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Kageyama notices his eyes from across the room; bright tangerine irises contrasting black pupils. Hinata had targeted his prey.
Pushing aside Tanaka to make his way towards Kageyama, Hinata seems to sway with the soft music flowing out of the speakers that Nishinoya set up all across the house. Tanaka makes a sour face, calling after the sophomore to ‘Respect his elders, godamnit!’ but Hinata ignores the upperclassman in favor of eyeing Kageyama.
Kageyama seems to be in a trance; his gaze follows Hinata as he grabs two cups, a bottle of Smirnoff, half a bottle of Stolichnaya, and a can of coke, making his way over to the couch where Kageyama sits. Hinata sits down, setting the bottles and cups down with practiced ease.
“So,” Hinata starts as he nestles his chin into his palm, “You take it straight or mixed?”
Kageyama stares at him in confusion. What? What does that even mean? Is he speaking in terms of sexuality? In that case, he definitely doesn’t take it straight, but Hinata doesn’t need to know that.
“I’m straight, obviously.”
“. . .”
Hinata bursts out laughing, hunching over and smacking his gut.
“Oh my god, Kageyama,” He pauses to wipe away the tears forming at the outer corners of his eyes. “That’s not what I was asking. . . Good to know, though. That can always be changed later. Don’t tell me you’ve never drank before?”
‘That can always be changed later.’ Kageyama stares at his partner, wondering where all that confidence came from. It seemed that if you added alcohol to a total dweeb, he turns into a self-confidant dweeb who still comes on way too strong. On another topic, Kageyama hadn’t drank anything alcohol in his life, save for sips of expensive (disgusting) wine at dinner parties, but again, Hinata doesn’t need to know that.
“Of course I’ve drank before. I’ve had a few bottles of liquor in my lifetime and an entire bottle of Jägermeister.” Hinata pulls a face, and Kageyama frantically improvises his improvisation. “But, of course, I didn’t like it much. I’m more of a beer person, actually-“
“Kageyama,” Hinata cuts into his long winded sentence with a soft laugh. “You’re sixteen years old, Kageyama, it’s impossible for you to drink that much, and an ENTIRE bottle of Jägermeister?! That’s insane, that shits horrible, and you’d die on spot. You know,” His eyes crinkle in amusement, and Kageyama feels the thumping of his heart in his chest. “You don’t have to make things up around me. I thought we were past that stage in our friendship. But, y’know, I don’t hold it against you. Actually! I’m glad that your first times with me.”
Finding a million innuendos in the last phrase, Kageyama nods hesitantly and agrees to leave himself in the care of his red headed companion.
“Yeah okay, idiot, just give me whatever.”
At that, Hinata adopts a scary smile on his face, and Kageyama regrets his decision immediately. He reaches for the bottle of Smirnoff and opens it, pouring an entire cup, filled to the brim. Kageyama blinks nervously, was that for him? Impossible, right? His doubts vanish as Hinata pours a little into the other cup, and then fills the rest with Fanta. He hands it to Kageyama, taking the other cup, reclining into the supple leather. He then proceeds to chug at least half of the cup. What the fuck. Wasn’t that extremely dangerous? Kageyama decides to speak up, sipping carefully from his red plastic cup as well.
“Um, Hinata, I’m not sure how to say this, but isn’t that bad for you?” Not that Kageyama was one to talk, but he was relatively sure that vodka was a drink to sip, not chug like an eight fluid ounce Gatorade bottle after a particularly difficult volleyball practice or game.
“Whaaaat? Noo,” Hinata sighs, and he thinks to himself, I’m way too sober for this shit. “I’m a total heavy weight Kageyama, and it’s the most annoying thing ever. Like, do you know how much I have to drink to actually get drunk? Or even buzzed?! Light weights are so lucky, they take a couple sips and then go out and have fun; here I am chugging like ten thousand cups of the hardest alcohol there is, just to get half of the pleasure of the others!! It’s not fair…”
He pouts, and Kageyama is not sure what to make of the situation. He takes small sips from his solo cup, watching the other by with vague curiosity as he downs the rest of the cup in one go, shuddering like he just swallowed a running vibrator. Hinata puts his hand in front of his mouth and leans forward, closing his eyes. Kageyama freezes, knowing exactly what happens next, he’s seen too many dumb teenage parties depicted in movies not to. He braces himself, but the onslaught never comes, and when he opens his eyes, Hinata is there, grinning like an idiot.
“You thought I was gonna throw up, huuuuh?”
“…Of course I did you idiot, what happened?”
Hinata shrugs, “I dunno… It happens a lot with Smirnoff, not sure why.”
He grabs the bottle of Stolichnaya and raises it to his lips, taking a small sip with a pained expression. He almost spits it right back out, but chooses to swallow it instead, throat and eyes burning with the heat of a thousand hells. Once Hinata recovers from the stronger vodka, he sits on his knees, jumping around excitedly.
“C’mon, Kage, drink up! Or I’ll make you…”
Kageyama obediently downs the rest of the cup, grimacing at the metallic aftertaste. Hinata is still not impressed, chanting ‘More! More!’ as he fills Kageyama’s cup up halfway with Smirnoff. Ugh, he thinks, he’s already kinda lightheaded and he doesn’t really want to drink any more. When he states this to Hinata, he rolls his eyes and exclaims “You’re just buzzed, c’moonnn don’t be such a drag Tobio, you gotta get past that stage to get to the good stuff!”
Kageyama vaguely wonders what the ‘good stuff’ is as he chugs the rest down, making a huge effort to not spit it out right then and there.