Terren Apples - Kiddie AU

[sliceitwithwind]

Braig was out of the room when Dilan peeked back in, finally. He grabbed the bag, which over the course of packing had taken on capital letters; The Bag. It had the G-strings with their fake fig leaves, the apples, Aya's clear bra, and the container that held one comfortably dozing snake.

Dilan had checked, it was fine to keep the snake curled up in there for the couple of hours it had taken...and he'd checked on it every time they stopped. Still a very large snake. Very large. He poked the remaining lump in the bed, "Aya! He's out!"

He dropped her share of stuff on the bed and started stripping with absolutely no regard for modesty. Not that he'd ever had any. The usual array of noises that occurred after every waxing were made, along with giggles. (Manly giggles.)

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[sliceitwithwind]

It took him a while to come out of it, by which point his credit card had been returned and the Moogle bartender informed them that Braig was cut off.

"Sorry, dude. Sorry. 'M sorry."

[mitochondriaaya]

Wise moogle was wise.

Drunk Pierce was finishing his last glass before Braig stole it.

"Don't apologize man, you hurt you know? It's what friends are for."

[sliceitwithwind]

"You're the best, man. You're the best." He mumbled back into Pierce's shoulder, "Even let you date Aya for a week. That's how much I like you."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yeah, I know, I'm awesome. And honored dude, cause, well, that was a fun week that ended in creeped out screaming." His. He did scream when he found out Aya's age. Screamed and felt dirty.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Whimp." It was affectionate, though. Very much so.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Dude, lusting after statutory!" NOT COOL IN HIS BOOK! "I look bad in orange!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"You didn't touch her." Braig pointed out, "You can tell by the fact that you don't piss sitting down."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Gee, thanks, and yeah, no. Age reveal totally killed any and all thoughts of lust. It was the creepiest thing ever, like an ice shower that lasts in my brain!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah. My love, like, predates lustful thoughts. Any lustful thoughts."

[mitochondriaaya]

"And is all the stronger for being pure and shit?" Pierce snorted.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Something like that." he said quietly, "I dunno, man. I dunno."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Okay, bottom line. You love them a fuck ton, they are still growing up and did their own thing today. How you gonna react when you're conscious and stuff later?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"...I don't know." he admitted, "But you're probably going to have a hell of a hangover."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Oh yeah, probably. You get to pay for my gallons of water I'll need tomorrow." He nodded, slowly, in case his head decided to slip off.

[sliceitwithwind]

"That works. We should...like...get back." Braig decided, "Get them back to bed. Away from everyone else's eyes."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Dude, it's like..." he blinked, looked at his wristwatch. "Late. They probably got themselves to bed you know, and the convention hall closed at like six." And unless they were at one of the crazy costume dances...

...

"Uh, yeah, late."

[sliceitwithwind]

"...Yeah." Braig slid off the stool and then waaaaaaaaaaaaaaved. Waved and blinked.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Whoop." Well then, this whole getting back to the hotel thing was going to be a bit more complicated than he thought. "Well...you're down there now. Um. Here, take my hand?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Dude." he got an insulted look. Braig was into Dilan, not gay, and he wasn't going to walk down the street holding Pierce's hand. The Ego couldn't take it.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Dude. You're ON THE FLOOR. You need to get up, I'm offering you a hand to do so. Not asking you to marry me or something."

[sliceitwithwind]

GRUMP. Braig stood up on his OWN, thankyouverymuch, and wobbled towards the door in a wavering kind of walk.

[mitochondriaaya]

"If you fall in front of a bus I am totally saying it was your own fault then booking it for Mexico." Pierce snorted and followed behind him, only slightly steadier.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Which way's the hotel?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Ummm, we came here by taxi dude. Left I think?" That was where the bright lights of downtown were? What was the worst that could happen?

[sliceitwithwind]

"Left it is, then." he staggered down the sidewalk, bouncing off of Pierce and walls now and then.