doublejimers

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[What a rough week.

Not that any week in Infinity is rough, given the lack of work, but sometimes those events take a lot out of a guy. Like those zombies, or swapping bodies, or countless other things that shouldn't be possible. It's not unusual for Dojima to hit up the bar, anyway - even if he is alone. There's nothing like a cool, soothing beer in the summer, too. Dojima finds himself easing already, bottle in hand, simply sitting at the bar and watching soccer. He was never much for sports (maybe a bit of baseball), but it's more entertaining to watch than he thought, especially with all the others in the place getting into it themselves. Not a bad atmosphere at all. He's still more subdued, though, what with being by himself. Oh well, still fun to watch.]

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[Dojima states it low enough where the other him doesn't hear, with a none too kind, none too composed glare. (The edges of his cheeks are still tinted.)]

I know what you meant.

[Then he turns back to the TV screen, speaking loud enough for both the men to hear now.]

Nothin'. Don't worry about it.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Just in the nick of time again, a roar comes from the television. Adachi grabs the nearest beer and raises it to the screen, joining in the ruckus.]

Whoaaa! Did you see that one!

[Of course they hadn't - the Dojimas had been busy misconstruing his innocent wondering.]

That one just blasted right through their defense and everything! Man, I really don't know what you guys are talking about - this game is great!

[Sure it is, Adachi. Just not the soccer game.]

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Missed the goal.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

You missed it? It was pretty good.

[Dojima takes his beer back from Adachi again, taking a drink, forgetting Adachi's teasing in favor of getting hyped over that goal. That beer has gotta be catching up pretty soon, too.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Because that's just what they need - for Dojima to get in his...tipsy mode in front of another Dojima. Perfect. Letting the beer slip out of his hand easily, Adachi jabs a finger up at the screen.]

Are you rooting for the same team too? Or playing for different sides?

[Of course he knows the innuendo won't get through. That's the fun of it, really.]

Maybe you guys are just general sports people. Play for both.

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Huh,

I’m just rooting for whoever’s winning, I guess.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[He half-shrugs. This time when Dojima signals for another beer, he passes it to Adachi.]

It's just fun to watch.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Taking it, Adachi takes a big gulp, downing nearly half of it with a small fake flinch. Social customs, and all that - a guy had to down a few with coworkers to get some respect around here, even if there wasn't much to be collected from this particular person at this particular time.]

Yeah, whoever's winning...guess that's pretty safe, but...what can you do in a situation like this? I mean, they're both playing pretty badly right now - the score's zilch to nada. Whoooa, that one, right there, way off the marker, huh, sir? Goalie could've just stood still and not lifted a finger and it would've sailed right past the net.

[While he's rambling harmlessly, though, one hand is drifting. It begins simply enough - a hand on his Dojima's knee, but as it has a tendency to do, considering its owner, it begins to wander. Under the counter, and with the game being as riveting as it was, it'd be hard for anyone to tell. Except the victim, of course.]

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

These game are always like that, aren’t they? Low scoring and all, I mean.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Dojima doesn't answer, having to catch himself before he makes an outburst about the hand gradually sliding up his leg. His hands falls on top of the Adachi's, plucking it off his lap, fingers of his other hand tightening a bit too much over his own can, crinkling it up just slightly.]

Er... Yeah, I think so.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Gotta have some excitement in there.

[Speaking of excitement, before either of them can finish their beers and order more of that light fare, he raises a hand and orders something much better, rattling off the order so fluidly that it makes one wonder if he's used to relaying a series of similar orders before, perhaps back where he worked in the city with the head honchos.

The ice clinks in their glasses as a series of small glass cups filled three-quarters of the way with different-colored liquids is slid towards them. They range from clear, like water, to deep, rustic colors. Adachi slides a few of them over to either side, and to keep things from getting suspicious, keeps a few for himself.]

You guys should try these. The big wigs in the city always used to order 'em. Heard they make every game ten times more interesting. It sure makes you glad all the joints are free around here, though. Usually, I can't even afford these on my salary!

