Drinking Buddy
Cw: alcohol consumption
The roaring clamor of conversations and frivolity filled the air of the bar with a lively warmth, the clinking of glasses and jolly laughter errupting over the crowd as the redhead made his way to the darker more abandoned corners, away from the festivities of a weekend night, not that anyone would really take notice, the noise clouding the soft murmurs and mumbles of an Abyssal tongue from the redhead’s snarled lips as he kept his head down, emerald gaze ensuring that not a single drop fell from his cup as he walked.
“C’mon Jas, you’re not doing this again!” Came the incessant whine as a second form slunk beside the ginger, not that anyone else could see. “You know how I dont like this!”
“And? Its my night, and your fault I need this shit anyways.” Came the sharp, hushed response as the man slumped into a tucked away booth in the corner, alone to anyone else’s eyes but his own.
“Yeah but it feels like shit in the mornings!” Complained his companion, a bright pink forked tongue slithering out with a hiss as he spoke, his phantasmal form slinking into the seat across from him, though the fabric didnt sink under any pressure.
“Tough shit.” The ginger spat with a shrug before tossing back his drink with an almost challenging gulp as he glared over at the demon’s pout as it’s much larger frame hunched over in the seat in annoyance, a lion-like tail occasionally flicking into view like the annoyed twitch of a common housecat.
A rumbling growl of frustration rippled past the creature’s chest with a huff as golden irises bore into the human’s hand as if he could burn it off with a glance, ebony dipped claws drumming themself on the table like a silent thunder of rage as he glared onwards at his alcoholic companion.
“You’re gonna feel like shit.” He warned.
“No, actually,” The ginger retorted between gulps. “You’re gonna feel like shit tomorrow because I’m not dealing with the hangovers. You said you wanted more time out, so, you get the body when I’m hungover.”
“Thats not what I meant and you know it Jas.” The demon snarled, turning his ever impatient gaze back out towards the practically glowing crowd of the tavern.
“Yeah well, maybe if you didn’t kill my sister you’d be able to make important choices, Xadian.” Jasiker snarked with a roll of his eyes, his second glass already starting to get him braver at speaking to his plague.
“Well I’m not the one who didn’t read the terms and conditions!” Countered his companion. “Honestly humans will just sign away their rights to anything with a little persuasion! If you had actually read the damn contract you would have known I don’t guarantee the safety of any rescues!”
“Oh go fuck yourself.”
Xadian let out an indignant snort, but left his whining at that for a while, impatiently scratching his phantom claws against the worn tabletop, knowing that if his form were physical he would certainly have dug a hole through it as he watched his host down pint after pint, unable to do anything to stop him, try as he might to wrestle back control, even while drunk Jasiker still had an iron grip on sanity, not that others would agree as he mumbled and muttered to his invisible “friend” throughout the evening, his voice raising as if in an argument before silencing for the night.
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look at all of them calling him names and his irritated frown but....
that smile...that smile was only for his "fourth placer" husband. he knows there's no point arguing with nami, luffy, and chopper but his husband... he can tease him back and will 100% get the reaction he wants
and wbk zoro you like to be on top.
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