Xemnas had never taken much care in hiding some of the provisions the Organization had lying around. Namely, booze. That's how one gloomy night (Or day, or afternoon…You could never tell with the whole perpetual darkness thing.), Axel barged into Roxas's room, unannounced and uninvited (And quite unwelcome), toting a large assortment of wine bottles.

"Hiya Roxy!"

"Don't call me that." Cue kick in the shin.

"Look what I've got!" Cue bored, disinterested glance.

"Where did you get that?" Cue annoyed glare.

"I stole it from the pantry." Cue exasperated, put upon look.

"I really wish that would surprise me in the least." Cue a well-deserved rolling of the eyes.

Axel, completely unfazed by Roxas's unresponsiveness, plopped down next to him on the bed cheerily.

"Stop being such a sourpuss. There was some weird new kind shoved in the corner, I couldn't read the label."

"I knew you were and idiot, but it never occurred to me you couldn't even read."

"Very funny. Don't you think we oughtta try it, though? It looks interesting."

"Whatever."

With an overdramatic flourish, Axel pulled two glasses from his coat and poured some of the mysterious wine into each. Roxas looked at it intently. There was something so familiar about it…

"Want to make a toast?"

"No."

"Here's to…um…What should we toast to?"

"…"

"…Here's to spiky hair!"

"You're such an idiot. Are you sure you're not already drunk?"

There was a clink as there glasses touched.

They drank.

After downing the glass, Roxas remembered what the wine was. Papou wine. It was papou wine.

Somehow, that didn't make him as upset as it should have. Damn. The bastard must be growing on him.

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