The Consequence [Deuce]

[Ace (No. 1)]

Ace was suffering. It was all his own fault of course, but he was still in pain. His stomach... god, he did not even want to think about his stomach, and his throat... his whole upper body was aching from throwing up, even his shoulders and down his back. He was so cold! Machina had turned the shower on, but it was on cold and Ace could barely keep himself leaning over the side of the bath, never mind trying to raise his hand to actually change it to giving out hot water. Ah! The burning sensation was getting worse, a few tears leaked out his eyes. Oh etro, when is this going to end? Weakly, he whispered, “Mac- Machina?” but Machina had left a while before. Ace had told him to get out, but he really wished he hadn’t. He had just felt embarrassed and wanted to be alone, but now that he was he really wanted someone to be here again. It had only been about forty minutes since Machina had dragged his ass in here, but he felt like it had been hours. In fact he was fully expecting the sun to appear on the horizon at any time, but all he could see out the bathroom window was a little square of blackness, so morning was obviously a while off yet. Not that Ace was really thinking much about the time right now.

Ace fell backwards onto the floor, hitting his head off the tiles. Not very hard, but enough to add to his pain, and he struggled to get up again. For some reason the burning in his stomach just got worse when he lay down, not better, so he put all his strength into heaving himself back upright again, but just that action made him want to puke again. He hung over the edge of the toilet, propping his elbows on the seat and holding his forehead in his hands. He was going to be sick again, he could tell, and he hated just having to sit here and wait for it to happen. A few more tears leaked out of Ace’s eyes: he wasn’t one to cry normally, and he was not really sobbing now, but he was tired and he was drunk and he was confused and he hurt all over. Ace was fairly sure he wanted to just die already. Anything had to be better than this. But whatever god of fate was watching over him was not kind enough to stick him with a thunderbolt, so Ace just went back to throwing up again. At least Machina had left him water to drink, so Ace sipped at that when he was done, spitting most of it back out again into the toilet because the taste in his mouth was so disgusting. He was shivering quite violently now, partly because of being sick, but mostly because he had been sitting under the freezing shower for so long before. When his strength was a little better, and he had lost that immediate urge to throw up, he dragged himself back over to the shower and pushed the thermostat of the shower up to warm. and finally started to feel the feeling come back into his head which had felt like it was on its way to freezing over.

Drawing in a couple of breaths, Ace felt the fog in his brain lift just ever so slightly. Urgh, this horrible taste in his mouth! Pulling himself across the bathroom on his stomach by the elbows, he reached the counter and grabbed his toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. At first he gagged a little on the strong minty taste, but a few minutes later when he could actually breathe in and out fresh air again without it tasting like alcohol or sickness he felt a lot better. Crawling back to the bathtub again, he lifted himself over the edge and flopped in, fully clothed. Grabbing the nearest shampoo (Trey’s) he scrubbed at his hair for several minutes before sticking his head back under the rush of water. Better, better. He just wanted to be away from the stink of alcohol forever. He lay under the water, not entirely sure if he was just rinsing his hair or trying to drown himself. He lay there half-breathing water for a while, until he saw a figure in the doorway of the bathroom. Completely soaked from head to toe, Ace poked his head out of the stream just enough to see Deuce standing there through his puffy, red-rimmed eyes. He could not remember sending her the texts or the phone calls, he did not even think of her like that right now, but he had never been so relieved to see anybody in his whole life. Despite his obvious suffering, Ace was in a lot better condition now that he had brushed his teeth and (sort of) washed, which was nice too, but again not really what he was thinking about. Ace held out his hands to her weakly, just wanting a hug.

WORDS; 851
MUSE; Good!
LOCATION; Ace & Trey's Dorm Bathroom
TAGGED; Deuce!
NOTES; Aw x.x I feel so bad for him. I hope writing Deuce there at the end was okay XD
LISTENING TO?; Jar of Hearts - Christian Perri

[Deuce (No. 2)]

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She wanted to be angry right now, she really did. Ace and Machina had ruined not only her night but Rem’s as well with their idiocy, calling them in the middle of the freaking night over the most senseless things imaginable. And not once or twice, no… multiple texts and voicemails stretching over about three hours. She wanted to be angry… but she wasn’t. Or not as angry as she should be, anyway. She was just worried about Ace right now, and upset that he’d let it come that far... though if she were perfectly honest, she might’ve had a drink too much as well if all the others were drinking. Peer pressure and all that. Being sober was no fun when everyone else was drunk, or so she imagined.
Machina said he’d been sick, but not how sick… the black haired youth had been too occupied with his ‘Remmy’ to really think of anything else. Her mind wandered to Rem for a moment as she jogged through the eerily silent hallways, she really hoped her friend would be alright dealing with Machina. She probably would be, Rem looked like a sweet young girl, but she was much stronger than she looked. She’d be alright. As for the rest of her class, she hoped the guys had made it home safely… she also hoped the rest of the girls had been able to get some rest tonight, that it had been just herself and Rem who had their rest disturbed. Deuce snorted, yeah right… if Ace and Machina were basically crying up tears of pure alcohol, then the rest of the guys had to be in a coma by now. Aside from maybe King, King was a responsible guy, of course, she’d also thought that about Ace and Machina, and look how that ended.

