Sea Breeze and Bubbles

Demyx groaned faintly, clutching his aching head. Even that faint sound rang unbearably loudly in his ears; he winced, wishing someone had taken the time to take his hearing aids out before he woke up hungover. Axel usually did... One eye cracked open, then quickly shut at the painful brightness. After a few moments, he tried cracking it open again, just to see what was going on. Once it adjusted somewhat, he realized the room he was in was totally unfamiliar.

Xaldin peeked over at him, grinning. "G'mornin' sunshine. The earth says 'Hello!'"

"Not so fuckin' loud…!" Demyx hissed, covering his ears. Then, very suddenly, he realized that a. he had to be in Xaldin's room, b. he was only wearing a T-shirt and boxers, his socks and gloves having mysteriously disappeared, and c. he could remember virtually nothing of the night before.

"...Oh, shit...oh, no..."

Xaldin passed over a steaming plate of food. "Fish n' gritz?"

Demyx's stomach heaved, and he had to swallow hard to avoid vomiting all over the proffered plate. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with food right then.

"Oh. Right. Hangover." Xaldin continued eating, a thoughtful expression on his face. "If you're worried about what happened when you out, don't. I didn't touch you - no matter how hard you came onto me." He chuckled a bit. "And you came onto me pretty hard... But it looks like you're back to normal now. So I get away with a clear conscience and no hangover. Everything's right with the world."

"Ah, gods, you gotta be shitting me..." Demyx mumbled. He didn't even want to think how drunk he would have had to be to try coming on to Xaldin.
Xaldin snorted a bit. "What? Am I really THAT unattractive so that ya gotta be drunk out of your mind to actually hit on me? Gee, thanks..."
"I don't hit on guys, period," Demyx snapped, wincing at the sound of his own voice. "Especially not guys twice my age. There's a story behind that you don't wanna hear, but suffice to say that I'd have to be drunk out of my mind to work up the nerve to hit on anyone with a dick."
Xaldin shrugged. “Even Axel?”
"Even Axel," Demyx murmured. "Which, going back to it, is the entire root of the current problem."

"...Huh..." Xaldin sighed with a small nod. "Gotcha, kid..." He stood up. "If you need me, I'll be in my room. Rest up. Holler if ya need something..."

Demyx grunted and rolled back over. Soon, he was fast asleep again.