doublejimers

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[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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[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?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

She's fine. Souji keeps n' eye out on 'er, too.

[He's not quite out, but his eyes are closed, and he's quickly starting to become dead weight. There's always something comfortable about Adachi, too, when he gets like this - even if Adachi's intentions with the drunk man are never good. (Well, it's not like he actually minds, with the relationship they're in and all.)]

Think she's happier. No work n' all. More time with her.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Wh-whoa there! Dojima-san, watch it!

[That dead weight begins to slide off his shoulder, because let's face it, there isn't a lot of real estate there to begin with. Adachi has to lean back on his seat and nearly wrap both arms around him to keep him from sliding off. He throws a helpless look at the other Dojima, pleading.]

Sir, we've really got to get going. Can you help me carry ...uh, yourself back to the car? He's kind of heavy.

[A pause. Adachi looks up in slight alarm.]

N-not that I'm calling you chubby or anything, sir! I mean, even if you're racking up on the years you haven't got that old man beer belly yet! Tip-top condition, really!

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Mnn. Yeah, I can help ya out.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Adachi... stop putting sugar in th' coffee...

[Dojima laughs, his head lolling onto his double's shoulder now. Maybe the other Dojima hadn't noticed, or maybe he had, but now it would seem abundantly obvious - this Dojima is a lot more lighthearted than him. (Might be too drunk to notice by now.)]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[...Camera...camera...

Adachi shakes his head as if to clear it, smiling back in good humor (but he's always been better about that than Dojima).]

Yes sir, no sugar, roger.

[Whispering to the other Dojima over the fallen one's head (not that he needs to, since it's audible anyway).]

Thanks, Dojima-san. You're a real lifesaver.

[If the alcohol won't do him in, then the combination of the alcohol and the lull of the car ride (especially if he takes a few more turns around the block) definitely will, even if it's in as flashy a car as the one pulled up in front of the bar. The vehicle has to be another one of those things that Adachi Can't Usually Afford On His Salary, but thankfully, it's not one of the luxury models at least (the roar of a Ferrari's engine isn't going to do any lulling to sleep). Fishing in his pockets, Adachi digs out a key and presses a button to unlock it.]

Oof! This guy goes in the back seat.

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

He gone soft on' ya or somethn'?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Dojima flops onto the back seat with a muffled 'ow' as his head hits the opposite door's handle, grumbling something and burying his face in the leather. Not comfortable, but his senses are pretty dulled right now.]

Y'better not floor it.

[Conscious enough to know how Adachi is with driving, apparently.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi gives a nervous laugh in response to that, and though the other Dojima can't see it, the roll of his eyes as he tucks Dojima's arms and legs onto the seat is almost fond.]

If there ain't any work, then there's nothing you can get on my case about, right?

[He stands back up, but not without bumping the back of his head into the car door frame, eliciting a customary wince and a scrunch of his shoulders. Typical Adachi. He circles around and gets into the driver's seat with a sheepish grin.]

Or something like that.

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

You 'ven know where my place is..?



Ain't too far down from here I'm 'membering right

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

'Course I do, Dojima-san. I'm your partner.

[detectivedad.livejournal.com]

Mn.