“Hey, Tavi, how's your drink?” Vinyl Scratch looked at her room-mate with a soft smile over the top of her own. Octavia stared back, licking the rim of her glass and glancing up at the straw roof, beneath a ribbed steel roof. The grey mare had no response, this beverage being about as far from her normal fare as her music was from Vinyl's.
The white Unicorn set her drink down, “Nevermind,” her head darted forward and she mashed her lips against Octavia's, tongue searching for the elusive flavor. She pulled back after just a little less time than her room-mate wanted, licking her own lips, “Delicious.”
Octavia looked at her glass, wondering if it was her or the wine that Vinyl was talking about. Whichever it was, she didn't really care at the moment, wanting the kiss to continue. She started to lean forward, and found herself falling into Vinyl's arms, not to her face like she was aiming for. Either of them.
“How drunk are you Tavi? Seriously. You've only had three...four?” She looked at the bartender, who mouthed the word 'eight' at her before turning back to the glasses she was certain he was cleaning with spit. “Uh, eight, apparently,” was it really that many? She looked at the bar, where their glasses sat lined up, and counted them. She stopped counting at nineteen glasses, figuring that she was probably seeing multiples. She turned to Octavia and stopped suddenly as she realized that the mare wasn't on her chair anymore. A momentary panic set in before she felt something warm and wet in her lap. Glancing down, she sighed in relief at the grey mare drooling on her leg. She wasn't lost, just unconcious.
Vinyl pulled her up and gave her a little push to get Octavia balanced across her back before sliding a pile of bits over to the bartender, “Thanks.” Turning to the grey bundle lying across her back, she muttered, “Come along now Tavi, we've still got another place to go before we get home.”
That was another bar, one that had more alcohol, and more dancing, or in Octavia's case, stumbling drunkenly around the floor. Vinyl managed to keep her upright enough, and the Unicorn had enough control left in her magic to keep both drinks from spilling, even as the two downed more and more of the alcoholic mass.
Finally they stumbled into a hallway off to one side. Vinyl tipped her head at the stallion by the door, and he tossed her a key, muttering something about damages.
“What's he mean damages, Vi?” Octavia stumbled into the wall, then back into Vinyl, who grabbed her and swung her around, half guiding her down the hall, half leaning on her for balance, “Nevermind...”
Vinyl sighed and wobbled back across the hall, leading Octavia into a door. The key fit, and the two stumbled into the room. Octavia managed to shut the door, or at least it made a sound like it was shutting, and she stumbled towards the bed in the middle of the room. Absently the grey mare noticed a lack of several amenities, with the only things she could clearly see being a door to the bathroom, and Vinyl, lying across the bed. With a trash can in her hooves. A very sexy looking at the moment trash can.
She made a wobbling beeline to the bed, and swiped the can from her much more experienced at drinking room-mate, proceeding to fill it with a combination of alcohol and onion-ring bits.
Vinyl rolled over laughing, but still grabbed Octavia, and pressed their lips together, “Still good. A bit oniony...” She laughed at the reaction, “C'mon Tavi, you'd be delicious even covered in...ok, probably not. But Barbecue Sauce...” Vinyl was drooling at the idea of covering Octavia in the brown sauce, then licking it off of her, but right now, alcohol seemed like a much better choice. “Can I marinate you, Tavi? In vodka?”
Her response was an incredulous stare, fused with outright confusion and the lack of focus awarded only to those with more alcohol in their body than was strictly legal. Vinyl laughed and grabbed Octavia away from the sloshing bucket, “Fiiiine! How about a nice red wine?”
“...” Octavia genuinely didn't have a viable response to that, partially because she couldn't see straight enough to tell if Vinyl was joking, partially because she was so drunk that it maybe sounded like a good idea, and partially, she was sure that if Vinyl offered to join her in the wine bath, she would dial room service right that instant. And she actually suspected, somewhere in her drunken mind, that Vinyl actually would do it too.
The Unicorn reached out for the phone with her magic, then stopped as she felt a tongue running along her ear, “You taste good too, Vi...”
Vinyl nodded, ear flicking at Octavia's touch, “I'm ordering the wine right now...” She groaned as Octavia flopped over her back, twisting her neck around, “Tavi, gimme a second!”
Octavia refused, adamantly, and with her tongue, distracting Vinyl enough that she dropped the phone on the floor, “Tavi! Can't you wait for the wine to get ordered?”
Octavia's tongue traced a line from Vinyl's ear down to her lips, “You, You taste like vodka, and, what is that?” It tasted sort of like good rice, or maybe a nice cake.
“Captain Morgan, maybe a little Jaegerbombs. I think I slipped a Tail-lifter in there too.”
“Vi...How do you speak so elo...ela...good drunk?”
“Practice, that and I'm nowhere near drunk yet. You are. I'm not getting the wine, you can go soak in warm water until you get not drunk.”
Octavia interrupted the concept with her teeth, pulling lightly on Vinyl's lip, “C'mon Vi...Jus...” She slipped quietly down to the floor, snoring softly as her head twisted against the ground. Vinyl grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up onto the bed, positioning her head against the pillow before rolling onto the other side and wrapping her limbs around Octavia, “You'll have a Tartarus of a headache in the morning Tavi.