“As a friend,” M pointedly added on, beckoning the bartender over. “Something stronger, please.”
“Like what?” They grunted.
“Vodka?” M suggested softly, as the bartender took the glass.
“Sure thing.” They turned away from him and grabbed a bottle of vodka and a shot glass.
Mika raised his eyebrows at M's choice of drink, but said nothing about it. He wasn't judging, it just seemed like the guy was pretty stressed if he was going to drink something as strong as that.
M frowned down at the cup, rubbing circles into his temple. “Come on, Zack, you know I drink out of bigger glasses,” The man finally said softly, looking up at the bartender.
“Which is why I gave you the whole bottle. But fine, I’ll get you a bigger glass.” He handed M a larger, clear cup.
This time, Mika couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut. "Wait, you drink straight vodka out of a regular glass?" he asked, seeming a bit stunned.
M took the bottle in his hand and poured it in the glass as Zack shook his head at M.
“Yep,” M answered with a slight smile. The great thing about his magic is that he didn’t get drunk or high. Maybe the occasional buzz, which was honestly good enough.
"That's hardcore," he said, staring at the impressive amount of vodka M had poured in his glass. "If I drank that much, I'd pass the hell out within minutes."
M lifted up the glass and neatly drank the entire fucking cup in a gulp, setting down the glass again.
“I bet you would.”
"Holy shit, dude, are you going to be okay after that?" he asked. He'd never seen anybody drink that much that quickly.
M hummed softly as he went about pouring himself another cupful. “I will be quite alright.” He set the bottle down. “Oh, and I’ll pay for all of my drinks. My check can come out to be very high.”
"I can still pay, I was the one who offered," Mika said. "But I can see why it can be pretty pricey."
M pawed at the cup for a couple moments, as if though wondering if he should drink it or not. He shrugged, grabbed it up and drank it down in a gulp again. He softly burped into his sleeve, excusing himself politely.
Mika blinked and shook his head, trying to wrap his head around the fact that M had just drained two whole cups of vodka. "Okay, unless you're like, invincible or immune to alcohol or something, that's going to get you really drunk," Mika warned, sounding somewhat concerned.
M happily poured himself another fucking glass, feeling two wasn’t enough. “Mmm. I don’t tell my secrets.”
"A normal human would die at the rate you're drinking," he pointed out, trying to emphasize that M was drink a lot of fucking vodka. Unless he's not human, he thought. But he quickly pushed that out of his mind, reminding himself that it was best not to think about those things.
M pulled the cup up to his smiling lips and drained his third glass. Easily.
“I think it’s safe to assume that I am not human.”
Had Mika been drinking anything at that moment, he probably would've choked when he heard M. Was he serious? he thought, staring at the man for a moment, trying to process his words. No. Nobody would be that careless unless they knew that I had knowledge of things like that. "Don't joke around like that," he muttered, looking away.
M grinned slightly. He liked messing around with people in such a relaxed environment. He poured yet another glass, humming softly.
“I am just throwing it out there.”
Mika chose not to respond to what the man said, trying to put it to the back of his mind. He could deal with that later. "Isn't that your fourth or fifth glass?"
“Fourth,” M hummed softly, drinking down the third like he was dying of thirst.
"Why don't you just chug the whole bottle if you're going to drink that much, instead of refilling your glass over and over again?" he muttered, half joking and half wondering if he would actually do it.
(Lmao wrong numbers)
M set down the glass. “Hmm. You have a point.” He looked to the bottle, smirking slightly. He grabbed it up, investigating it before suddenly chugging the whole thing down in not one, but two gulps.
(oh lol I just noticed)
Mika sighed, putting his head in his hands. "At this point I'm just telling myself that was actually water and not vodka," he admitted. "Maybe you should call an uber, or have a friend drive you home or something."
M rolled his eyes and set the bottle down with another faint burp into his sleeves. “Do not worry about me,” He hummed, smiling. “I am quite alright. And it is very good vodka. Thank you, Mr. Williams.”
(hey what do we do now, I
m out of ideas)
(Hm maybe Mika offers to take him home? Then escalates…?)
(k that sounds good
sorry my brain is not wanting to function atm)
Mika sighed, looking at the empty bottle. "Are you sure? If you need me to, I can walk you home later." He was afraid to let M go home by himself, with the amount of alcohol he'd just consumed.
M cupped his face in his hands. “I live near the lake out of town. I will be able to make it there myself okay, but if you’d like to accompany me you are more than welcome to.”
"I'd like to stay with you until you get there, just to make sure you're okay." Mika crossed his arms. "I'm sorry, but I have trouble believing that somebody can drink that much alcohol and be perfectly fine, no matter how high their tolerance is."
M hummed softly and half-closed his eyes. “You may worry, but don’t act on it. I am quite alright. I did need that from this past week.”
In that moment, Mika felt kinda bad for the guy. He must've had a shitty week if he felt like he needed to drink this much to unwind. "Well then, just let me keep an eye on you so I can reassure myself."
M chuckled sleepily, sitting up slowly. “I’m probably going to go home now. I was going to grab a bite of food if you wanted to join me once we got there?”
