Being covered in another person's vomit was not how Ienzo had intended on spending his Saturday night. No, he had planed on this being a quiet, study filled evening, average, with a few breaks for coffee and perhaps a little sleep. But unfortunately for him, Braig had decided to take the entirety of the research team to the nearest bar to celebrate their most recent breakthrough and Even had gotten himself so drunk he'd vomited- all over the front of one of Ienzo's many white shirt/dark vest and tie combos.

Disgusted, Ienzo heaved the babbling, drooling form of Even off of him and onto a stool. He started toward the bathroom, already beginning to remove the vest.

He cursed as he realized that the men's bathroom was already occupied, and the fact that he could hear moans and giggling from behind the door did not help his mood. Grumbling to himself, he went to the nearest table, plucked several napkins from the holder, and began to carefully scrub himself off.

Suddenly, a blonde boy and a pink haired (boy?)…thing approached him, the blond looking frightened, the pink haired it looking extremely drunk. "Um, excuse me," said the blond, flicking his hair out of his eyes, "but do you know if there's another bathroom around here? My friend had a little too much to drink, as you can see," at this point he heaved the pink haired thing up a little farther on his shoulder, helping to support… it , "and I think he's about to-"

Ienzo closed his eyes and inwardly screamed his hatred for all things alchoholic as he was coated in another layer of vomit. He willed himself not to completely explode and murder someone, and said, "No. I don't. Unless the two in here," he slammed his fist on the door, "are finished anytime soon, I doubt there will be-"

Completely on cue, an embarrassed looking blond boy and a smug looking redhead burst through the doors and shuffled out (in the blond's case anyway; the redhead appeared to be strutting rather sluttily for Ienzo's taste). Ienzo snorted and shoved his way into the door, slamming it behind him.

Ienzo had often wondered what people meant when they said something smelled of sex- he didn't have to anymore, because this was truly what it smelled like. Like sweat andgroaning and nudity and lust and endorphins-

But that was a story for another time, surely.

What mattered to Ienzo right now was his shirt, and the fact that it was covered in vomit.

He did not like that.

Sighing, he stripped off his shirt and laid it on the side of the sink. He wetted some paper towels and began to wipe away at it until he had eventually used about thirty of the towels, but his shirt was clean, and that was all he really cared about. It still faintly smelled, but he could deal with it until he got home, surely.

As that would be sooner, rather than later.

He glanced at this vest, and decided not to put it back on, as it had been hit the worst with the two coats, and daintily picked it up, as if it were road kill.

As he was rebuttoning the top button on his shirt, which was still slightly damp, the blond boy, this time sans pink friend, burst in the door, which, in his haste to get clean, Ienzo had forgotten to lock. i Damn,/i he thought.

"Hey, look, I'm really sorry about before," the blond said, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed. "If I'd known Lamuria was gonna barf all over you I never would have brought him over."

"I should hope so," Ienzo said coldly. He eyed the blond with a look of disdain and wondered how much force it would take to knock past him and sprint back to his dorm. Probably more than he had in him at the moment.

The blond's sheepish smile faltered and he stammered, "Um, well, I mean, I was thinking, to like, make up for it and everything, I could buy you a drink? I mean, it's not a change of clothes or anything, but it's something. I feel pretty bad and stuff." He looked at Ienzo hopefully.

Dear God thought Ienzo, He's a puppy.

"Or I could get you a new shirt or something. Like mine!" Ienzo looked at the boy's shirt, which was covered in what appeared to be water droplets, and on the front said, "Dance, water, dance!" He nearly threw up himself.

"Yeah, actually, the place is pretty close," the blond continued cheerfully, "we can go up there right now if you-"

"A drink." said Ienzo.

"Eh?"

"I'm not one much for drinking," the blue haired boy said grimly, "but if it keeps me away from that store I will do it gladly."

The blond stared at him for a moment, and then, to Ienzo's surprise, burst into laughter. "You know, I like you. You're alright." He stuck his hand out. "The name's Myde. Myde Valentine."

"Ienzo Hart." They shook hands. When they pulled away, Ienzo tried not to show how much pain he was in.

