[it's after work one day – damn near close to almost the one month mark of jason's birthday back where he'd accidentally messed everything up (???) by inviting dick inside – when sizhui stops at the nearby corner store to collect junk food to take home. because if there's something he's fallen in love with, it's having sweets at his fingertips. while roaming the aisle for gummy snacks, he sees an advertisement for alcohol and an idea briefly flickers through his thoughts: jay's been known to leave some stuff behind in the house, so surely he wouldn't miss a shot or two? there's no way the cashier won't card him, after all.
hmmm, as sizhui considers, decides on a slushee he can sip during the walk back that will cover the taste.
vodka, it turns out, is quite stronger than rice or fruit wine and when mixed with a partially-melted cherry sugar-sludge, one can hardly taste the alcohol. the unfortunate part ends up being he finishes the bottle (which is fine, he'll buy jason more to replace it), but once sizhui's gotten through almost the entire cup, his inhibitions have lowered enough that he doesn't just text dick, oh no. this intoxicated fool pulls up the number, dials then presses the phone to his ear, waiting patiently while it trills. what are you going to say? who knows, to be honest? words seem like they'll come easier without self-consciousness and he's sorely lacking every single bit of it right now.
something about drinks, he finally fixates on. and jason. since dick evidently feels a way about him he hasn't quite put his finger on yet. ‘brothers’ seems like a placeholder; sizhui saw how dick stared though, won't ever forget it or the way it'd made he himself react.
by the time the line clicks through, he's significantly emboldened (and bordering on almost uncomfy with how warm he is, though he'll handle that at a later moment).] Dick? [he murmurs against the mouthpiece, clearing his throat and slurring the faintest amount in spite of himself,] I'm s-sorry, I hope this isn't a bad time...
[thank the stars, sizhui's reminded to wait for an answer before just seguing right into whatever else he has to say; because he'd hate to interrupt if now does happen to be an inconvenient time, but especially so while he's under the influence.]
♪ fightin' for my trust and you won't back down, even if we gotta risk it all right now
hmmm, as sizhui considers, decides on a slushee he can sip during the walk back that will cover the taste.
vodka, it turns out, is quite stronger than rice or fruit wine and when mixed with a partially-melted cherry sugar-sludge, one can hardly taste the alcohol. the unfortunate part ends up being he finishes the bottle (which is fine, he'll buy jason more to replace it), but once sizhui's gotten through almost the entire cup, his inhibitions have lowered enough that he doesn't just text dick, oh no. this intoxicated fool pulls up the number, dials then presses the phone to his ear, waiting patiently while it trills. what are you going to say? who knows, to be honest? words seem like they'll come easier without self-consciousness and he's sorely lacking every single bit of it right now.
something about drinks, he finally fixates on. and jason. since dick evidently feels a way about him he hasn't quite put his finger on yet. ‘brothers’ seems like a placeholder; sizhui saw how dick stared though, won't ever forget it or the way it'd made he himself react.
by the time the line clicks through, he's significantly emboldened (and bordering on almost uncomfy with how warm he is, though he'll handle that at a later moment).] Dick? [he murmurs against the mouthpiece, clearing his throat and slurring the faintest amount in spite of himself,] I'm s-sorry, I hope this isn't a bad time...
[thank the stars, sizhui's reminded to wait for an answer before just seguing right into whatever else he has to say; because he'd hate to interrupt if now does happen to be an inconvenient time, but especially so while he's under the influence.]