Drunk? Who, me? (Arthur)

[Ivan Braginski]

Ivan sat against the wall of the gym, three bottles of vodka sitting around him as he sipped from one. He would have to thank his provider for remembering to give him the good alcohol this time. It seemed that he remembered the lesson Ivan had had to give him last time after receiving the worse brand last time. He sighed in content as he leaned against the wall, loosening his scarf slightly as he relaxed.

He took another gulp of vodka, glad that nobody had ever come across his hiding spot behind the gym, surrounded by trees, with only a small opening leading to the courtyard, but so far nobody had noticed Ivan slipping out there every so often, and not leaving for hours. He let his eyes close as the alcohol really started to take affect as he took yet another gulp of it, not realizing that he had already emptied half of the bottle.

He started to hum a random tune that he couldn't remember from where he had heard it. He smiled idly as he looked up at the clear blue sky, glad that he was done classes for the week, and wouldn't have to deal with any annoying students until Monday now, unless he accidentally ran into them, but most of them knew better then to talk to Ivan if they knew he didn't like them, or if he looked like he was in a bad mood.

He let out another sigh of contentment as he took another swig of vodka, allowing the strong alcohol to relax him, and begin to make everything fuzzy and muffled.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Unlike most students, Arthur absolutely despised Fridays. Of course, he adored the fact that Saturday was the next day, which mean no classes. However, the students were rowdy on Fridays, but particularly extremely rowdy on this Friday. It wasn't necessarily that he hated most of the students, it was just that Arthur hated the fact that most of them were immature in his opinion. So, as one can imagine, Arthur wasn't exactly the most chipper person on campus.

Though, despite the fact that Arthur tried his very best not to be rude to women, he happened to lash out at two girls during his last class of the day. Truly, he didn't mean to, but they were bothering him with their nonsensical discussion of boys and then their rant about other girls. He couldn't help but scream and swear since one girl sat to his left and the other on his right, which made him literally in the middle of the conversation.

He angrily walked around the courtyard, trying to calm his nerves down, but out of the corner of his eye, Arthur saw the two girls in the middle of courtyard. Slightly embarrassed by his actions earlier, Arthur slipped into a small inconspicuous opening, which led him behind the gym.

Walking along the path, the Englishman heard humming that wasn't that far away. He quickly hid behind the corner and slowly peeked his head out. To his surprise, he saw Ivan sitting and drinking. Judging by the smell that filled Arthur's nose, it was an alcohol of sorts.

Alcohol. Arthur hadn't drank any of sort of for what seemed to be like forever. Thus causing a plan to hatch in Arthur's mind. He figured if Ivan was indeed drunk enough, Arthur would be able to have a bit of the drink himself.

Taking a deep breath, he approached the Russian. With a smirk on his face, he said, "Well, hello Ivan. What a peculiar coincidence, hm?"

[Ivan Braginski]

Ivan was extremely surprised by Arthur showing up out of what seemed like nowhere to Ivan's now very tipsy mind, which was going to be much more intoxicated soon enough he was sure of it. He blinked at the Englishman an few times as his mind processed what he had just said. It took him a few minutes to form a reply with the almost full bottle of vodka he had consumed now.

"I do not think that it is that much of a coincidence Arthur." He said slowly, taking care to not slur his words as he spoke. He began to hum again as he took another gulp of vodka, pouting when he noticed that this bottle was almost empty.

He let out a sigh and looked up at Arthur with a raised eyebrow, looking a lot more sober then he actually was. "What do you want anyways?" He asked with a bit of curiosity, although he did also wonder just how Arthur had found his secret-ish clearing, which as far as Ivan knew, had never been visited by anyone but himself when he wanted to drink his alcohol in the great outdoors.

Ivan let out a slight chuckle as he realized that if he were sober he would have almost immediately threatened Arthur to make sure that he left Ivan alone to drink in peace like he normally did, but right now, his much tipsier then normal mind, just didn't give a shit as he waited for Arthur to give him an answer to his question, idly taking another gulp of vodka as he waited.

[Arthur Kirkland]

"Oh, but it is a coincidence, Ivan!" Arthur almost laughed aloud from listening to the Russian speak. It was painfully obvious that Ivan wasn't trying to slur his words.

He frowned as he tried to think of a legitimate reason for Ivan to share the alcohol with him. Arthur figured that there was certainly one way to go about it, but he felt a bit childish even thinking of saying it. Still, the smell of alcohol seemed to convince him to say it.

