words_unravel | um...practice, practice... (Reply)

Okay, just a little sidefic to an original story i've been working on...i'm trying to get in the habit of writing, and especially trying to get a hold on my characters...so enjoy, C&C welcome...very welcome...

Niko was drunk.

Which was good since he’d been working hard on getting that way for the last three hours. Damn hard, for that matter.

He looked up at the mirror behind the bar and stared at his reflection. Of course, in order to see the image clearly, he needed to squint one eye and concentrate really, really hard to hold himself still. Which went a long way in saying just how drunk he really was.

He spared little attention to those around him, nodding at the bartender only when his glass was empty. So they’d left him alone all evening, partly because he’d presented a frightening picture—dark scowl marring handsome features, tension thrumbing along the sleek body.

But mostly the other patrons had avoided him because his Talent was broadcasting. Like mad.

Danger. Danger. Danger.

Not outwardly recognized, but subconsciously their brains were catching the signals Niko’s Talent was sending out like waves in a pool. Somehow, they knew this wasn’t the young man’s natural state, but the unease felt within a few feet of Niko was enough to have discouraged any bleeding hearts from becoming too friendly.

So he’d had plenty of room to drown his sorrows. Or anger. Or frustrations. Or whatever he’d come here to drown.

Therein, he was now drunk. Really drunk. And the closest to awkward as he’d ever been in his life, near to falling off his stool in a graceless pile of limbs. It hurt his pride. Well, almost. But since he’d chosen this particular road tonight, he figured he could live with a little less pride.

*Matthias would never do this.*

At the sudden thought, the blurry image scowled ferociously at Niko.

Matthias was the reason for this—slip—in Niko’s carefully constructed armor of control. No one else could drive him this crazy, drive him to drink. He didn’t even like alcohol all that much, didn’t like the loss of his normally precious control.

He needed that control. Without it, people got hurt. A lesson he’d learned at a very early age.

The reflection wavered again. Oops. He’d moved, sliding partially off the stool, barely putting his foot down in time to stop the descent.

“Hey buddy, you okay?” A hand landed on his shoulder. Huh. Apparently someone lacked any level of self-preservation instinct.

Niko growled through clenched teeth, reached back and grabbed the offending object, twisting quickly. He soon had the man on his toes trying in vain to relieve some of the painful pressure Niko was suddenly exerting on his shoulder.

“Do. Not. Touch. Me”

“Geez, buddy! Sorry…won’t do it…again.” The words hissed out, pained.

Niko shoved him away. The rush of adrenaline fading, he staggered against the bar. Shit, he was drunk.

*This is all Matthias’ fault. Horny bastard.*

***

Niko: *sniff* I do NOT get drunk. It’s unsightly and causes you to stink. and I do NOT stink. Ever.
prettykitty: duh! That’s kinda the whole point of this ficlet, to have you do something you normally wouldn’t do. ‘Cuz you know, sexual frustration causes you to do weird stuff sometimes.
Niko: *eyebrow*
PiKA: Okay, it causes –some- people to do weird stuff, . Ya know, like get drunk. *mutter* And you do too stink, sometimes. Especially after a rigorous round of hot smutty sex with Matthias.
Niko: WHAT?!
PiKA: What? *looks around innocently* I didn’t say anything *under breath* but it’s true…
Matthias: Yes, I have to agree. But then I like it. *licks niko’s ear*
Niko: Hey! Knock it off!
PiKA: *watches curiously*
Matthias: *grabs niko’s wrist* Come on, let’s go make you stinky. *drags niko off to bedroom*
PiKA: *grabs pen for note-taking and follows gleefully*

and just because i can...