As she hurried by the empty classrooms and such, she swore she saw Mr. Astley looming over something in the corner, but maybe it was just a hallucination created by lack of sleep; when she took a few steps back to check, he wasn’t there anymore. Shrugging her shoulders and drawing in a deep breath, she decided to push her uneasy feelings aside and just hurry up and see how Ace was doing. Chances were Trey had made it back already and shoved him into bed, if he hadn’t done so himself. Still… she had this weird feeling that something was up, that Ace was in trouble somehow, and she wouldn’t rest easy until she’d checked up on him. Not like she had better plans anyway, there was no way she would fall asleep at this hour, and she had nowhere to hang out; Rem and Machina had claimed her room, and the others were (hopefully!) asleep.

When she finally reached Ace and Trey’s dorm, she took a moment to catch her breath before wandering closer. As she did so, she noted that the door was slightly ajar. This revelation had her biting her lip anxiously; just what would she find in that dorm?
“Ace?” she called softly into the darkness of the room as she poked her head into the dorm. No response. Etro this was bad. Without hesitation, she walked fully into the room and started to look around. She’d never been in here, so it was all new and strange to her. The shower was running… against better judgment, she headed into the direction of the shower and slowly pushed the door open. Despite the risk of seeing either Ace or Trey naked, she dared look into the fog-filled chamber anyway, and gasped at what she saw. Ace was in the bathtub, still dressed and looking like he’d just been run over about six times. It was an awful sight to behold, and she instantly felt her heart go out to him. Poor Ace.
Ignoring the messy state of the bathroom, she hurried into the room and sank down on her knees beside the bathtub, wrapping her arms lightly around his trembling form and gently stroking her fingers through his wet hair.
“Ace… it’s okay… I’m here,” she told him softly, continuing to stroke his hair. Who could honestly be mad when they saw the sorry state the blond was in?

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Words: 708
Tagged: Ace
Location: Ace & Trey's Dorm Bathroom
Outfit: Pajamas
Notes: I can't say this enough; Poor Ace XD

[Ace (No. 1)]

Ace lay in the water for about five minutes before Deuce appeared, thinking straight enough to start to appreciate who he was and what was happening. Before he had been unable to separate thought and action: he just did it if the urge came to mind. He drank, he talked, he called Deuce, he walked, he failed to walk, he ran around, he fell over... Now Ace was actually able to appreciate things. And he did not like it, because he was sick and wanted to sleep for fifteen years, or else just fall off the edge of the earth and die. Self-awareness was just making things worse. But at least the water was warm and soothed his battered head if not his aching shoulders and stomach, and he had managed to finally get the horrible taste out of his mouth. Unfortunately Ace was not in the mood to see the bright side of things. He was fairly sure that this was what dying felt like and that was okay, but he just wanted it to be over.

When the figure appeared in the doorway, Ace did not actually recognise Deuce for a split-second and before he could help himself, he asked, “Mom?” Then he remembered everything and realised it was Deuce that was here to see him. His hands reached out towards her of their own accord, he just wanted to hang on to her for a while until he felt better. “Deuce.” His relief of having her there and not being alone anymore was evident just in his voice, but was also visible on his face. He did not quite smile, he was too miserable to do that, but he definitely lost some of the worry from his face. What was she even doing here? Ace was so surprised to see her that he thought he might actually be imagining things. He almost asked out loud if he was dreaming, but he managed to catch himself from asking such a stupid question; clearly his mental state was improving. Even still, when she came over Ace just clung to her. He was warm now and his shivering was better than it had been, but he was still trembling all over as he hung on to her, getting her kind of wet by accident. “Deuce, ’m really sorry,” he murmured in her ear, just loudly enough to be heard over the running water. Ace was not entirely sure what he was apologizing for, but something gave him the feeling he ought to. “H-How did you know I was here?” He rested his head on her shoulder as she stroked his hair and shut his eyes, already feeling comforted by her presence here. His stomach was not burning up half as badly anymore, although he could hardly be deemed ‘cured’. One look at his sorry, red-eyed face could tell that to anyone. “I don’t feel well,” he whispered to her, as if she might have somehow not noticed that for herself already. The reason that he was whispering was that he was just too tired and sore to perk up the energy to talk at a normal volume, his poor voice all strained even just when he was talking quietly, “I wanna go to sleep.”

Ace slouched down a bit, slipping slightly out of her hug. He sniffed slightly, then opened his big blue eyes and looked up at her, for a moment looking about eight years younger than he actually was, “Deuce, ’m sorry,” he repeated himself. “C-could you- get me my- pyjamas? In my...cupboard...” he asked her haltingly, feeling sheepish and embarrassed, although not half as much as he would have done normally. Certainly he had sobered up a whole lot since he had sent her those phone calls earlier, but he was only feeling worse for it. Fortunately he could not remember sending her any messages right now; whether he would come morning, that was a different matter. All that mattered to him right now was that Deuce was here and seemed to want to take care of him. “You’re my angel,” he murmured, barely loud enough to be heard, as his head lolled forward onto his chest. Despite his condition he really meant that, and would have thought the same if he was sober, although whether he would have had the guts to actually say it sober was a different story.