"Right then! How about a drink?" Myde said, grinning. And with that, Ienzo was pulled into the bar.

They were immediately beset by the pink haired Lamuria, who Ienzo could now see was truly just a very effeminate boy.

Very effeminate.

Said effeminate boy was currently drunkenly batting his eyes at Ienzo and drooling all over his shoes. Ienzo, who was not used to open flirtation, nearly gagged. He'd never really been into guys, although most, if not all, of his friends were gay, but then he'd never been interested in much of anyone else. Even had recently begun to ponder, mostly aloud, and to Ienzo's chagrin, if the gray haired teen was asexual.

"Er, Lamuria? I was just going to buy Ienzo here a drink, but…" Myde looked his friend up and down. "Um, I think maybe you should go talk to Ralene some more, eh? You know how to get to her house by foot, right?"

Lamuria smiled drunkenly, and stumbled out the door. Once outside, he promptly tripped into a garbage can. Ienzo smirked.

"He's a good guy, really," Myde said, sighing and shaking his head, "other than the complete BDSM, sadistic thing he tends to be when he's sober, but my sister loves him, so I guess he's cool."

The two took a seat at the table nearest them and Myde ordered them drinks- the blond got a beer for himself, and, after Ienzo tried to get water ("Nonsense! Water's free!") one for his irritable companion. Ienzo decided not to mention that he was not technically of drinking age for another month, and that the only way he'd gotten in the bar in the first place was by having the bartender take one look at Aeleaus so he would conveniently forget to check his I.D. As far as Ienzo was concerned, the sooner this was over, the better. He never really wanted to speak to Myde again unless he had to, and nothing could change his mind about that.

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"You are a wonderful person," slurred Ienzo, "and you're my best buddy."

He leaned heavily on Myde's shoulder, who, at the moment, was a strange mixture of amused, perplexed, and slightly aroused.

Ienzo poked the blond in the chest. "You, my friend, are… sexy." He snorted, and almost tripped on the steps. Giggling, he said, "See, you-you- you… you're my buddy."

"Jesus Christ," said Braig, looking at the two of them. "How many'd the poor underage bastard have?" The bartender took another look at Aeleus and decided he hadn't heard that.

"Uh, one, I think," said Myde, looking confused. I mean, really? he thought.

Ienzo, who was proving to be quite wrigglesome in Myde's arms, was also becoming pretty hard to keep control of. Braig decided to take matters into his own hands. "Alright, look, I'd really hate to separate Even from his bar, so would it be alright if you took him home?" He scribbled the address on a napkin. He handed it to Myde, winked, and said, "Heh, who knows. We've got a running bet on which gender he'll fuck first, and maybe," he leered at Myde, who felt extremely embarrassed, dirty, and still slightly aroused, "you'll be the lucky winner."

Myde left then, because the rest of them began to laugh hysterically, and Braig muttered, "Psh. As if" and because being the lucky winner was exactly who Myde wanted to be.

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A/N: Hey gais! :D

I'm back, and this time, with some Ienzo/Myde. I started this story last year, after staying up all night and reading this AMAZING Ienzo/Myde fic. I can't remember the name of it to save my life, but I love it. In it Ienzo is a college student and he meets Myde in a coffee shop at like three in the morning, and Myde's band is called Ars Arcanum. 3 If you find that I will dedicate smut to you. Seriously.

Anyway. Speaking of. You should go read The Violet Room by Sarephtar. Because it is amazing. I love love love it, but the plot. It is better, and more complicated than mine! So if you have a half dead brain like I do at the moment, wait. Wait until you can fully appreciate how amazing it is.

And then read Dualism's stuff. And then go to her Livejournal. If you don't have one, get one. Read Intermission. Because really. It is AMAZING. More so than anything ever has been in the history of 's like. A Goddess.

Even though none of these characters technically showed up in the Kingdom Hearts Series, they still belong to Disney and Square Enix, I think.

(Oh, and if anyone finds out which drunken TV character I based drunken Ienzo on, I will also dedicate smut to you. If you give me the fic and the name I will worship you. And give you porn. :D )