Hoose and Gorse (slightly slow updates sorry ;u;)

Gorse's Birthday

"eeeeEEEEEEEEE- EEEEEEE- EEEEEEE" Gorse's alarm clock screeched. Gorse slowly sat up and looked to the screeching box and turned it off. "hmmmhHhn- sTupId- bOx-" Gorse grumbled. The time was 7:00, and a warm light filtered through the blinds. What a nice day! Hoose noticed that Gorse was awake, and ran towards him. "TACKLE HUG!" he hugged Gorse and kissed him on the cheek "happy birthday!". Gorse jumped a bit in surprise, but then quickly settled down. "Hhnn?? Wh-" he stretched back and looked to his calendar. "Oh, it is my birthday. The very day I was born upon this cursed land.. Nnh-" Gorse yawned. "Well, it's your day, how do you want to spend it?" Hoose got off Gorse. "Oh yeah! I made some breakfast for you, it's your favorite, Pop Tarts with cheese!" Hoose was hyped, and not from drugs, what a rare occurrence! "Wait- wh- really? Wait- hold on- how did you not burn down the house-" Gorse asked, a bit worried for the apartment's well being. "Wait...I was supposed to burn down the place? Oh no.... I did the whole thing wrong oh no-" Hoose started to panic. "... Hoose-..... You did just fine- i'm just surprised you didn't burn everything down- please calm down- hnnNn" Hoose's panicking only made Gorse panic, making him resort to his mighty animal instincts. "Anyway, come on, go over to the kitchen, breakfast is ready!" they dragged Gorse to the kitchen. "hnnnNnnGg- it's so briGHt-" Gorsed winced at the living room lights. He flopped over on the couch before Hoose could stop him. "Wh- hey! Gorse c'mon, do you want your breakfast or not" Hoose honked. "AlrIGht...fINe" Gorse honked back as he stuffed his face with cheese filled Pop Tarts. "ThESe ARe goOd" he muffled through his face stuffed with food. Gorse then grabbed a few more poptarts, and ran back to the couch, leaving only three for Hoose. Hoose complained in his head, but ate and sat down next to Gorse on their couch. "Thanks for the breakfast, sweetheart!" Gorse giggled. "Oh, no problem- haha" Hoose blushed a bit. "Well... what do you want to do?" Hoose smiled at Gorse. "Uh..." Gorse thought for a moment. "A new bar just opened down the street, and i'm turning 21 today- sooo.." "To the bar it is!" they looked a bit too excited at the idea of alcohol. The two took the car and headed to the bar, where Hoose was disturbingly familiar with the bartender. "Hm? Oh Hoose! Welcome back. Who's that you got with ya?" Hoose and Gorse sat down at the bar before the smaller replies, "oh, this is Gorse! He turned 21 today." "oh- uh- hello-" Gorse mumbled.  "We have some pretty magical drinks in here" he pointed to the list of drinks, varying from slightly alcoholic to sudden death. Gorse noticed many drinks with mayo in them, he started to get excited. "Hoose- oh my gosh- look!" Gorse pointed to the menu, directly at "the smokers cough" dun dun dunn. "Oh, a bold choice, Gorse. One Smoker's Cough comin' right up" the bartender did some magical hand movements with cups, alcohol and ice, and soon enough he had a shot glass in front of him. Gorse's eyes lit up upon looking into this uh- concoction. "Alright... on the count of three, one...two...THREE!" Hoose shouted as Gorse downed the drink. As soon as the drink went down, Gorse placed the glass onto the counter. "whew! Now that's what i'm talking about- haha-" Gorse giggled. "Here's to your first shot, and to many more!" Hoose honked excitedly. After a few minutes, things started to blur for Gorse. "HeyYYYy...NeVer NOticED How PRetty YoU WEre" Gorse put an arm over Hoose's shoulders. Oh boy what have i gotten myself into- Hoose thought to himself. Gorse opens his mouth to speak again, but the only thing that comes out is a hiccup. "WaiT...GO AWAY I HAVE A BOYFRIEND" Gorse honks at Hoose. "B-babe..we've been dating for the past 3 weeks" Hoose got flustered. Gorse sat up, and looked down at hoose. "w-waiT... ReAlLy?? I dOn'T e-" before Gorse could finish his sentence, he fell back out of the bar stool and hit the floor.  "Oh no...i should get you home" Hoose dragged a drunk Gorse out of the bar. "waiT nOoooO- thIS Is mY hOmE nOwWwWw-" Gorse honked in protest, to which Hoose only sighed in reply.

The next morning, Gorse awoke to the feeling of wanting to throw up, which he sped to the bathroom. Hoose, who was sitting in the living room, watched Gorse run past. "Oh- oh no- Gorse?" he honked worriedly. "hNNNnnGgg- I can't- taLK RiGhT NOW-" Gorse replied. A few hours later, Gorse finally came back. "Oh, you're done now" Hoose looked over at a dazed Gorse. Gorse jumped and ran towards the bathroom "Well i guess not". Again, after another hour or so, Gorse wabbled back down the hall. "Ok, now are you ok?" Hoose asked. "Hnng..... N-..nope-... Brought a b-bucket this time... hNcK-" and with that, he stumbled over to the kitchen table, dropped the bucket at his feet, sat down, and put his head on the table. "Oh, um...i can make you something" Hoose awkwardly smiled at Gorse. "MAyO hhhnnnNNNNGGGG" he hurled for the 9th time today. Dang, he is really messed up from that drink. "Oh uH Ok-" Hoose squawked. He got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen, only to behold a terrible sight! They were out of mayonnaise. Well heck.