WORDS; 763
MUSE; Good!
LOCATION; Ace & Trey's Bathroom
TAGGED; Deuce <3
NOTES; Sorry it's a bit messy x.x
LISTENING TO?; Blondie

[Deuce (No. 2)]

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For a while, Deuce just held onto Ace, stroking her fingers over his back and through his hair in an effort to comfort him. Poor guy, he was really out of it, he’d even called her mom when he first saw her. As though her crushing on him wasn’t awkward enough to deal with… now he compared her to his mother of all people, not that he could help it or anything, being stupid drunk and likely hallucinating right now. As she sat there though, she found herself not really caring any more. Her own feelings weren’t important right now, she wasn’t here to discuss them or to even think about them; she was here to look after a close friend, one she’d always cared for a great deal, even before she’d come to terms with her feelings.
“Shh… it’s okay,” she whispered back as she continued to hold him, all the negative emotions she’d been feeling this night slowly washing away with the stream of water, “Machina came to see Rem and told me where he’d left you.”
Honestly, if she was mad at anyone right now, it was Machina. Sure, he’d dragged Ace back here rather than leaving him on the street, but that was about as far as he’d bothered. He hadn’t made sure Ace was actually safely resting in his bed, instead just dragging him into the room, not even shutting the door, and then running his drunken ass to Rem and Deuce’s dorm like his life depended on it. She knew it wasn’t fair to judge him for it, but right now, she didn’t care. Just taking a single look at Ace made her want to go back to her dorm and yell at Machina, which would likely result in Rem sticking up for her boyfriend, after which the girls would likely yell at each other and wake up a teacher who would punish all the guys for their behavior and an awkward feel hanging all over Rem and Deuce’s dorm as a result from their fight. Sighing a little, she concluded what she already knew; it wasn’t worth the trouble. Come tomorrow, they would all be punished enough with a hangover that would go down in history as being legendary. They deserved it, bunch of idiots… aside from Ace. “Way to be objective, Deuce.”

When Ace slouched down and slipped out of her grasp, she panicked for a moment and backed away, grasping his shoulders and looking him over. The brunette sighed softly in relief; for a moment, she thought he was going to pass out on her. Deuce knew that drinking too much wasn’t healthy, and that it could lead to much worse stuff than just a bad hangover, but she wasn’t a doctor – she couldn’t recognize the signs that told you that someone wasn’t just feeling sick, but needed serious medical attention. The relief she’d felt dripped away and was soon replaced with concern. Was it really okay for her to be here and take care of him? What if he really did need a doctor? Should she run out and get Arecia, just in case?
A exasperated groan nearly escaped her throat when Ace went ahead and stated the obvious about his current predicament, but she managed to reign it in. But really, he ‘wasn’t feeling well’? That was like Queen stating that Nine irritated her; if you didn’t know that yet, you were a lost case. She supposed all could be blamed on the fact that he was drunk out of his mind.
“I know…” she murmured, feeling more powerless now than she’d felt in a long time. There wasn’t much she could do about this situation, she didn’t have some magical potion that would make it all better, if she did, she would’ve used it by now; seeing Ace like this really tore at her heartstrings.
“Of course,” she nodded, smiling gently at him and smoothing his bangs out of his face, “Just stay put alright? Don’t try to get up on your own, I’ll be right back.” With that said, she pushed herself away from the tub and climbed to her feet before hurrying to go fetch his pyjamas, stopping only when she heard him speak up again. When she turned around though, it seemed like he’d resigned himself to his fate for tonight, and looked in no way like he was capable of forming any more coherent thoughts for the moment. Maybe it had just been her imagination… anyway, the pyjamas!

As she wandered into the bedroom, she had to admit that she was feeling increasingly awkward with each step. Rummaging through a guy’s room wasn’t something she did often, nor did she have any desire to. She’d heard horror stories from other girls about the state of some of their rooms, and dreaded ever seeing one for herself. There was also the fact that Ace shared his room with Trey, who had likely moved beyond the stage of being tipsy about three hours ago himself, and she really didn’t want to explain why she was in his room, wet from the shower, with Ace lying in the tub half passed out as she went through his cupboard.
An actual smirk painted itself onto her face as she searched Ace’s drawers for his pyjamas; she could only imagine what people might think if they entered the room now, ‘Deuce, that skank! She took advantage of poor, drunk Ace!’ Yes, this night was hell, but for some reason, she felt like it would eventually become a good memory. A good story to tell future generations, if nothing else.
Deuce didn’t look as she went through Ace’s belongings, relying on her hands to feel when she’d found what she was searching for, after all, she really didn’t need to know what dirty little secrets Ace was hiding in there – that was his business, not hers. She wouldn’t want him to go snooping in her drawers either, after all… not that she was hiding dark secrets amongst her pink, frilly panties though… but it was the thought that counted.

At long last, she groped something that felt like it could be the very thing she’d searched for, daring a look, she decided that the outline of the piece looked close enough to what she’d been instructed to find, and tossed it down onto the bed before jumping to her feet and returning to the bathroom, flicking the light switch on her way there. Little did she know Ace’s pyjamas had a rather… interesting pattern on them, having only glanced at them in a dark room. She’d find out soon enough though.
“Ace…?” she whispered softly as she leaned over him to get a closer look at his face, this put her head under the stream of water, getting her hair wet, but she didn’t care that much. She was already wet from the hug, what harm could a little more water possibly do?
“Let’s get you to bed, you can’t put those pyjamas on when you’re under a pouring shower,” she stood back up and made sure her footing was stable before reaching out for Ace’s weak, drenched form, “Just lean on me, I’ll help you stand.”

