We in the limo drunk

[mo_cara]

WHO: Gamzee Makara and Eridan Ampora
TONE: Goofy and drunk
RATING: R for language and teenage boy makeouts
WHEN: Easter hols
WHERE: Gamzee's house
WHAT: Teenage boys hanging out and being dorks and also getting drunk off Gamzee's dad's liquor
STATUS: Ongoing


Gamzee had been pretty excited the entire way home with Eridan. No one ever really came to his house to visit, let alone stay for a whole holiday. Once they'd gotten off the train in London, there had been a long bus ride to Wales, in which the taller Slytherin had happily shown Eridan all his Muggle stuff that wouldn't work at Hogwarts, especially his CD player, and then promptly tried to make the other boy listen to as much ICP as he'd tolerate. It was the happiest the strange boy had been in awhile - everything was so weird with Karkat and Tavros, but Eridan was pretty straightforward. Confusing, sometimes, because Gamzee didn't know what he was talking about, but pretty easy to read, and a good friend.

His da picked them up at the bus station, and turned out to basically look like a miniature, old Gamzee who cut his hair and never smiled. His son had about five inches on him, but they had the same long face, same long nose and dark hair, same oddly loose limbed stance. The man was very polite to Eridan, but also very solemn, and Gamzee made an initial effort to tell his da about school, what they had done, all of that, but eventually lapsed into silence. It wasn't that Mr. Makara wasn't listening, he just ... never said much of anything back. Only nodded.

He was out of the house most of the time the boys were there, 'working', Gamzee said. He was a fisherman, and seemed uncomfortable around his own son, like he was never really sure what to do with him. The Slytherins were left to their own devices most times, except for supper most nights, and forbade from going down to the sea - the Makaras lived in a modest house overlooking the gray ocean. Which meant, of course, one night when Mr. Makara wasn't going to be back until morning, Gamzee immediately got into the liquor in the kitchen and suggested they go down to the beach, even though it was already dark.

"It's kind of motherfuckin' cold, but you can borrow a coat, bro!" he said enthusiastically, as he poured a generous slug of bourbon into a glass.

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[mo_cara]

"Sure thing, bro," Gamzee agreed cheerfully, and apparently oblivious to Eridan's spluttering (or kindly ignoring it), he led the two of them outside, and to the little rocky path that lead down to the beach. It was actually a nice stretch of coast, and while there were a lot of rocks here and there, they made for good seats. The tide was mostly out, though slowly starting to make its way back in and not far from where the path emerged from the scrubby bushes was a firepit that had obviously been used not too long ago.

[yerawwizarderi]

It wasn't like Greece, where the beaches were nothing but white sand and sparkling blue water. The rocks were new, and Eridan climbed over them as they proceeded down to the water, looking around for pools or anything to play in. Down here, he seemed much less tense, much more animated and eager, already starting to strip off his coat and his shirt and dump them on the sand to go out into the water.

"Not bad," he admitted.

[mo_cara]

Because of the rocks, there were multiple little tide pools, thick with limpets and crawling with tiny crabs. Gamzee marched over to one immediately, overturned one of the rocks onto the sand, and scooped up a couple of the bitty things, watching with delight as they crawled over his long fingers in a bid to escape. He glanced over at Eridan, stripping off his coat and shirt in the brisk spring breeze, and smiled to himself, toeing off his own shoes.

"Yeah, it's pretty motherfuckin' chill down here."

[yerawwizarderi]

Despite himself Eridan shivered in the wind, just briefly, before he started fumbling with the button of his pants. The bourbon had hit him harder than he'd thought it would (being small, and thirteen, and naturally a light weight for strong alcohol), and it made him clumsier, less careful with himself and the self-conscious way he might normally carry himself. He just shoved them right down his hips and kicked them off, boxers and all.

"And there's no one who's goin' to see if I go swimmin', right?"

[mo_cara]

"Just me," Gamzee agreed, and his eyes swept up and down Eridan's naked body with lazy interest, before he took another pull on the bourbon bottle, then shoved the bottom down in the sand to keep it upright. He pulled his own coat off and his shirt over his head - apparently they were going swimming! Which he wasn't supposed to do, his da was always warning him off doing it, but if Eridan was going to get in, he could hardly let his friend go alone, could he?

[yerawwizarderi]

Eridan was always going to go swimming. He and Fef had practically grown up in the ocean, together, and he missed it when he was at school in ways he couldn't quite say. It was frustrating to be so landlocked, without any water but the lack, which was fresh, not salt, and not even remotely the same without tides. And so he just ran right into the water, not even waiting for Gamzee to catch up to him as he splashed right into the waves, and dove under.