Still smirking, Arthur laughed, "I want you to share your alcohol with me; that's what I want!" He grinned, "If you don't give me any, I'll tell the principal that you have alcohol on campus. Pft. And to make sure you can never be here alone again, I'll tell everyone about it and invite all my friends to hang out here!"

With the last statement, Arthur's frown returned. If Ivan didn't agree to his terms, that meant he was going to have to find himself some friends and that certainly was going to be a difficult task since he disliked almost everyone.

Trying to keep his cool, he said, "Well, are you going to share with me or not?"

[Ivan Braginski]

Ivan made a face as Arthur mentioned taking away the privacy of his usual drinking place. He took another swig of vodka as he thought, before patting the spot on the ground next to him.

"Take a seat then Artur." He said, accidentally slipping up and using the Russian variant of the other teenager's name, although it sounded close enough to the English version so it wasn't that big of a deal his now rather drunk mind thought.

He had to open the second bottle of vodka though, taking a large gulp before reluctantly handing it over to Arthur, since he was now expected to share his alcohol in order to not get in more trouble then was necessary at a school like this. He let out a sigh, closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall, completely untying his scarf and letting it hang loose as he let his drunk mind wander around, not focusing on anything in particular as he looked around, only taking in their surroundings a little in his now intoxicated state.

He looked over at the Brit, wondering just what had given him the courage to make a deal with him, with fucking Ivan Braginski, about his alcohol, that he got secretly delivered to him every week, but his very trusty supplier. He found that he didn't mind that much though, actually kind of glad to see that someone had finally gotten enough guts to approach him without wanting to attempt to beat him up.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Doing as the other told him, Arthur took a seat next to Ivan. Truly, Arthur was a bit nervous to be around him considering that he knew only an extent of what the Russian was capable of and he didn't exactly know how much Ivan had drank before he came. Still, he tried to relax despite the thoughts of his death that kept entering his brain.

With a genuine smile, Arthur took the bottle and took a long, drawn out sip. As soon as he felt his throat burn, Arthur knew it was vodka. Really, he was surprised that the thought of it being vodka hadn't occurred to him earlier. Arthur almost said that is was stereotypical, but the thought of Ivan beating him to a pulp for a stupid comment.

Though, as grateful as he was for the vodka, Arthur longed for the taste of rum. But, he took another sip, content with the fact that he was drinking alcohol. After all, Arthur had to be thankful that he actually was able to drink alcohol at a school where it was prohibited.

He reluctantly handed it back to Ivan, reminding himself that he needed to share. Arthur let out a sigh of content, "Soooo, wherever you get the vodka from... do they have rum as well?" The thought of having a bottle of rum in his hand was intoxicating... just as intoxicating as the vodka he just drank.

[Ivan Braginski]

Ivan let out a chuckle as he took the bottle of vodka back from Arthur, taking a gulp from it as he listened to the Englishman speak, swirling the clear alcohol around in the bottle as he took in the other's words.

"Soooo, wherever you get the vodka from... do they have rum as well?"

Ivan let out another laugh, as he nodded and took another drink of vodka, before clapping Arthur on the shoulder, making sure not to hurt him by accident even in his intoxicated state.

"Artur, my supplier is capable of getting anything, and I mean anything. From any type of alcohol, to sunflowers, to an authentic Egyptian mummy." He told the Englishman, laughing more as he spoke, even though it was the complete truth. His laughing faded out, and he leaned back against the not so comfortable wall, smiling softly up at the clear, blue sky. He wished that the weather was this nice more often, but it was usually much less nice out, especially since none of their outdoor classes were very nice, so many of the students had a bit of a grudging respect, and deep-founded hatred for the weather and nature after a few months at this school.

He let out a soft sigh, taking another drink, before passing the bottle back to Arthur. "So, what exactly brought you out here?" He asked the Brit idly, honestly curious in that way that some drunk people got curious about almost absolutely everything. He got rather distracted though as a bright butterfly flew down into the clearing and landed on a flower, the bright colours keeping Ivan suitably distracted as he waited for Arthur's answer, until it flew off.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur was surprised at the fact Ivan knew someone that could get anything. Though, he was also slightly jealous that he didn't have any connections. Perhaps, now he would.

"Do you think... Maybe... You could hook me up with some rum?" Arthur asked innocently. The Englishman would be ecstatic if Ivan could get him some rum. In fact, Arthur's opinion of the Russian would change for the better. He definitely could look past all the violence.

