Author: Elf Asato
Written: August 17, 2005
Summary: Seishirou and Yuuto play a drinking game.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For Wildelamassu, though this was my own wishful thinking and not actually what she requested...
Easily the Most
By Elf Asato
"You are"
"Yes?"
"easily"
"Go on."
"the most"
"Uh huh."
"the most"
"You said that already."
"the most"
"That's three times now."
"Heineken."
"'You are easily the most Heineken'?"
"Get me a Heineken and I'll finish."
"I'm not your maid. You can get it yourself."
"Then I'll never finish!"
"You wouldn't finish anyway. My turn," Seishirou chuckled as he took a swig from a beer bottle and looked around the bar. "That woman. She is easily the most...fiery person here."
Yuuto looked at the woman, then back to Seishirou. "'Fiery'?"
"Her coloring and dress suggest a warm, fiery nature."
"Only if you're on acid. My turn." Yuuto's eyes fell on a young woman talking with a group of friends. "She is easily the most...hmm...hottest person here."
"Oh come on now, Yuuto. That's not even grammatically correct," Seishirou smirked. "Drink up."
Placing his hand on the counter to steady himself, Yuuto looked at his drinking partner squarely and said, "That's why I told you to get me another Heineken!"
"Again, I'm not your maid. Look, the bartender is right there, so order."
"I'm broke, but fine. I don't need you. Beer will come to me when it wants to."
Seishirou took a drink and then handed the half-empty bottle to Yuuto. "I'm winning, so you can have mine. Let's see... He is"
"You're winning?"
"Yes I am. He is...easily the most overworked person here."
"What, him? He looks like his wife beats him, he's not overworked - I'll show you overworked - but he's not. I'll tell you what 'easily the most' he is," Yuuto countered and took a swig from Seishirou's beer. "He is easily the most...easily...the most...erm...uh... Your turn."
Seishirou smirked. "That's your second strike. I won."
"What? Like hell you did! I wanna know how."
"You only get one blank, and that was your second so you lost and I won. What did we say the loser bought, dinner?"
"No, no, no, that was only my first strike. If I do it again I--"
"Heineken, remember? You told me that if I got you a Heineken, you'd tell me what 'easily the most' I was," Seishirou said as he took the bottle from Yuuto and drank.
Yuuto, red-cheeked from alcohol and argument, exclaimed, "And you never got it for me! Get it for me so I can finish and win."
"You wouldn't win even if you did finish. You're quite clearly drunk while I'm barely tipsy."
"Just get me another beer."
Rolling his eyes, Seishirou said "fine" and ordered another drink for Yuuto. Once it came, he challenged with an amused smirk, "Now, finish."
"'m not that drunk," Yuuto muttered as he twisted off the top and took a drink. "Now...Mr. Seishirou Sakurazuka"
"Mm'hmm."
"you are easily"
"'the most', yes I know."
"Yes, 'the most'. You are easily the most"
"Now finish."
"...You are easily the most..." Yuuto's mouth opened as he was about to say the words on his mind, but a more lucid part of his brain took a step back and observed the man before him. It observed his countenance, his behavior, his history, his situation. It assessed Yuuto and the future with the possibility of the cherry blossom assassin involved.
Seishirou waited patiently with a smug look.
"...Fine," Yuuto murmured as he lowered his eyes and took another drink. "You win."
"Didn't I tell you I would? Now come on, I know of a nice cafe I'd like to try."
"Competitive bastard."
End