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Words: 1207
Tagged: Ace
Location: Ace & Trey's Dorm
Outfit: Pajamas
Notes: Forgot the awkward pattern on his pj's, so I'll address that later. XD

[Ace (No. 1)]

Ace leant his head on her shoulder and hugged her back, so incredibly grateful to have her here at all. He wasn’t aware that he was getting her all wet, he had even kind of forgotten that he was wet as well. For a moment he actually had to struggle to remember how Machina had even known he was here in the first place, then he recalled how Machina had dragged him up here in the first place and started feeding him water even though he was still drunk himself. “He did?” Ace asked, faintly surprised in a low tone, “I told him to get out. I’m really glad... really glad he told you I was here.” Ace was perfectly aware that Machina had not been a great deal of help to him, although at least he had dragged his ass up here rather than abandoning him back in the grounds when he had first started throwing up. He had risked his own ass to drag Ace up here when they could have so easily been caught, which Ace wouldn’t forget. Well, at least he would try his best to remember. Still, he was glad that Machina had gone and Deuce had come instead, he knew that she could take care of him a million times better than Machina could have done, even if he was sober. She didn’t even get annoyed (at least on the outside) when he started coming out with incredibly obvious statements, but she told him to stay put and Ace was not going to argue with her. In fact, he was determined to be as good as gold for her. He just sat there under the hot water, his eyes closed and his head gently bowed until she came back.

Ace smiled when Deuce came back with his pyjamas, although it was a slightly absent-minded and bemused smile, as if he was not really sure what was going on around him anymore. Were those his chocobo pyjamas? They were older ones, he had not worn them in a long time, but he still liked them because he always wore them when he was sick to make himself feel better. How had she known that? Maybe it was just coincidence and she had missed his newer sleeping garments when she was searching through the wardrobe, Ace was not really up to entirely thinking that through right now. He just did as he was asked and leant on Deuce to help him back out of the bathtub without falling over. "Bed," he agreed with a nod as he got up, going to bed currently sounding like literally the best idea that he had ever heard. Good thing he didn't weigh too much or else she might have just had to abandon him there until morning. Once he was out from under the warm water Ace started shivering again almost immediately as cold air started to press in on his wet clothes. Fortunately there was a pile of big fluffy towels sitting on the radiator ready, like they had known someone would be on need of one later that night. Ace reached out a faintly trembling hand to pick one up, patting his face dry and cherishing the warmth and just getting dry again. He felt like he was actually getting a little better, he was actually improving all the time now that a lot of the alcohol had left his system.

Trying not to be such a burden on Deuce he tried to stand more on his own two feet, which he did accomplish, but not without some minor swaying. His legs felt like they were made of jelly, not supporting him very well at all. Without really thinking he pulled off his shirt over his head and started patting his chest and arms dry as well. Only when he was halfway through this operation did he remember that Deuce was right here and could see him half-naked, so he blushed slightly. "Do you have my pyjamas?" he asked, holding out his hands to take them off her. No matter what she thought of childish chocobo pyjamas, that had to be preferable to the nothing he was sporting right now. For a moment he nearly laughed, grateful that his first thought had not been to strip off his pants. In truth, it very almost had been. Once he eased on his pyjama top (it was a little small and his shoulders were still aching, so it was a tricky operation) he took the bottoms off her and blushed slightly, “I, eh, need to put these on now,” he said, just to give her fair warning in case she wanted to close her eyes or look away or something. He wasn’t planning on taking his underwear off or anything, but he still knew she might get a surprise if he suddenly stripped off his pants without the slightest hint he was about to do it. Once he was changed he abandoned his other clothes in the corner of the bathroom and took Deuce’s hand and allowed her to lead him away. Only then did he notice that her top was all wet, “What happened? You should wear one of my tshirts,” he offered her, still not quite processing that the state of her shirt was his fault.

WORDS; 915
MUSE; Good!
LOCATION; Ace and Trey's dorm
TAGGED; Deuce
NOTES; Nope
LISTENING TO?; Marianas Trench

[Deuce (No. 2)]

“Mhmm,” she replied with a shake of her head, “Seems you got the worst end of the deal, Machina seemed to be doing alright. I feel sorry for Rem though,” she giggled, trying to lighten Ace’s mood a little, “He was wearing some sort of feather boa…” she still wasn’t sure what was up with that. They must’ve all had a pretty wild night for a guy like Machina to go and get dressed up like that. At least they had fun, fun that came at a price, but still…
Deuce didn’t really say a whole lot besides that, aside from replying at his questions or statements whenever he voiced them. She was mostly just focused on taking care of him and preparing to drag him to his bed, so he could rest. Deuce wondered if he’d feel better after getting some sleep, since he was already sick now. In a way, he was already suffering from a hangover, so he should be better in a few hours, right? She sure hoped so. She really hated seeing him this sad and weak, it didn’t suit him at all.

