To Excess

Date/Timing: 15 May 2009
Setting: street-side; Manchester, England, United Kingdom
Inspired by a prompt
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Edan lists dangerously, staggers into Hermann, doubling him over his cane. "Whoop~!"
Hermann forces himself up straight—
Edan slides off, reels—thankfully /away from the street.
—lunges, shoves Edan up against a convenient shop-front, does his best to pin him there. "Just how many did you /have?"
"Three—" Beams. "—and another half for luck~!"
"You said you'd be fine until /five!"
"'m bad at maths."
"You just graduated with bloody honours this afternoon, ye doughnut. I'm pretty sure you know the difference between three and five."
"Four?"
Hermann face-palms, sighs.
Edan tips closer, breath fruity with cider. "I'm /really bad at maths. 'specially at parties."
Hermann scowls, pushes him closer to plumb, waves the sour air away. "Here I thought 'stinking drunk' was only an expression."
"Nope~!" Edan positively /sparkles. "I'm livin' poof! Poof?" Furrows his brow, brightens a beat later. "/Proof! Thaaaat's the word!"
"Yes, that's the word. Good job."
Edan leans in again. "Give us a kiiiiiiss, Lovely."
Hermann bars his approach with a forearm across the chest. "Not until I get us to the hotel."
"Aww ... give over, /leannan."
"No."
"You're no fun," he pouts, oozes toward the pavement.
Hermann tries—fails to hold him up by the collar.
"Oof."
"Serves you right. Now stay /down."
He salutes—"Ow! That /hurt."—rubs a watery eye.
"You're hopeless," Hermann sighs.
"You're just /jealous I'm fun." Frowns. "Drunk. I'm /drunk."
"Yes, you are."
"I put the 'fun' in 'drunk'~!"
Hermann pinches the bridge of his nose.
Edan tilts to the right, all the way to lying on his back. 
Hermann looks to heaven for patience, digs his mobile from a pocket, checks on Edan.
Who's flat out on his back, hands clasped over his heart.
"What on Earth are you doing?"
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars," he intones.
"Great. You're plastered and quoting Oscar Wilde." Hermann pokes the mobile contact for a local cab company.
Edan flops over onto his stomach, giggling.
Hermann covers the microphone. "Are you /petting the ground?"
"Think she likes it."
"Just be careful 'she' doesn't smack you in the fa—Yes, hello. I need a car to come 'round and take a friend and I from in front of Le Lavandin to my hotel on Kings' Way."
""You're the /cuuuuuuutest little pavement.""
"I'm afraid I may also need assistance manhandling my intoxicated friend into the car. He's very cheery, very nonthreatening, very /not-sick. He's just legless."
""Ooo! We'll take ye home with us! Would ye like that, sweetie?""
"We're not—" Hermann listens. "Yes, thank you. Cheers, 'bye!" Pockets the mobile, looks down at Edan. "We're not taking the pavement back to the hotel."
"Aww ...." 
"Besides, I thought you were gay."
"I can be bi for /you, Beautiful~!" Edan approximates a leer. "Can we take /you back t'the hotel?"
Hermann sighs, slides down the wall to sit next to him. "Yes, we can take me back to the hotel."
Edan worms over, rests his head on Hermann's lap. "Brilliant," he sighs.
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Category:Manchester (setting)
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2009 05 15
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