A S T A T I C [s.hitoshi & k.denki]

fifteen

Was Denki drunk? Yes, and he was proud that he was on his 9th shot and Shinsou was barely swallowing his 5th. The blonde playfully punched the taller's shoulder.

"Aw he can't handle it?" Denki's lips curled as the purple-haired boy let out a half-assed snarl, snatching another glass and dangerously letting it sink down his throat.

"Wooo! Go Kami!" Mina's voice drowned out somewhere in the crowd, the announcement that there was a 20 shot challenge? Who wouldn't wanna see some alcohol poisoning?

"I can't believe was a just peer pressured by an idiot." Denki downed another, the acidic taste twisting his head ever so slowly.

Now it was survival of the fittest, Denki may know how alcohol tastes; it doesn't mean he knows how to handle it. It also doesn't help that on his 13th shot, he felt delirious and hot. His eyes shot around, a hand reaching into his collar in an attempt to calm himself down.

Hitoshi's eyes strained as he finished his 12th glass, his head really began to ache; the music bounced off the walls and swam into his ears, people screaming and laughing made him want to drown it out but he couldn't.

"Can we just stop you idio-" his voice got caught in his throat, setting down another glass with a slow grip.

When did Kaminari get so pretty? Suddenly Hitoshi finished his 19th shot.

Gold eyelashes fluttered, cheeks rosy from an energetic night, sweater hanging off his shoulder as he lazily sipped from whatever number shot he had now.

With a lazy flicker of the eyes, Hitoshi's breath hitched when indigo met gold once again. Kaminari's 20th glass hit the table, a dazed smile on his lips before Hitoshi was hypnotized.

"Wanna dance?"