The trip to his bedroom had gone rather quick, and before long, she was standing by the bathtub again ready to support her friend as he got up to his feet, should he need the assistance. He did, but thankfully he wasn’t Nine-sized… she wasn’t sure how well this whole thing would go down if he was. If Nine lost his balance and toppled over, there was a bigger chance of him dragging her down with him than her having the strength to keep him from falling. Ace was much shorter, a fact that might bother him at times, but a fact Deuce was very grateful for. She herself was rather short, and being surrounded by tall people all the time got… well… it got a little annoying, because you always had to strain your neck just to look them in the eye. She didn’t have that problem with Ace.

Even though Ace stood on his own two feet right now, Deuce continued to rest one of her hands on his bicep just in case he suddenly felt dizzy, her other hand was just sort of hovering in the air behind his back, also ready to catch him should he fall down. The downside of him being in control over his own body right now was that she couldn’t stop him from doing awkward things… like casually pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it off somewhere. The brunette’s eyes widened significantly as she was suddenly confronted with a half naked Ace-chest, and Etro forgive her, she wasn’t as shocked and appalled as she likely should have been. Embarrassed? A little, yes, but at the same time, she couldn’t look away. That thought made her feel more embarrassed than the actual half naked guy standing in front of her. “Well… checking out a drunk friend is certainly the lowest you’ve ever sunk.” she thought to herself, but couldn’t stop herself from smiling awkwardly.

“Uh… Y-yeah…” she mumbled as she looked behind her at where she’d left his pyjamas. In this much brighter room, she finally got a good look at the article of clothing she’d just been asked to retrieve. She stifled a giggle as she walked over and picked them up. This night! Just… this night! It couldn’t get any stranger unless Nine started reciting poetry at Kurasame’s bedroom door or something wacky like that. Deuce could safely say that she hadn’t seen chocobo pyjamas since she was maybe eight years old or so, but for some reason, she could imagine Ace wearing these even at age sixteen. And why not, really? So long as they were comfortable. Deuce herself still had a pair of socks with little moogles on them, so she really had no room to judge.
After she’d handed the pyjamas to Ace, she waited until he put the shirt on before she placed a hand on his arm again. She really didn’t want him to fall, especially in here, with a lot of hard surfaces just ready to crack your skull open. How awful would it be if he fell over and hurt himself? While Deuce was standing right there next to him and could’ve easily prevented it. Even if Ace and everyone else forgave her, she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself.

Perhaps Ace wasn’t the only one who wasn’t thinking straight, because she just happily continued to stare at him, at the moment forgetting all about the fact that he was still wearing his pants. When he informed her of this, her eyes widened again, “O-oh, right.” She quipped as she quickly shut her eyes, a pale blush creeping its way onto her face. She wanted this night to be over, for both their sakes.
“Ready? C-Can I open my eyes again?” she asked after a little while to make sure she wouldn’t open them too soon and catch him standing there entirely naked. That would just be the cherry on top of an already awkward night between the two of them. When she was sure the coast was clear, so to speak, she slowly opened her eyes again and smiled as she lightly grasped his hand, “Off we go then,” she said as she began to lead him back to his bedroom, taking things one step at a time, nice and slow.

“What?” she followed his gaze downwards and smirked, “I really have no idea how that happened,” she giggled as she walked him to the bed and made him sit down. She picked the covers up and waited for him to lie down before putting them back over him, “Comfortable?” she made sure before she walked over to his wardrobe and looked around for a tshirt, “I’ll go put this on, just call if you feel you’re getting sick, alright? Be right back,” With that, she dimmed the lights and walked back over towards the bathroom, “Try and get some sleep. It’ll make you feel better.”

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Words: 1014
Tagged: Ace <3
Location: Ace & Trey's Dorm
Outfit: Pyjamas
Notes: Deuce likes half-naked Ace, what else is new?

[Ace (No. 1)]

"A boa?" he questioned, slightly bemused. He couldn't really remember Machina in his boa for some reason, although he was quite sure that it had happened, but the memory was fuzzy and indistinct. More than anything, Ace was just tired now and wanted to sleep. Ah sleep, it sounded so good... He would happily go to sleep right there in the shower if it wasn't for the fact he might drown. In fact even that night not have stopped him if Deuce had not shown up. Ace blushed slightly as he felt Deuce's hands on him, holding him steady as they walked through from the bathroom to his bedroom. Normally he wouldn't have reacted, but he was too drunk right now to hide his blush from his embarrassment. He liked Deuce being close to him. No doubt she would find that creepy if she knew, but he did. Fortunately she did have her hands nearby though, as he almost slipped on a wet patch of floor, but managed to recover his footing just in time. Damn this wasn't going well, to make a massive understatement.

Even he felt rather pathetic as she practically dragged him to bed, but he would have time to be embarrassed in the morning with his hangover. He did manage to walk on his own two feet though and after a moment he got as far as changing into his pajamas. They were small on him, looking even more ridiculous than just being chocobo pajamas, but he did look oddly cute in it. Perhaps it was because Ace was still a handsome boy, despite being short and not the strongest in the class (more like the opposite). Still, he couldn't help but blush more as he stripped off his pants, but luckily Deuce had covered her eyes. She hadn't seen him in his underwear since they were kids and right now he was fully determined to keep it that way. Fortunately he managed to change without actually falling over, so he nodded to Deuce, even though she couldn't see him, "Yes, 'm done now." He followed Deuce slightly dreamily as she took his hand and guided him through to the bedroom. Nice and slow they walked, Ace's only real thoughts to keep putting one foot in front of the other and Deuce's guiding hand in his. She was such an angel.

