whirled around to see two drunkards arguing. Rolling his eyes, he barked at them to beat it before he called the bouncer over to give them

the bum's rush. Piping down, the ossified morons stumbled out of the joint. Heaving another sigh, Gil stared blankly at the doors, watching

as more cats filed in. "All thanks to get damn Lovi," he smirked fondly, awaiting the brunet's arrival. It seemed like he wasn't the only

one getting the jitters for the sheik.

[For Lovi <33 o//u//o]

Of course, Lovino was just fucking around in the back. He liked seeing the crowd impatient, waiting for him. He liked having control over

the crowd. Tonight, he'd be playing a solo gig, his bandmates out of town for the night. Putting down his now-empty glass, he slipped onto

the stage in the back of the speakeasy, offering the crowd a sly smile before beginning to sing.

had his back turned as he heard the entire bar dry up. An elegant voice sang, lulling the patrons into a euphoric trance. 'And there he is,'

he grinned, eyes closing to lose himself in the silky voice.

He sung all the tunes he knew and then some, but even he could get tired, and the brunette eventually left the stage with promises to sing

even more the next time his group performed. Lovino sidled over to the bar, finding himself a seat and sliding onto it, careful not to allow

his dress to ride up.

'And here's my cue,' he internally chuckles at the routine he and the singer had setup. "And what can I get ya, doll?" he smirked, watching

as other barbarians fought over who would sit next to the dame.

He huffed softly, rolling his eyes at the commotion. It was pesky; they weren't much use except for some mild petting and a bit of an ego

boost, honestly. "Mm, something strong." Not that he hadn't already had a few *something strongs* already that night.

"Will do, dollface," he turned his back to the brunet, filling a clean glass with dark liquid before turning back around to- well, what do

ya know? Some poor ol' sap is tryin' to talk Lovi up. Smirking, he slid the drink to the singer.

"Don't call me that..." he intoned for what had to be the hundredth time, rolling his eyes-- eh? He blinked and glanced at the male that had

slid next to him, frowning a bit as the customer chatted him up. Looked like he'd need that drink more than he'd thought he would, sipping

it the second it arrived.

continued tending to the other patrons, all the while keeping an eye on the star. He felt his fingers twitch as the man slid just a tad too

close. Shaking his head to gather his bearings, Gil continued serving drinks, watering many of them down.

He wasn't even expecting it; he had allowed the man to continue his flirtings, giving back a little to appease him, and next thing he knew

he was being groped, eyes going wide and cheeks red.

slamming his towel down, he storms over to the pair. "Oi, don't take any wooden nickels. Just hush up and scat, take your drugstore cowboy

somewhere else before someone gets hurt," he threatened, forearms leaning on the wooden bar top. "Got it?"

Blushing as the disgruntled patron started to argue with Gilbert, he averted his gaze to the ground. Though it was sort of nice to be argued

over, listening to the conversation closely.

"Scram, ya drunk. You're a worthless struggle buggy, go take a hike before I get someone ta take ya for a ride," he growled, eyes narrowing.

After a few curses, the man finally left, Lovino looking pleased. "What, I can't look after m'self?" Didn't mean he wouldn't fuck with the

barkeep's head a bit.

kept his eyes narrowed, although the harshness was gone. "Then why didn't ya?" He snorted, wiping the bar down before serving another

watered drink.

He huffed, rolling his eyes. "Because my self-proclaimed savior jumped in before I could think." The Italian nursed his own drink, adjusting

his hat when it began impeding on his vision.

rolled his eyes and shook his head. "If I hadn't you'd be draggin him into the john by now. And besides, he wasn't that much of a looker

anywho." Gil excused himself again to tend to new patrons.

Lovino looked a bit offended by that comment. What was *that* supposed to mean? And to think, he'd planned on offering the damn albino a

reward. He slipped away from the bar when Gilbert drifted away, grumbling under his breath and irritated his buzz was gone.

collected the rubes on the wooden top before returning to- oh, now where the hell did dollface disappear off to? He really wished he could

go look but he was pulled back by a raunchy - and completely spifflicated man. "Put a sock in it and scat," he sighed, pushing the man

towards the door. Where on earth did Lovi go?

