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hellfire_andfury
hellfire_andfuryWriting Prompts;
word: loud
"Come on then, Blondie. Let's see how much you can drink! I bet I can outdrink you on one bottle of vodka."
Viktor smirked as he gave Mick the finger, coaxing the guitarist to stare before finishing his smoke, snuffing the butt out into the ashtray on the table in front of him. Right. If the punk wanted to have a drinking contest then Mick would rise to the challenge since Viktor had been shouting his mouth of all evening. Rowdy bastard.
"Alright, you loud cockhead. You want to get outdrunk by a bloke who wears heels and make-up on stage? Then let's do this."
Gilly and Hunter now staring at the two as both men get up from where they are sitting close to the bar in the hotel and exchange looks. This was serious. Weird just knew what would happen. They would both cock wave for a bit then get trashed and pass out. Probably. The question is....who would notice this and take advantage of two passed out band members. Dressing up and adorning their bodies with glitter or fuck knows what else could be a thing. Billy shot a look to Aarne at this "drinking contest" the two were going to have.
"My room, Blondie. Let's go."
Viktor was already heading up to the elevator with an arm full of vodka from the bar. Mick had bottles of gin clutched in his arms as he followed the bullish punk up to his hotel room. This should be good.
***
Five minutes later Mick and Viktor were now pulling off the bottle tops to their drinks and eyeing each other up.
"Take a drink for every time you've fucked your girl."
Viktor set the challenge with a boorish grin. This should be good. Surely Mick would get smashed first because he'd known Ziggy longer than Viktor had known Vars so more fucking? It worked that way, didn't it? Mick just rolled his eyes but began chugging on his gin bottle, gagging a little but near drinking half the bottle in one go.
"Fuck! It's your go, Blockhead. Drink for how many times you've fucked Vars."
Mick wondered about who fucked who in their relationship but said no more on the matter. It was Viktor's time to drink! The punk laughed a little and then began gulping down his vodka, swallowing without missing a drop, near drinking the bottle until only a quarter remained.
"Shit! Fuck, that's good."
The punk enjoyed the burn and knew he was getting drunk because he'd drank near a whole bottle of vodka in one go. Mick was impressed but wasn't giving up. No fucking way!
"Ok, drink to how many times you've sucked cock or been sucked by Vars."
Viktor frowned then shook his head. It was his go! Mick was getting absentminded already. Fucking lightweight! At least the punk assumed the blond was a lightweight.
"My go, Blondie. Drink to how many times you've eaten pussy."
Mick swallowed. Oh fuck. He was near obsessed with pussy so this would be an easy win for Viktor. He'd have to drink the rest of his gin and start on a new bottle. The guitarist just giggled and drank the remainder of his booze until the bottle was empty. Fuck, he was getting pissed fast.
"New bottle needed. Pass it over, Blockhead."
Viktor didn't like being called that name and made it clear by giving Mick the finger and shoving the guitarist back a little with a palm to the chest. Bastard. Mick frowned then pushed the punk back on the chest, getting wound up because he was now drunk. Both men were drunk and rowdy.
"Fuck you, prissy boy. Make-up glam wanker."
Mick just snorted out laughter at that. Fuck, this bull-headed bastard.
"Oh yeah? A bit rich coming from a cockhead who gets whipped on his ass by his leather dom."
Viktor stared at Mick before jumping up and tackling the blond onto the carpeted floor. Mick laughed then grabbed onto the punk's hair, pulling a little before shoving him off. The great lump! Viktor growled but then laid back on the floor, wanting to drink more. A little bit of shoving with Mick was fun and part of the game.
"You get drunk on Mule and fucking strip naked wagging that cock of yours at everyone."
Mick just giggled drunkenly at Viktor's words and shook his head. Damn, he was drunk. The punk forgot to ask any more questions as he began drinking a new bottle of vodka. It was everyman for himself now. Mick now joining Viktor, drinking gin and leaning against the bed. Oh gods they were going to regret this in the morning surely.
"You're a fucking---lightweight, Blondie."
Viktor was now chugging more vodka, spilling some down his mouth onto the floor because he was trashed. Mick laughed as he too spilt some gin onto his silken pants, not knowing how the game was going. Who was winning?
"And you're a fucking tart. I'm winning, you're spilling more."
***
An hour later and a few more empty bottles littered the hotel room floor as both men were now totally fucking trashed. There were remnants of broken glass where Viktor had thrown his empty bottles against the hotel balcony and both men were now shirtless and covered in booze stains.
Mick giggled and poked Viktor's chest which was gleaming with wet booze. The punk just shoved the guitarist's finger away and began chugging more, which was causing him to gag a little. Fuck! Both men put their bottles down next to each other which were now completely empty. Viktor going to get up for a piss but falling over his feet, causing him to collapse onto the bed completely wasted. He landed face first onto the mattress passing out. How much had he drunk? Three or four bottles of vodka maybe.
"Fuck, I won. I think? Bloody hell---"
Mick giggled drunkenly before staring at Viktor on the bed and slowly slumping backwards onto the floor, passing out. He'd drunk around three and a half but had remained awake. Just.
word: loud
"Come on then, Blondie. Let's see how much you can drink! I bet I can outdrink you on one bottle of vodka."