She pretended as if she didn't know how she had got wet and slowly it dawned on Ace that it was his fault. He looked at her slightly shyly, "Sorry Deuce." Obediently he say on the bed and then lay down, releasing Deuce's hand regretfully, but a smile appearing on his face as she pulled the covers over him. She really was taking care of him. "Snuggly comfortable," he informed her, as if this was the highest level of comfort imaginable, his eyes already closed as she went over to his wardrobe to find a tshirt to borrow. "Okay," he said as she went to change, his voice already sounding sleepy. However, when she emerged from the bathroom with a fresh shirt on, Ace opened his eyes and looked at her with a tired smile. "Come here," he said, patting the edge of the bed, but it was more of an invitation than a command. He quite liked seeing her wearing one of his tshirts he decided. It was almost as if she really was his girlfriend.

WORDS; 602
MUSE; Not bad!
LOCATION; Ace & Trey's Dorm
TAGGED; Deuce
NOTES; Nope
LISTENING TO?; LOTR

[Deuce (No. 2)]

Deuce smirked, “Yep, he looked absolutely fabulous,” the fact that Ace couldn’t remember something so noteworthy was quite telling of how he must’ve been feeling at that time, and Deuce decided not to try and cheer him up with more funny stories. What the blonde really needed was a nice, warm bed to rest in, just to sleep it all off and deal with the consequences of his drinking tomorrow morning, though Deuce did seriously hope his hangover wouldn’t be too bad. Yes, he should learn a lesson from tonight, but hadn’t he been punished enough already? And besides, kids were going to be kids. If all their friends were drinking and having a good time, few people would refuse to join in, not even Deuce would be able to resist the temptation, she was sure. Rather than lecturing or talking more, she simply went to fetch his pyjamas before moving over to help him up. The brunette was truly grateful that this was Ace she was dealing with, and not Nine or Jack, or one of the other tall guys in Class Zero. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to hold them, should they fall. But Ace was light enough that she could manage herself decently. Step by step, they headed for the bedroom. Only once did he slip on the wet floor, but Deuce had been right there to catch him and push him back onto his feet, keeping her hands nearby just in case it happened again. After he’d dried himself off, and Deuce swears she didn’t peek, she helped him over to his bed, tucking him in and making sure he was comfortable before taking care of her own problem.

As she walked into the bathroom, she sighed a little as she gazed into the mirror. She looked like someone who’d just been rolled out of bed which was actually quite true. She’d already been half asleep when the messages had started coming. Deuce caught herself blushing in the mirror and shook her head as she took off her wet shirt and placed it over the radiator to dry off before putting Ace’s shirt on. It was a little big, but it would do for tonight. Those messages had really come as a shock, such a shock in fact that she’d turned to Rem for guidance, though the red-eyed girl hardly knew what to say to ease the embarrassment. Then Machina’s messages had accidentally been sent to her phone, and the trauma had been complete. Luckily Rem had actually been there when Machina showed up, she wouldn’t have known what to do if he came knocking and she’d been there all alone. Not that she thought he’d do anything, but it would’ve still been a pain to look after him while also having to go here to take care of Ace.

Anyway, Deuce turned back to the bathtub and made sure to clean everything up, putting the clothes and used towels in the laundry basket and folding up whatever towels could be reused later and putting them in a safe place where they wouldn’t get wet. She then bent down and searched around for a few items, a bucket, a bowl, a washing cloth and a glass. Once she found all of them, she put some cool water in the bowl and placed the cloth into it, she also filled the glass with water. Hanging the bucket around her arm and balancing the rest of the items, she made her way back into the bedroom, smiling slightly at Ace when she noted he was still awake. She placed the bucket down next to the bed and set the glass of water on the nightstand along with the bowl.
“There,” she sighed, “This should do… it?” she trailed off a little when he invited her to… sit on his bed. With a slight shake of her head, she grabbed the washing cloth and squeezed some of the water out of it, “Ace, I uh… doubt there’s enough room in that bed for two people…” she told him softly as she stepped closer and placed the cool cloth on his forehead, trying hard to hide her rather obvious blush, “There, how’s that?” she found herself sitting down on the edge of the bed anyway, her legs feeling really tired after all the walking and supporting she’d done tonight, “Some night, huh?”

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Words: 735
Tagged: Ace
Location: Ace & Trey's Dorm
Outfit: Pyjamas + Ace's tshirt
Notes: Deuce should become a nurse or something.

[Ace (No. 1)]

Ace was so grateful to just be warm and lying in a soft place once Deuce had successfully managed to put him to bed. He wrapped his arms around his blanket, cuddling into the softness. Ah... Now he felt better, as good as he could feel in his current condition. Deuce left again, where was she going? Ace shut his eyes while Deuce headed through to the bathroom, but he found himself unable to go to sleep when she wasn't there, even though he was so tired, so he waited patiently for her to come back. He patted the bed when she arrived at his bedside a few minutes later with assorted items, so she knew he was fine with her sitting close, but she objected slightly. Ace blushed, "I didn't mean..." He tailed off, not sure exactly what he didn't mean. He didn't mean anything inappropriate by inviting her onto his bed? True, but even the idea of saying it made him feel embarrassed, so he just let it go. He was fairly sure just trying to explain that one would make him blush until he burst into flames. They were already alone in his bedroom in the early hours of the morning, there was definitely no need to make this more awkward than it already was. The last thing Ace wanted was Deuce getting too embarrassed and leaving him alone. He needed her too much right now for her to be leaving, even if that was a bit selfish of him.