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

This is…



You like this kinda stuff? I always thought you were pretty weak to alcohol.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Sliding one his way, Dojima just sighs, glancing sideways at Adachi. He can't clear that up to his other self.]

Y'know Adachi. Always a sucker for free stuff.

[Well, that much is true. Dojima can't count on two hands how often Adachi has dragged him along to get sea urchin. Anyway, Dojima is still pretty iffy about this drink. He turns it around in his fingers, suspicious. Not that Adachi could've laced it or anything, but it's certainly odd for him to order something like this, especially when two of them are probably approaching their limit.]

Anything this hard will make anything interesting, Adachi.

[Dojima must be tipsy enough to disregard it though, considering he downs it anyway.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi shoots a quick smirk to his left, the kind that seems to say, Oh you know me so well now don't you, in that characteristic, sardonic tone, no doubt, before turning back to the glass in his hand. By random draw, it's a glass of rum, a gold-brown in color and seemingly appetizing.]

To tell you the truth, I haven't had enough to know if I like it or not. Like I said, couldn't really afford it on my pay.

[He takes a sip, face twisting.]

Euch. This one's sweet! Yours any better?

[Keep talking, he thinks. The more he talks, the less time they have to think about refusing.]

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Little on the strong side,



But it’s not bad. Not too cheap tasting, at least.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Wait a second, even this Dojima thought Adachi liked sweet things. (Probably putting up a front, that big talker.) He answers after he recovers from the burning sensation down his throat, dulled a bit by having drank already.]

Just vodka. Not bad, but a little strong.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Sloshing it around in his cup, Adachi shrugs and drinks the rest of the rum with surprising ease for someone who apparently doesn't like it.]

Well, can't waste it if it's expensive.

[(It's an Asian thing.) He lets out a small burp and reaches for the next one, already pulling at his collar to fake the heated flush that comes with drinking, puffing up his cheeks and blowing out air.]

Kind of stuffy in here...what's this one?

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Looks like whiskey...



Sure you're ok drinking all that?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Less of a lightweight than you think, Dojima. Running a hand over his face, Dojima has to gather up his wits before taking another. He probably shouldn't have this, with his body already tingling a bit, and vision blurring at the edges. A hand smacks Adachi on the back, meaning well, even if it's a bit harder than he meant to do it.]

Dun' worry. He can take it. Gotta catch up with us, huh?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[It gives him a good excuse to pretend to cough, taking the cup away from his mouth as the other two empty theirs, in some imaginary fit of coughing. By the time he settles down, he barely has even touched his second cup.]

I don't know sir...this stuff is a little...

[Yawwwn.]

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Yeah? A lil’ what..?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Dojima grits his teeth. There's no way Adachi is drunk, or even tipsy, and only this Dojima seems to know that. However... his mind is a bit muddled to get that across, and it'll start to look suspicious to the other him. It's kind of strange, trying to hide things from himself - but now isn't a good time to tell him. Instead, he just laughs, a hand landing on Adachi's shoulder.]

Quit messin' with him. He doe'nt know better.

[He says it low enough to where the other him doesn't hear, plopping his forehead down against the back of his palm, on Adachi's shoulder, still chuckling. Looks like he hit his limit.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Jackpot. Adachi looks down at the back of Dojima's head with a small smile, and judging from the eloquence in the other Dojima's speech, he isn't far behind. He sets down his second, untouched glass with a neat little clink, one hand on the toppled Dojima's arm to keep him from sliding off, and grins lopsidedly at the one still standing (but not for long).]

Looks like we're all pretty knackered, huh? Better get you guys home before Nanako-chan starts to worry again.

[Because that's the trump card, the be-all, end-all as far as Dojima is concerned. There are no wiser words. Adachi even manages a bit of a slur of his own, stressing the 'worry', leaning back against the other Dojima's weight.]

C'mon. I can drop you off, sir. It's on the way - least I could do for the drinks.

[It's close enough to conversation in similar circumstances back in Inaba that maybe if he's lucky, this Dojima won't even notice the difference and just go along with it (or so he hopes).]

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Nanako, huh..?



Haven’t seen her in awhile. How’s she doing?