He took the bottle from Ivan and took a swig. Truthfully, Arthur was a bit embarrassed as to how he stumbled upon Ivan's secret place. The Englishman took another sip and let out a heavy sigh. "Almost everyone here is a bloody idiot. I can't stand it when people are just... stupid! I guess that's how I ended up here..."

Once more, Arthur took a sip and then handed it back to Ivan. He did notice the butterfly the Russian happened to be staring at, but was in too much of a mood to even care.

"I mean, there are just so many people are either too stupid to function correctly or are full of themselves to the point where it's unbearable. I hate it!" The Englishman had to slurring his words now, there wasn't a doubt in his mind. Yet, he was far too upset to even care. Of course, the whole fact that he happened to let out some of his troubles was all because of the alcohol. Though, yet again, Arthur just didn't seem to care.

[Ivan Braginski]

Ivan kept his eyes focused on the butterfly, even as it flew in closer and made his eyes go crossed, as he continued to stare at the small, delicate little creature. He was snapped out of it by Arthur speaking again, looking over at the Englishman as he spoke. He smiled widely as his intoxicated mind took it's time to figure out what the Brit said, but was happy with what he heard.

"Da, of course I could get rum for you, and I would have to agree with you on the idiocy of most of the student body here, not many of them are likely to survive their first field mission." He said, shaking his head before taking another drink of vodka, wishing that they had smarter students here, who would actually pose more of a challenge in a fight then most of them did.

He let out a sigh, idly plucking a few blades of grass from the ground, tearing them up into tiny pieces, before tossing them thoughtlessly up in the air and watching as they drifted back to the earth, repeating the process without much, if any real effort. he then reached over and plucked a white fluffy dandelion from the ground, twirling it in his fingers a few times, before blowing the seeds off and out over the grass. He dropped the empty stem on the ground and took another swig of vodka, leaning back against the wall once more, fiddling with the ends of his scarf idly, as he once again looked up at the sky, seeming lost in thought, but his mind was blank, and everything was starting to go more then a little fuzzy thanks to the help of the strong alcohol he had been drinking for a bit now.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur let out a squeal of pure joy as he heard Ivan saying that he could get him some rum. That would definitely give the Englishman something to look forward to and would distract him from all the idiots.

It was right about now that the alcohol finally began to affect Arthur. He gave Ivan a dopey smile, "Thank ya' very much!"

But, something occurred to the Englishman, even in his semi-drunken state. Arthur was a bit confused as to why the Russian would be so kind as to go out of his way to get Arthur rum. If he were in Ivan's position, he'd keep all the alcohol for himself. Though, he'd end up drinking half of the stash one night and then the rest the next night.

As Ivan started to play around with the grass, Arthur took the bottle and chugged down a few more sips, no longer feeling the burn of the pure alcohol. He then lightly nudged Ivan, who was still fiddling around with the grass, "'ey, ...'eeeeey, you're just gon' te' to get the rum for me free of charge?" Arthur smirked, even though practically nothing but the thought of rum was running through his mind, "Or do ya want somethin' in return?"

[Ivan Braginski]

Ivan stared at Arthur for a few seconds after the question was posed, thinking it over. He had made deals with other students before to get them things such as alcohol and chocolate, although he had never been drunk himself while making the deal. He blinked, before responding to the other student.

"Nyet, you will owe me something for every bottle of rum I get for you, da? And whatever it is that I ask for, you must get or do for me, da?" He said, smirking as he continued to pluck the grass, still tearing it up into tiny pieces, but no longer throwing it up into the air, instead beginning to build a mound of grass. He took the bottle of vodka back and finished it off, letting it fall out of his hand and drop to the ground with a clunk.

Ivan then picked up the third bottle, twisting the cap off and taking a long chug of it, having passed 'moderately drunk' a while ago, he was now full into 'getting close to alcohol poisoning' level. He let out a chuckle, putting the bottle back on the ground as he continued to build up the pile of grass he was yanking out of the ground.

He hummed happily to himself as he kept plucking the grass, the amount of alcohol he had consumed in under an hour making his mood change every few minutes, but he stayed rather happy because of the alcohol making everything fuzzy and nice looking.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur frowned and sighed. He finished the rest of the bottle of vodka in his hand and set it down beside him. Arthur accidentally knocked it over once or twice, forgetting it was there. When he did it a third time, he just left it alone.