Deuce put a cold flannel on his head and Ace breathed in deeply. That was so much better for his head, the coolness spreading through his forehead like a painkiller. "Thank you," he smiled, closing his eyes. Yes, better... Ace sank a little further into his sheets, his breathing deeper and more relaxed. He wasn't asleep, but hovered on the edge of dozing. He felt the mattress lower slightly at his side as Deuce did sit down beside him. Good, she couldn't stand there all night. "I think I was having a good night a couple hours ago..." Ace murmured in response to Deuce, "Then it all went wrong. I'm really sorry you had to stay up 'cuz of me Deuce." Out of anything, Ace was sorry for that. As far as he remembered he hadn't really been a burden to anyone else tonight, all the guys had been ridiculously drunk, but Deuce had gotten up and come to see him just to check that he was okay. Suddenly Ace was filled for affection for the little girl at his side. She really had to be the most caring person he had ever known. "Thanks for comin'... This'd all be so terrible if you hadn't come and been so great to me." Ace was far past the point of being able to be eloquent, but he still had to make sure Deuce knew how much he appreciated her. Once he was fairly sure he had got that message across he was content.

His head still ached, but less so now that Deuce was taking care of him. Now he was comfy enough that sleep was possible rather than his pain jerking him back to unpleasant consciousness every few seconds. Settling back in his pillows, after a minute or so he started to drift off into sleep. His eyelids twitched slightly as he dreamt, but otherwise he slept peacefully, fortunately (for the both of them) spared any more ill-effects of his night's drinking. Ace slept more heavily than usual in his drunken state, dead to the world except for the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He didn't wake until about 11am the next morning and when he awoke, he felt... just fine actually. Except he didn’t remember going to bed. Actually, he didn’t remember anything about last night. Wasn’t he supposed to be going out for Trey’s? Did he go? And as nice and soft as they might be... who was he currently hugging in his bed? Ace opened his eyes to see some long, slightly tousled, brown hair in his face. Deuce?

WORDS; 700
MUSE; Good :3
LOCATION; Ace & Trey's Dorm
TAGGED; Deuce
NOTES; Cuteness!
LISTENING TO?; One Direction

[Deuce (No. 2)]

At his apology, the brunette couldn’t help but smile a little. Of course he hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, Ace was a good, nice guy who didn’t go around getting drunk and leaving people (or just her) awkward messages on their cell phones in the middle of the night. It had all just been the result of a fun night out with the guys, and even if Deuce was exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep, she really couldn’t stay mad at him, or even at any of the guys any more. “Don’t worry about it,” she told him gently as she dapped the cloth against his forehead, “That’s what friends do, right? They look out for each other even when they’re stupid drunk,” his next words were kind of hard to understand, but she still managed to find a message somewhere in the mess of words that came tumbling out of the blonde’s mouth. He wanted her to know that he appreciated her help… Deuce smiled and simply nodded once as her only response. Honestly, she herself could use some rest as well, and if she’d tried to say too much at this hour, it would probably come out sounding like gibberish as well. Etro, she just wanted to go to sleep.

After a little while, it seemed like Ace’s body had finally had enough of the night and started to slowly go to sleep. Deuce couldn’t feel more relieved, because this meant that both of them would finally get a break now… he’d get to sleep off his hangover, and she’d just be able to sleep period. At long, long last, she’d be able to close her eyes and rest. But it seemed rest came a little bit too soon, because when her eyelids started feeling heavy to the point where she had trouble keeping her eyes open at all, she was still sitting on the bed with Ace. Eventually, her half dreaming mind simply settled for the bed she was on now, and the young flautist found herself climbing fully into the bed and pulling the blankets over herself as well as she slowly started to doze off. Somewhere, she must’ve been aware that Ace was in this bed as well, but right now… she just couldn’t care less. Sleep now, worry later. Much, much later, preferably.

Despite all the craziness of that night, Deuce slept like a baby and had a happy dream to go with it. In her dream, she and Ace were running along a beach somewhere, just laughing and playing around like friends did. The girl smiled gently in her sleep and curled a little closer to the only source of warmth in this bed, which happened to be Ace, but seeing as she was asleep, she had no idea what she was doing. In her dream, they were laughing and smiling and they were just so very, very happy. Deuce felt her heart speed up a little when Ace wrapped his arms around her and lifted her slightly in the air to swing her around… there was so much laughter, so much joy… could this dream get any better? By now, it was almost morning, but Deuce didn’t notice it and simply continued to smile like the Cheshire cat on drugs. “Ace…” she murmured dreamily as she turned around and slipped one of her arms under his shoulder and hugging herself tightly to him as she gently pressed her cheek against his chest. Slowly but surely, her mind was waking up and no matter how hard the flautist tried to stay in her happy dream world, it seemed impossible to stay now that her brain had decided it was time to greet a new day. Making a few more drowsy, sleepy and above all, annoyed (at having to wake up) sounds, her eyes finally fluttered open. It was too bad her dream had ended, but at least it had been the greatest dream she’d had in a while. She could just continue it later, maybe as an actual dream, or maybe as a day dream, Deuce wasn’t picky.

