Cracking The Commander (DJ x Commander)

CHAPTER 17

After the defeat of Molten Boss, Commander decided that the best way to celebrate the team's success was a party. Many towers expressed excitement for the idea, thus cementing the idea of such a celebration.

To DJ, this was unbelievably shocking. Commander? Suggesting a party?

Commander was initially reluctant on his idea the more he thought on it, unsure if giving alcohol to a whole team of rowdy men was a good idea, but he eventually caved in (much to everyone's enjoyment).

DJ soon found himself in an environment he missed. His team surrounded him, indulging in alcohol and simply basking in each other's presence joyfully. Everyone was enjoying themself, save for one, expected, tower.

Commander watched from the sidelines, a half-empty wine glass in hand and an unimpressed expression on his face. His assumptions were right, his team were total fools when under the influence.

"Hey, Commander! Enjoying the party?" DJ walked up to the smaller man, his respective drink in hand. Commander jumped a bit, not expecting DJ (or anyone for that matter) to come up to him. "It seems like they definitely are." He glanced at a crowd of towers chanting 'chug' at Mortar, who was clearly struggling. DJ chuckled lowly.

The leader tutted and shook his head. "They act like animals. I swear, it's almost like I didn't train them."

"Aw, lighten up! They're having fun! You should too." Commander simply scoffed. That would be unprofessional of him.

"I am perfectly fine watching. I'm not one for these," he gestured to the crowd, "things." His voice was laced with disdain. DJ only laughed at his tone, not taking the shorter man entirely seriously. "What? What are you laughing about?"

"You're too professional for your own good, Comm."

"Now what does that mean?" He got defensive automatically. DJ couldn't find it in himself to feel intimidated by him, seeing him as adorable for being so uptight.

"Why don't you take a break from that domineering mask you have on? Relax." The DJ pulled Commander's wrist over so his wine glass pressed up to his lips. "Drink up. It sounds to me like you need some alcohol in your system."

Admittedly, DJ was already buzzing with alcohol, a drunken warmth pooling pleasantly in his gut. Any and all hesitance was wiped as the beer consumed his last coherent thoughts.

He was pleased to see Commander easily submit to his coercion, steadily drinking what wine DJ fed him. "Good," he hummed. "See? Isn't that better?"

Commander chuckled and nudged up against DJ. The fact became clear to DJ the moment he finished his glass: he was definitely a lightweight. "You're such a terrible influence, you know that?" There was a hint of tease behind his tone. DJ only shook his head, grinning.

Commander was loosening up right in front of DJ's eyes. It was almost entertaining to watch...

"Maybe I am. But you need it. It can't hurt to indulge a little, right?"

"Hmph. You're not helping your case," the smaller man hummed. Then, a pause. "Well. I mean, you're not wrong. Let's get a few more drinks, shall we? Like you said, it can't hurt." DJ shivered at the sultriness of his voice. This was something new, but definitely not unwelcomed. The leader was already looking flushed, the effects of the alcohol clearly hitting him hard.

DJ stepped backward with a slight stumble (no thanks to the numerous beers he drank previously), and followed the commander to the makeshift bar the team set up for the party. It was small, but had whatever alcohol people had taste for.

"What do you prefer?" Commander asked as he refilled his wine glass with, as you'd guess, more wine. DJ shrugged, reaching for a pathetic plastic cup, largely contrasting with Commander's elegant glass.