands full of open drinks was a miracle. He handed Adam his drink and set the bowl on the coffee table between the two of them and got a handful for himself. Yummy. "Aaah. Ya 'ave fun t'night?" He asked looking over at his new friend, because that was the point of tonight after all, was for Adam to have fun.

[Adam Collier]

Adam watched as Darryl made his way into the kitchen, the man was really good looking. All those looks were wasted on just woman, he really shouldn't limit himself so much it just wasn't right. Adam could hear Darryl trying to get out bottles and glasses it was quite interesting and caused Adam to giggle. Apparently a drunk Adam giggled, who knew?

Once Adam heard his choices he choose vodka, beer made his stomach turn and rum just wasn't his drink of choice. "Vodka,please." Adam stomachs turned, maybe he shouldn't drink anymore, well not without eating anything. Something fatty and greasy.

Adam giggled again when he saw Darryl come back cradling two glasses both of which looked like vodka. Guess it sounded good to Darryl too. And chips! How had he missed the chips! Darryl had read his mind! He wanted to clap for joy.

"Y're glass its broken! Y're gonna spill all over yourself." Adam set his drink down and reached for a handful of chips. maybe they would soak up a bit of the alcohol already in his stomach.

"It was gr't! Just the thing I needed! I h'pe that I member this in the morin'. I 'ave a feelin' I am not gonna feel good. What 'bout you? You 'ave fun?

[Darryl Bond]

Darryl relaxed into the back of the couch because his head weighed a ton and he just didn't have the strength to hold himself up anymore. He sipped his glass of vodka he peered at Adam with squinty eyes as he said his glass was broken. "'s not! I l'ft the br'k'n 'ne on th' cnter." He said with a boisterous tone. Darryl, conqueror of broken glasses. He took another sip of it to prove his point. Glass was fine! Of course through that argument he didn't bother looking at the darn thing.

"W'll 'ave ta do this m're oftn." He said with a grin and a nod. Bros night out or something, maybe he could get Morgan to go too, and any of Adam's friends. "I 'ad a blaaast!" He laughed as he slid a bit sideways on the couch, his should leaned against Adam for a moment until he remembered how to use his stomach muscles to sit up straight again. He sat forward as he munched on his handful. He hardly realized how hungry he was until he started to eat the chips. He started to pick up the pace of eating from nibbling, to shoveling.

[Adam Collier]

Adam nodded his head, or at least he tried to, it was really heavy now.

"Yes! M're often sssoundssss goooood. More fun is always good." Adam knew his words were slurring but he just couldn't bring himself to care. His eyes were beginning to droop and were too heavy to keep open for much longer.

Adam leaned against Darryl shoulder, it made a horrible pillow. Adam adjusted his head till he was more comfortable. "I think, that I'm going to fall asleep." Adam eyes drifted closed. "Yup, gonna all asleep right here." Adam smiled it had been a good night indeed.

[Darryl Bond]

It was like being tired as contagious. Now that Adam was slumping over, Darryl was finding his spine to be too weak to hold himself up. He just managed to set his glass on the coffee table before he collapsed like a noodle. He sighed out his mouth, and while he knew Adam was talking, he didn't understand a word he was saying, he was just sorta...falling asleep.

He felt Adam lean against him, but shoot, it didn't really click in his mind. He covered his mouth with a tired yawn and began to pass out with the thought that Adam was really warm in his mind.

*~*~*~*~

Waking up with a hangover sucked. His mouth was terribly dry, he had to pee badly, and his stomach hated him. However, there was this really warmness on him, that he unconsciously wrapped his arms around for a cuddle, because it was warm and Darryl liked bein' warm. Sad fact was that Darryl's drunken-ness hadn't faded while he slept it off. His head was still heavy and swimming so he figured he might sleep a bit longer, so long as his warm little cuddle thing was still there.

That, was when the red flag went up.

He didn't bring a woman home last night. He brought Adam. He didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to be right. He flicked back through his memory of last night, but he honestly didn't remember being at his house at all. He remember kissing Ada--ohmygodIkissedaman. The initial thought caused him to suck in a lung full of air, but then he remembered (or that little voice reminded him) that he had enjoyed it. That was also not really a calming thought. Not calming at all, in fact.

So finally he cracked an eye open. His back was against the couch, his feet stretched out onto the coffee table there were two glasses and a bowl of chips sitting next to his feet, one glass was knocked over and a big chunk had broken off--what the hell?--and finally he looked down at his side and at the brown head of hair, and the side of the face that he could see. Adam was indeed laying, half in his lap, with his head against Darryl's stomach, Darryl had previously wrapped his arms around him but now he tried to extricate himself slowly, as to not wake the guy. However, he was still drunk and was pretty clumsy.

[Adam Collier]

Waking up Adam was not comfortable, at all. His neck and back hurt. Then his pillow, which was comfy moved! Adam opened his eyes and looked around. Oh crap! who in the world did I go home with? Then he spied Darryl, trying to stealthily get up from under him? How had that happened? It made absolutely no sense.

Adam quickly looked down at himself, and sighed. He was still fully clothed. That meant two things, nothing had happened last night with Darryl, his straight friend. Secondly it meant that he hadn't done as he often did when drunk, and taken o his clothes while he slept.

Adam rubbed his eyes and attempted to speak, his mouth how ever felt extremely dry. "um... good morning."

Adam hoped that this wouldn't be too awkward. He could remember most of the night, but after leaving the bar things got really fuzzy. It was then that Adam remembered kissing Darryl, he had dared his friend to kiss someone and he had chosen Adam. That could make things very awkward.
Adam would not be in any condition to talk about what happened till he used the restroom and had a cup of coffee, and if how Darryl was looking he was in the same condition.

"Do you have a bathroom I can use?"

[Darryl Bond]

When Adam started to stir, Darryl relaxed, because there was no use, he wasn't making a smooth getaway. "Ah, morning." Darryl replied around a yawn. Awkward? It definitely was. He knew they hadn't...done anything, because they were both fully dressed, sans the shoes which Darryl spied a pair at the door and felt his shoes on the floor with his feet.

Now in all this awkwardness, and he slight panic for not remembering half of last night...well. It was kinda exhilarating in that sort of I-shouldn't-be-doing-this sorta way. Though part of Darryl know that he wasn't actually going against anything that should cause him to feel that way, besides his own views and opinions between the relationship of two guys. He glanced sidelong down at Adam when he asked for the bathroom and he nodded. "Second door down the hallway, on the right." He had directed Adam to the guest bathroom, with the sink with a pretty large counter, toilet, and a square foot shower. While Adam did his business there, Darryl shoveled (retreated) into his bedroom and to his own bathroom.

After he'd brushed his teeth and combed his hair he moved into the kitchen and set about making some coffee with the help of his coffee maker. He was really dehydrated and pretty starving, and he could only venture a guess that Adam was too. So he started to pull out the fixings of breakfast for the two of them.