It figured that Gilbert would have pursued him. He'd had enough of being hit on by drunks that didn't know his true gender, and had tucked

away backstage, curling up in his favorite armchair and sipping at alcohol straight from the bottle.

...20 minutes pass and he had yet to see sign of his dollface. "Oi, take my shift, I'll be right back," he orders his coworker. He ventures

out onto the floor before weaving around the masses of people. "Dollface!" He called out, looking about. He hoped the saucy brunet hadn't

been taken home by another deadbeat. Again.

He yawned and sprawled out, content and completely unaware that he was being looked for. He picked up a book to read, but frowned when his

vision was too blurry to read the words, tossing it away with a huff.

heard a chanting begin and simmer amoungst the patrons. They were calling her out of sing an encore. 'Well, that solves my problem,' he

thought was he made his way back to the bar.

Lovino growled softly; the chanting was too loud not to hear it in the speakeasy. Just one song, to appease the crowd... He slipped onto the

stage, picking out the number he'd sing and starting it up.

[[Pronoun gender confusions are not appreciated 8|]]

[ifdgifg s-sorry ;n;]

[[Teasing ;w;]]

heaved a sigh or relief, which was quickly thwarted as he saw the other begin to sway and slur. Great, Lovi had too much to drink already.

He wasn't *that* drunk! Or at least, Lovino didn't think he was, but it was obvious that he was fairly corked. He finished the song, giving

a gleaming smile to the crowd at the applause, and stumbling off stage.

fought back the urge to run over to the brunet, seeing him stumble down the steps and saunter over to the bar. "'ello again dollface, no

more drinks for you tonight."

He growled softly at that, brows furrowing. "What, pissy 'cause the bank's closed? C'mon, I want another drink," the male whined inelegantly

at the bartender, eyes narrowed and pouting.

"Not in the slightest, *doll*" he purred, knowing that he abhorred the pet name. "But no one needs ya to be missin' again. Especially the

band." He handed the Italian a glass of water instead.

The glass of water was promptly tipped over, Lovino stomping a foot and whining harder. "I *mean* it!"

"You really gonna throw a fit right in the middle of the bar, doll? You're not 3 years olf ya know," he chuckled, wiping up the mess and

re-cleaning the glass.

Lovino growled and stormed off, clearly irritated with the German. Well, if he refused to serve him, then he'd just find another juice joint

that would probably be *more* than glad to serve him.

sighed, tossing his towel back in the bin and retiring for the day. He managed to locate the singer, several blocks from the joint. "Oi,

you've had enough for tonight," he kept a firm grip on the male's arm.

Lovino cursed and whined when Gil caught him, squirming in the hold. "What are you, my *mom*?" He rarely got this drunk...

"Someone's gotta look out for ya," he mumbled, leading the dame back to his car. "Don't need anymore bimbos to be trailin' after ya,"

he nearly hissed.

He whined and squirmed as Gilbert dragged him to the car, trying to escape. "It's n'ne of your beeswax!"

"It is my beeswax if ya go missin', you're the best thing our joint's got," he easily dodged the brunet's flailing limbs. "'Sides, you need

to stop bein' such an owl."

It took a bit, but somehow Gil managed to force him in the car. "I can do what I want. Y'don't *own* me!"

felt his blood *boil*. Of course he didn't own the dame, or else he wouldn't have the other being seen in such a revealing outfit. "Pipe

down," he mumbled, getting in the vehicle.

Lovino growled and kicked the vehicle dashboard, which was a bit painful in his heels and made the brunette wince. "I hate you! Pig! You

don't even know what fun is!"

rolled his eyes as the singer threw a fit in his seat. He put the car in drive and began zooming down the street. In no time, they rolled up

to Lovi's swanky house. "And here we are dollface, time ta go"

He pouted, refusing to get out of the car. He was stubborn normally, and being drunk didn't help it.

sighed. "Come on doll, do you want me to drag ya in?" He turned off the ignition. "Get a wiggle on, my breezer can't sit here all night."