When her mind finally abandoned her dream world and entered the real world again, Deuce felt all the blood in her face drain away when she realized she was face to face with someone’s chest. What in the… The previous night flashed before her eyes much like your life was said to flash before your eyes the moment you died. Oh gods, had she fallen asleep in his bed?! Or had she managed to make her way to Trey’s bed and had she gone to sleep there? But then whose chest was this? Had Trey come back and hadn’t he noticed her before lying down? Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods… this was bad, very, very bad! Though she wanted to just throw herself off the bed in horror at this whole situation, she found herself just staying still as a mammal who feigned death. Everything became just the slightest bit worse when she realized that, not only was her face pressed against someone’s chest, she was also clinging to them like a horny koala. Dear Etro, she wanted to die right now. This was just a whole new level of awkward.

Rather than facing the embarrassment that was awaiting her, Deuce did the only thing that seemed good enough for now; she avoided the situation all-together by pretending to still be asleep. You can’t have awkward conversations or staring contests when one of the participants was asleep, after all. And so, she closed her eyes again just in case they’d try and see her face and pretended to roll back around in her sleep, unwrapping herself from around his body and facing the wall again.

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Words: 966
Tagged: Ace
Location: Ace & Trey's Dorm
Outfit: Pyjamas + Ace's tshirt
Notes: I love torturing my characters a little bit too much, I think. XD

[Ace (No. 1)]

Ace opened his eyes in shock as he realised Deuce was lying there in his arms. His body slowly became rigid as he became more aware of his breathing, trying not to move and wake her up. What was he supposed to do? And how had this happened? He was still in his pyjamas, so clearly nothing had... happened... but he wouldn't have believed anything had happened even if he was naked. This was Deuce. No matter how he thought of her, she'd never do that! Slowly the events of last night began to filter through his memory. Fortunately not all of them - his sanity probably wouldn't stand up to the embarrassment of remembering those messages he had left on Deuce's cellphone - but he remembered lying in the bathtub and then Deuce had turned up. She'd helped him out and put him these very old pyjamas... Ace blushed slightly as he remembered he was wearing his oldest pair of chocobo pyjamas and Deuce had seen him in them, but he was fairly sure he should just be glad she didn't see him throw up... as far as he was aware. Oh man this was just embarrassing and Ace wasn't one to get easily embarrassed - at least around people he didn't have a huge crush on. Personally he felt like he should be excused for being embarrassed easily around the ones he did. WHY had he let Machina convince him to have a drink? It had just been one or two, then he realised he quite liked the taste, and before he knew it he'd had six or seven and they were beginning to taste even better. And before he knew it the night had become a blur and he only remembered random flashes like Machina trying to sexy-dance in the middle of the bar with a feather boa, and karaoke and... had they gone to a strip club? Not all of them, but some of them must have. Ace wanted to burrow under the blanket in shame. If any of the girls found out about that... if Deuce found out about that...

Just when he thought he might be able to get through this somehow without melting out of embarrassment, Deuce turned over, cuddled into him and dreamily whispered his name. Ace's eyes snapped wide open and he did a double take. Did that really just happen? Deuce saying his name in that tone. Ace practically had to repress a shiver. Was she sleeping? It seemed like it. What was she dreaming about? Ace found himself blushing. Maybe he didn't want to let his imagination run free about that kind of thing when he was lying right next to her like this. In fact, maybe it would be a good idea to just try and not think about anything at all. That proved to be difficult. Instead Ace tried to work out how to get out of this. He should probably try to stop holding onto her, he didn't want her to get the wrong idea when she woke up and think he was trying to take advantage of her while she was sleeping. Although, since he had been the drunk one, didn't that mean she would be the one taking advantage of him? Ace actually smiled slightly at that. Yeah, in his dreams maybe. Definitely in his dreams. He shook his head slightly - or at least would have done if that wouldn't have involved him knocking his head against Deuce. In any case, Deuce was hanging onto him now, so he couldn't move or get up without waking her. She was still asleep, right? Maybe he ought to pretend to be asleep as well until she woke up. If he was asleep he had to be blameless, didn't he? And it wasn't as if it was uncomfortable lying beside Deuce, it was actually very nice. It was just that he felt guilty, as if he shouldn't be here at all.

But it was okay, he could lie here. Ace shut his eyes gently. A thought occurred to him that Deuce might wake up and then pretend to do the same thing. What would they do, lie here all day? Fortunately that didn't happen. Instead Deuce disentangled herself from Ace and rolled back over. Ace breathed a shallow sigh of relief. That was better, now if he could just edge his way out of bed without waking her. Careful... careful... With a slightly misjudged movement, he slipped out and landed with a smack on the wooden floor. For several seconds Ace lay with his face down on the floor, wishing he wasn't here, then he groaned. That had to have woken Deuce up. Well, at least they weren't wrapped around each other anymore. Hell, maybe she would think he'd been noble and slept on the floor so she could take the bed. Either way, Ace raised his head slightly and looked up at the bed before he softly spoke her name, "Deuce?"

WORDS; 849
MUSE; Not bad
LOCATION; Ace and Trey's Dorm
TAGGED; Deuce
NOTES; Phew.
LISTENING TO?; Skyrim