Viktor smirked as he gave Mick the finger, coaxing the guitarist to stare before finishing his smoke, snuffing the butt out into the ashtray on the table in front of him. Right. If the punk wanted to have a drinking contest then Mick would rise to the challenge since Viktor had been shouting his mouth of all evening. Rowdy bastard.
"Alright, you loud cockhead. You want to get outdrunk by a bloke who wears heels and make-up on stage? Then let's do this."
Gilly and Hunter now staring at the two as both men get up from where they are sitting close to the bar in the hotel and exchange looks. This was serious. Weird just knew what would happen. They would both cock wave for a bit then get trashed and pass out. Probably. The question is....who would notice this and take advantage of two passed out band members. Dressing up and adorning their bodies with glitter or fuck knows what else could be a thing. Billy shot a look to Aarne at this "drinking contest" the two were going to have.
"My room, Blondie. Let's go."
Viktor was already heading up to the elevator with an arm full of vodka from the bar. Mick had bottles of gin clutched in his arms as he followed the bullish punk up to his hotel room. This should be good.
***
Five minutes later Mick and Viktor were now pulling off the bottle tops to their drinks and eyeing each other up.
"Take a drink for every time you've fucked your girl."
Viktor set the challenge with a boorish grin. This should be good. Surely Mick would get smashed first because he'd known Ziggy longer than Viktor had known Vars so more fucking? It worked that way, didn't it? Mick just rolled his eyes but began chugging on his gin bottle, gagging a little but near drinking half the bottle in one go.
"Fuck! It's your go, Blockhead. Drink for how many times you've fucked Vars."
Mick wondered about who fucked who in their relationship but said no more on the matter. It was Viktor's time to drink! The punk laughed a little and then began gulping down his vodka, swallowing without missing a drop, near drinking the bottle until only a quarter remained.
"Shit! Fuck, that's good."
The punk enjoyed the burn and knew he was getting drunk because he'd drank near a whole bottle of vodka in one go. Mick was impressed but wasn't giving up. No fucking way!
"Ok, drink to how many times you've sucked cock or been sucked by Vars."
Viktor frowned then shook his head. It was his go! Mick was getting absentminded already. Fucking lightweight! At least the punk assumed the blond was a lightweight.
"My go, Blondie. Drink to how many times you've eaten pussy."
Mick swallowed. Oh fuck. He was near obsessed with pussy so this would be an easy win for Viktor. He'd have to drink the rest of his gin and start on a new bottle. The guitarist just giggled and drank the remainder of his booze until the bottle was empty. Fuck, he was getting pissed fast.
"New bottle needed. Pass it over, Blockhead."
Viktor didn't like being called that name and made it clear by giving Mick the finger and shoving the guitarist back a little with a palm to the chest. Bastard. Mick frowned then pushed the punk back on the chest, getting wound up because he was now drunk. Both men were drunk and rowdy.
"Fuck you, prissy boy. Make-up glam wanker."
Mick just snorted out laughter at that. Fuck, this bull-headed bastard.
"Oh yeah? A bit rich coming from a cockhead who gets whipped on his ass by his leather dom."
Viktor stared at Mick before jumping up and tackling the blond onto the carpeted floor. Mick laughed then grabbed onto the punk's hair, pulling a little before shoving him off. The great lump! Viktor growled but then laid back on the floor, wanting to drink more. A little bit of shoving with Mick was fun and part of the game.
"You get drunk on Mule and fucking strip naked wagging that cock of yours at everyone."
Mick just giggled drunkenly at Viktor's words and shook his head. Damn, he was drunk. The punk forgot to ask any more questions as he began drinking a new bottle of vodka. It was everyman for himself now. Mick now joining Viktor, drinking gin and leaning against the bed. Oh gods they were going to regret this in the morning surely.
"You're a fucking---lightweight, Blondie."
Viktor was now chugging more vodka, spilling some down his mouth onto the floor because he was trashed. Mick laughed as he too spilt some gin onto his silken pants, not knowing how the game was going. Who was winning?
"And you're a fucking tart. I'm winning, you're spilling more."
***
An hour later and a few more empty bottles littered the hotel room floor as both men were now totally fucking trashed. There were remnants of broken glass where Viktor had thrown his empty bottles against the hotel balcony and both men were now shirtless and covered in booze stains.
Mick giggled and poked Viktor's chest which was gleaming with wet booze. The punk just shoved the guitarist's finger away and began chugging more, which was causing him to gag a little. Fuck! Both men put their bottles down next to each other which were now completely empty. Viktor going to get up for a piss but falling over his feet, causing him to collapse onto the bed completely wasted. He landed face first onto the mattress passing out. How much had he drunk? Three or four bottles of vodka maybe.
"Fuck, I won. I think? Bloody hell---"
Mick giggled drunkenly before staring at Viktor on the bed and slowly slumping backwards onto the floor, passing out. He'd drunk around three and a half but had remained awake. Just.
