[attr="class","uriah"]it's nice. nice in the way he's never quite experienced but has always wanted to. how many times has he tried and failed? countless, as those close to him would say. so this feeling, as he's slowly coming to experience, is nice and warm and lovely, and naturally, he wants more of it.

more of her.

"sol,"

his gaze leaves their hands, moving up to her eyes.

"do you wanna get out of here?"

[attr="class","noodles"]@sol

[attr="class","uriah"]uriah really can be an idiot at times, but he means well, and he does his best to show it to people. so he's about ready to defend himself, returning his gaze before being caught off guard by her offered hand.

he peers down at it, stunned for moments.

should he take it?

what a stupid question. of course he should. he wants to, so what's stopping him?

a few things, really, but he's been ignoring them even before tonight.

so with a warm smile, he takes her hand, holding it as fingers intertwine.

[attr="class","noodles"]@sol

[attr="class","uriah"]"what? surely not..."

at first, his natural instinct is to play it off and deny it, but even he's not dumb enough to think that she hasn't noticed.

and it's with that realization thag he blushes, so he turns away, hiding his pout that may or may not be feigned this time with a sip of his drink. or well, a sip of his empty glass.

"...yes, i am."

[attr="class","noodles"]@sol

[attr="class","uriah"]her cheek feels warm under his touch and he's tempted to squish her cheek. she doesn't pull away, which surprises him, and maybe it gives him enough courage to actually do it.

so he does. he tilts his hand to squish her cheek, returning her grin with one of his own.

"cute of you to think you could kick my ass."

and though he laughs, he knows she definitely could. he's not much of a fighter, just a troublemaker, really.

his hand falls back to his side and it's then that he realizes just how nice it felt.

what now?

a question he's been dreading...

"do you wanna...get out of here?"

[attr="class","noodles"]@sol

[attr="class","uriah"]i hate you so much.

at this, uriah pouts, or at least tries his best to.

"awww, do you?"

yeah, he's just as drunk as she is. he laughs, feeling light and giddy and carefree, and so when she responds to his question with one of her own, he hums a thought.

"i'm not sure...here, let me check."

he reaches a hand out to her cheek, and after a moment, nods.

"still alive, i think."

[attr="class","noodles"]@sol

[attr="class","uriah"]she pulls back a little bit which only prompts him to speak louder, which prompts the people behind them to make more noises of annoyance. one even going as far as to kick the back of uriah's seat.

"sure, sure, but that's what makes it fun, you know?"

so he leans closer.

"if it's realistic then the movie would've been over like five minutes in."

[attr="class","noodles"]Suzume Amemiya // [x]

[attr="class","uriah"]i'm coming to haunt you.

"i'll hold you to it."

the burn is familiar, expected, but what's different is the undeniable rush of energy he feels from the red bull. it wakes him right up, though it's not like he was feeling sleepy in the first place. just the opposite, really.

"fuck i don't remember them being that strong."

he must be getting old...

laughing, he looks at sol.

"you still alive?"

[attr="class","noodles"]@sol

[attr="class","uriah"]while at the bar, uriah's sure his friend's hyping him up because it's exactly what he would do. bros look out for bros, after all, and even though uriah's only known this dude for a few weeks at best, their bond is undeniable.

his posture straightens when she approaches again, smiling as he reaches out for his drink.

"i'm not making you do anything, sol, but don't worry i'll carry you out of here."

if that's even possible because who knows what'll happen after this drink. with a sigh, he holds the glass up towards her, reaching for the smaller shot glass inside to pick it up.

"good luck to us."

and after toasting, he tips the shot glass over, then downs the drink in one.

[attr="class","noodles"]@sol

[attr="class","uriah"]"...yes. i thought you only drank shit like champagne or wine, honestly."

it's a nice surprise to find out otherwise because honestly? he likes that she drinks the same stuff he does, and that she seems to fit in here at this shitty bar. because there's just no way he'd have a good time in some fancy club that overcharges for a bottle of champagne.

well, he'd still find a way to have fun, but that's not the point.

"only a little crazy..."

more so about you.

he laughs as well, watching as she heads on over to the bar. even then, his stupid grin lingers as he sits down at their small table.

[attr="class","noodles"]@sol

[attr="class","uriah"]it's definitely silly, even more so how it never occurs to them that they could simply be spending time together without drinking. briefly, he wonders if this is an obligation too, but soon realizes that she could've left after the first drink.

so does that mean she's here because she wants to be?

"sol...does it look like i drink anything other than cheap beer?"

he laughs but decides on a suggestion anyway.

"try jager bombs."

[attr="class","noodles"]@sol

[attr="class","uriah"]they really should stop drinking...but that would mean calling it a night, and he isn't quite ready to do that. he's not even sure what time it is but it feels too early.

reluctantly, he agrees, chuckling as a nods.

"fine, fine. it's the last one."

his eyes drift over to the bar, to his friend behind the counter, then back to sol.

"you can pick this time. but maybe not another cocktail..."

[attr="class","noodles"]@sol

[attr="class","uriah"]"honestly..."

kissing it better does sound quite nice, but even in his drunken state, he knows better than to say this.

he continues rubbing away, sipping the rest of his drink as if the alcohol would help lessen the pain. it doesn't, but the burn is nice.

laughing, he places the glass down then looks back at her.

"i think you owe me another drink now."

[attr="class","noodles"]@sol

[attr="class","uriah"]of course it's justified; man just got punched in the gut by a captain of the hoenn army. he definitely wasn't expecting to get hit there, let alone that hard.

her words make him laugh which only seems to make the pain worse. so he grunts, sighing as he shakes his head.

"only cause it caught me off guard. never again."

only then does his hand pull away, though he quickly realizes just how much he wants to do it again.

bringing a hand up to his gut, he rubs gently.

"think it's starting to bruise up...might need to call in sick."

[attr="class","noodles"]@sol