Ueda's love of wine wasn't a secret, but it wasn't until he pulled the short straw and ended up knocking on the door to Ueda's ridiculously large house at one in the morning that he realised just how bad he was at holding his alcohol.
"Uh," he says, trying to inconspicuously back towards the door without Ueda noticing, "I think I'll just-"
"No!" Ueda cries, lunging for Ryo's arm and pulling him back onto the couch, "You need to have a drink! Drink with me, you're always so uptight!"
Ryo clenches his teeth and sits stiffly, back ramrod straight as Ueda sprawls next to him, the drink half-filling his glass sloshing around dangerously and threatening to spill all over the beautiful cream couch.
Do not punch him, do not punch him. You promised you'd be nice.
He'd promised to be nice. He really wanted that phone number - the girl was a sure thing, and Ryo couldn't count on one hand the number of months it had been since he got some.
Ueda thrust another glass at him and Ryo took it gingerly, watching the liquid swirl around. It smelled rich, definitely good stuff, and suddenly all the talk of Ueda having his own wine cellar didn't seem quite so unbelievable.
Barely half an hour and one glass later, Ueda is on the floor, head lolling on his shoulders and a grin even more stupid than his regular one plastered across his face.
With a resigned sigh, Ryo takes the glass from his hand before it ends up upside down, and heaves the other man up with hands under his armpits. Once he's on his feet, Ueda stumbles towards the kitchen, mumbling about water and tea and coffee, and Ryo can hear him banging around, slamming doors and drawers and, if the clanking was any indication, trying to upend the fridge.
Wondering when he agreed to be babysitter, Ryo follows - just to make sure Ueda doesn't accidentally slip and stab himself somewhere vital. Not that Ryo really had a problem with that, but he'd never hear the end of it if Ueda had some fatal accident - God forbid anyone had a drama bigger than Jin himself.
Ueda's feet were sticking out from behind an open cupboard door as he rifled around inside, before pulling himself awkwardly to his feet, using the counter as support.
"Where is the tea? Why is there no tea left?!"
Ryo blinked. "Uh..."
"What am I supposed to drink now?!" He pointed accusingly at Ryo, "I HATE YOU, YOU TEA THIEF!"
Ryo stares at him incredulously before Ueda turns pale and, with wide eyes, flies past him. Ryo finds him in the bathroom, and spends the next ten minutes carefully holding Ueda's hair away from his face and dabbing his head with a damp flannel.
Later, when Ueda's passed out in bed, Ryo finally gets his chance to escape. Instead of making good of the thoughts he'd been entertaining all night and bolting, he curls up on the couch with a blanket he'd found in the closet.
It wouldn't to do let Ueda choke on his own vomit, after all.
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Date: 2009-07-05 09:15 pm (UTC)"Uh," he says, trying to inconspicuously back towards the door without Ueda noticing, "I think I'll just-"
"No!" Ueda cries, lunging for Ryo's arm and pulling him back onto the couch, "You need to have a drink! Drink with me, you're always so uptight!"
Ryo clenches his teeth and sits stiffly, back ramrod straight as Ueda sprawls next to him, the drink half-filling his glass sloshing around dangerously and threatening to spill all over the beautiful cream couch.
Do not punch him, do not punch him. You promised you'd be nice.
He'd promised to be nice. He really wanted that phone number - the girl was a sure thing, and Ryo couldn't count on one hand the number of months it had been since he got some.
Ueda thrust another glass at him and Ryo took it gingerly, watching the liquid swirl around. It smelled rich, definitely good stuff, and suddenly all the talk of Ueda having his own wine cellar didn't seem quite so unbelievable.
Barely half an hour and one glass later, Ueda is on the floor, head lolling on his shoulders and a grin even more stupid than his regular one plastered across his face.
With a resigned sigh, Ryo takes the glass from his hand before it ends up upside down, and heaves the other man up with hands under his armpits. Once he's on his feet, Ueda stumbles towards the kitchen, mumbling about water and tea and coffee, and Ryo can hear him banging around, slamming doors and drawers and, if the clanking was any indication, trying to upend the fridge.
Wondering when he agreed to be babysitter, Ryo follows - just to make sure Ueda doesn't accidentally slip and stab himself somewhere vital. Not that Ryo really had a problem with that, but he'd never hear the end of it if Ueda had some fatal accident - God forbid anyone had a drama bigger than Jin himself.
Ueda's feet were sticking out from behind an open cupboard door as he rifled around inside, before pulling himself awkwardly to his feet, using the counter as support.
"Where is the tea? Why is there no tea left?!"
Ryo blinked. "Uh..."
"What am I supposed to drink now?!" He pointed accusingly at Ryo, "I HATE YOU, YOU TEA THIEF!"
Ryo stares at him incredulously before Ueda turns pale and, with wide eyes, flies past him. Ryo finds him in the bathroom, and spends the next ten minutes carefully holding Ueda's hair away from his face and dabbing his head with a damp flannel.
Later, when Ueda's passed out in bed, Ryo finally gets his chance to escape. Instead of making good of the thoughts he'd been entertaining all night and bolting, he curls up on the couch with a blanket he'd found in the closet.
It wouldn't to do let Ueda choke on his own vomit, after all.