The Englishman wasn't completely sloshed yet even though his horrible Cockney accent was rearing its head, but it did understand to some extent what Ivan meant. He looked at Ivan innocently and said, "I thin' it's only fair if ya tell me wot ya want me ter do before you give me the bloody rum..."

He nudged Ivan once more, "Yer makin' it sound like I'll be yer bitch jus' for some rum". Though, in all actuality, Arthur was getting ready to agree on the deal with Ivan. He didn't seem to care if it would come back to bite him in the arse when he was sober; the only thing that mattered was getting his hands on some alcohol of his own.

Watching Ivan play with the grass made Arthur lay down in the grass because it just looked so comfy to him. Trying to be careful enough to not get in the Russian's space, he rolled around and made himself snug in the warm grass. A content smile appeared on his face as he lay in the sun.

Dizziness began to affect Arthur, making him feel extremely light-headed. He looked at Ivan, unable to make out most of his face, thus causing him to tilt his head and continue to stare at the Russian.

[Ivan Braginski]

Ivan continued to pluck at the grass and build his mound of it even higher. Idly reaching over to take another drink, or six, of the vodka, now sitting in a circle of dirt, as he had ripped up all of the grass around him, causing him to reach farther to get more grass to add to his ever growing pile.

He thought about what Arthur had said, trying to think of something, anything, in his drunk state that he could make the Englishman give to him in exchange for the rum. He frowned a little as he couldn't think of anything. He picked up a small handful of grass and sprinkled it over the now laying down Brit's face.

"I think.... that you are still going to have to wait until before I give you the rum for me to tell you what I want from you, da?" He said, chuckling a little as he kept dropping grass on the other drunk student.

He frowned a little as he saw how depleted his pile of grass had become. He reached around him to grab more grass to tear up and add to his pile, in order to get it big again. He on occasion accidentally sprinkled some more grass on Arthur as he plucked it and brought it back to his pile to tear up and drop. He kept on tearing up the grass, watching the grass fall onto the pile, and making it grow mesmerized in his drunk state.

[Arthur Kirkland]

The sun was shining in Arthur's face, but still seemed to provide some sort of warmth. Truly, it was rather nice to just be laying in the grass and relaxing. Well, sort of relaxing, despite the fact he was drinking. Then again, one could argue that drinking could relax one as well.

As the grass that Ivan sprinkled landed on Arthur's face, he scrunched his face and spat the pieces of grass that landed in his mouth. He groaned and spat out another piece of grass. The Englishman sneezed a few times and then rubbed his nose.

Arthur groaned once more, "Bloody hell, Ivan, that's not fair". He continued to spit out the grass. "You should at leas' give me some sort of hint so I can agree to the conditions er not." He let out a soft laugh, "After all, I dun think the sober me would appreciate the drunk me agreein' ter running 'round naked or somethin'".

He sat up, craving more vodka. Arthur reached over to Ivan and whined for more. Kneeling, he still continued to reach for the vodka and in his drunken stupor, he fell on top of Ivan. Nervously, Arthur still reached for the vodka and took a sip of it. The Englishman took another sip, not caring that he was still on the Russian. Though Arthur would never admit aloud or perhaps it was the alcohol getting to his brain, the other was quite comfortable in Arthur's opinion.

[Ivan Braginski]

Ivan looked over at Arthur and laughed as he watched the other student spit out the grass he had sprinkled on his face. He kept humming as he ripped up yet another patch of grass and added it to his ever growing pile. His pile was now actually at his knees as he sat crossed legged, still leaning back against the wall as he hummed his random tune. He took another drink of vodka, setting the bottle back down as he smiled dreamily up at the sky.

He shrugged a little. "If you do not want to agree to my terms, then I guess I do not have to get you your rum." He said, before letting out a small grunt as Arthur fell across his lap. He blinked, once, twice, five times, before looking down at the Englishman with a raised eyebrow, and a bemused expression.

"Comfortable there?" He asked with a chuckle, idly beginning to drop some of the grass in Arthur's hair now, since he was in the way of Ivan reaching over and dropping it into his pile of grass instead. That didn't stop him from reaching over and picking up more grass though, seeing as it was keeping him nice and distracted, as he continued to hum happily.

The Russian didn't really care about Arthur being in his lap, drunk as he was, he honestly barely even noticed that the English student was there, if it wasn't for the fact that there was obstructing his reach to his grass pile then he doubted that he would have even noticed Arthur was there.