He simply stuck his tongue out at Gilbert, and stuck up his middle finger for good measure.

bit back another sigh as he exited the car and rounded the front, opening the passenger door. "Come on now dollface, the sooner you get in,

the sooner I'm outta your hair."

He was almost considering it, but the nickname ruined it. "No. Fuck you."

pursed his lips in annoyance. "Would you rather I drive ya back there to be someone else's baby?"

He stood up, probably to do something stupid, but he wobbled and fell on the other before he could do anything.

caught the ossified man before he could greet the floor with his face. "...Dollface?" He eased the car door closed and began to walk Lovi to

his door.

He was trembling weakly, and Lovino suddenly didn't feel good in the slightest, the world spinning around him. "Mhn... Gil..." he whimpered

out weakly, body spasming as he tried not to puke.

"Oi, don't upchuck now, we're not that far away," he pressed his palm to Lovi's forehead worriedly. He internally kicked himself for givin

the other such a strong drink.

He whimpered and nodded, eyes shut tight because if they were open, everything spun too much and Lovino wouldn't be able to stop himself

from spilling his stomach contents.

They had gone through this routine so many times that eventually Gil got Lovi's house key and made a copy for himself. He opened the door

and the duo staggered in. He slowly laid the other on the couch before going to fetch some water.

It seemed neither Amelia nor Alfred were home, all the lights in the house shut off. He curled up on the couch with a pitiful noise, stomach

churning as he clung to a blanket.

placed a glass of water on the coffee table and covered the other's forehead with a damp towel. "Just relax and don't turn too much," he

mumbled.

He didn't think he could drink the water without getting sick, so he ignored it, making a soft noise of recognition to the words.

reluctant to ask but, "so, are ya gonna be fine on your own?" He was waiting for the other to say he should scram already.

His bottom lip jutted out and he reached out, tugging on the other weakly as he stared up at him with doe eyes. Even though Gilbert brought

him home whenever he was like this, he'd never asked the other to stay before.

stared at the other in shock. "...Ya know what, I'll scram before your roommates get back," he shook his head, believing that the tugging

only playful.

The Italian looked a bit wounded, and shrunk back at the bartender's words. Lovino was perfect at playing the strings of people's hearts.

As much as he wanted to stay, he really couldn't stand the thought of being Lovi's...play thing. He didn't want to be just another sap who

got played by the dame. Patting the brunet's head, he began taking his leave.

"Please Gil? I'm scared and cold," he whimpered. Lovino was too messed up to actually *do* anything.

glanced down at the pleading man, sighing as he easily gave in. He didn't have the heart to refuse. "Ya still got enough energy to move to

your bed?"

"If you carry me..." he mumbled softly, intoxication-hazy eyes half-lidded and staring up at the albino.

snorted, rolling his eyes. "Lazy," he mumbled, holding out his hand for the other to take. After a moment, when he did nothing, Gil sighed

and leaned down, putting his arms around the brunet and slowly lifting Lovi.

He made a soft noise of happiness and clung to the bartender when he was lifted, burying his face in his chest. "Mhnn..." he groaned out,

fidgeting slightly.

shifted Lovi in his arms, walking up the stairs with ease. He kicked the brunet's door open and trudged in, placing the male into his bed.

"Anythin' else I can do for ya?"

He looked up at the other and pouted, brows furrowed. Gilbert knew what he wanted.

gave Lovi a wary look. "You know I'm not gonna," he sighs, looking away as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

[[/Out of school in 25 minutes! Wait for me! <3]]

[/will do! ouo <33]

"I won't let you leave if you won't..." he mumbled, lower lip wobbling and eyes watery as he tried to manipulate the other into doing as he

wished. It was something the Italian was used to.