If you're hearing this message, I am probably not here. Or I am furiously pressing every button I can because I forgot how this thing works. One of the two! Either way, I will get back to you...eventually.
Pffft, tenacity... [He doesn't know why that sounds funny right now.
Somehow he manages to collect their glasses and return them to the nightstand without breaking them or the bottle, then he flops down on the bed, giggling.]
Oh Christ... Manolo, I think we're already drunk...
[Manolo falls back onto the bed beside his friend, staring up at the ceiling with flushed cheeks.] I don't know what you've been doing, amigo, but I've been drunk!
[More giggling from Joaquin.] I never would have guessed!
[He reaches over and flicks the curl of Manolo's hair, watching it spring back into place. This only makes him laugh more, half burying his face into a pillow.]
[Really, Manolo? You want your best bro to die from busting his gut? Joaquin doesn't think he has much more laughs in him and his ribs are starting to hurt.
Wheezing a little, his hands clutch weakly at Manolo's shirt.] You're killing me, Manny! Jesus Christ...
[Man, when did he get so tired? Laughing was an unspoken form of exercise.]
A-ah! [Joaquin doesn't expect such a counter-attack! He's weak from having laughed so much before and now he can't stop again, feeling like his ribs are about to break.
But he can't lose this quickly! No, he has to fight back! He struggles to somehow get Manolo's arms away from him while also managing to hold him down. It turns into a weird, vice-like hug around his friend, though it seems Joaquin can't help but still laugh.]
Ahh, no! [Manolo tries his best to wiggle out of Joaquin's grip, struggling like a fish out of water, but to no avail.] This should be against the rules!
Whaaat, you mean they teach that in the military? [He snickers, and now he doesn't seem to mind that his friend is holding onto him so tightly. Instead, he snuggles into Joaquin's arms with a content smile.]
[The mix of alcohol in his system and physical exhaustion are starting to take their toll. Joaquin is tired but he doesn't let go. When he speaks just the tiniest brush of his lips and mustache glance across Manolo's neck.]
'snot for just any occasion it's... secret... technique something.
[Joaquin's slow, steady breathing combined with the warmth and security found in his arms start to make Manolo's eyelids grow heavy. Soon, he's trying to fight off a yawn of his own, but he begins to drift off to sleep himself...]
[Joaquin wakes with a jolt sometime later. It's warm, he's way too warm, and there's someone right up against him. Or, more like, he's right up against someone else, his arms thrown about them in a messy tangle.
This is so abnormal Joaquin thinks he's perhaps just dreaming it all, but then his eyes adjust to the darkness, their last candle having burned itself out a while ago. Probably a good thing, as his head is pounding a bit from all the alcohol drying out his system. God, why did he drink so much...?
Finally, he looks down. It's Manolo.
That's both relieving and distressing for some reason and slowly Joaquin tries to drag himself away. God, what time even is it?]
[Joaquin's movements are met with a whine from Manolo, who stubbornly digs his fingers into his friend's shirt in a bid to keep him in place. There's no way he's coherent enough to ask questions. He just wants to stay like this for a few more hours...]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:02 pm (UTC)He raises the glass again, somewhat shaky.]
.... To whatever we decided! It's all the for the same result!
[Their bottle was nearly gone already but man, what a way to ring in the year!]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 02:14 pm (UTC)Somehow he manages to collect their glasses and return them to the nightstand without breaking them or the bottle, then he flops down on the bed, giggling.]
Oh Christ... Manolo, I think we're already drunk...
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 02:22 pm (UTC)[He reaches over and flicks the curl of Manolo's hair, watching it spring back into place. This only makes him laugh more, half burying his face into a pillow.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 02:27 pm (UTC)[The fuck does that even mean? Joaquin doesn't know, it just sounds funny! So he laughs even more, his forehead falling to Manolo's shoulder.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 02:33 pm (UTC)Wheezing a little, his hands clutch weakly at Manolo's shirt.] You're killing me, Manny! Jesus Christ...
[Man, when did he get so tired? Laughing was an unspoken form of exercise.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:36 pm (UTC)That's what you get for not showing such delicate antiquities proper respect!
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:40 pm (UTC)[He sure fell down enough staircases to prove that point.]
Antiquated, sure, but I guess that makes me just as ancient. Moreso! You should respect your elders!
[He gives Manolo a light poke in the side with his index finger.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 02:49 pm (UTC)[And for that poke, Joaquin decides a little wrestling is in order. Prepared to be attackled!]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:55 pm (UTC)[Of course, if Joaquin really wants to play this game, that's fine. Manolo will just TICKLE HIM, and he grabs for his friend's sides to do just that.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:59 pm (UTC)But he can't lose this quickly! No, he has to fight back! He struggles to somehow get Manolo's arms away from him while also managing to hold him down. It turns into a weird, vice-like hug around his friend, though it seems Joaquin can't help but still laugh.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 03:05 pm (UTC)[Joaquin grips him tighter and buries his face in the crook of Manolo's neck, stifling more giggles.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 03:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 03:18 pm (UTC)'snot for just any occasion it's... secret... technique something.
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Date: 2016-01-15 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 03:24 pm (UTC)[He dozes off before he can quite finish whatever thought he was trying to convey.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 03:35 pm (UTC)This is so abnormal Joaquin thinks he's perhaps just dreaming it all, but then his eyes adjust to the darkness, their last candle having burned itself out a while ago. Probably a good thing, as his head is pounding a bit from all the alcohol drying out his system. God, why did he drink so much...?
Finally, he looks down. It's Manolo.
That's both relieving and distressing for some reason and slowly Joaquin tries to drag himself away. God, what time even is it?]
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Date: 2016-01-15 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-15 03:45 pm (UTC).... fuck this, man. It's way too early for this and he's hungover and sick feeling.
He gives up, closing his eyes as he resettles.]