"I said different, not middle-aged," Gray laughed, comfortably resting both of his arms around her waist in a somewhat looser hug--if only to allow for drinking.
He accepted the flask and took a swig of what ended up being... rum. Not bad. Not his favorite, but not bad. He returned the flask by pressing it into her collarbone, leaning down and resting his forehead against hers.
"Well you should have known that whatever you expected... the opposite of that would have happened because that's how I roll baby," she smirked.
"I like this game," she took a swig and let her flask drop. She had never really been this close to Grey's face, but it didn't seem so weird at the time. She puckered her lips and moved in closer, attempting to press a kiss to his cheek.
"You roll like the opposite of how I think? Well... That explains why I've never slept with you, then." He was teasing. For the most part. Gray was all jokes. Whether or not he followed through with them completely depended on the girl he was macking on.
So when Michiko moved to kiss his cheek---he knew better. But it was the moment he was caught in. That moment he was caught in when he caught Michiko's lips with his.
Michiko hadn't been expecting that, he was kissing her... and she was kissing him back. She moved one of her hands to his face and scooted closer while still kissing him.
He was a good kisser and in her drunken state Michi wondered idly why she hadn't kissed him sooner.
Gray's head was swimming, he felt dizzy, like he was drowning in Michiko's kiss. Michiko's kiss.Michiko. Oh fuck.
He pulled away abruptly (though his hands were still resting on her hips), taking a long, shaky gasp of air--like he couldn't breathe. Well, he felt like he couldn't breathe.
"Fuck." Gray shook his head, closing and opening his eyes as if it would wake him somehow. "Fuck. FUCK! I'm sorry. Shit!"
She hadn't kissed anyone in so long it was kinda nice... until she remembered it was Grey. Fuuuuuuuuuck.
Grey pulled away so abruptly that her breath caught in her throat. "Oh god," she croaked out. A mix of emotions poured forward. Her stomach suddenly flopped. Why doesn't he want to kiss me? Oh my god, it's because I'm fat.
"What's wrong?" she asked trying not to cry. "Is it because I had a kid? Oh god it's because I had a kid and I'm still fat and no one is ever going to want to make out with me," she couldn't help but panic.
"What?" Panic echoed in Gray's voice. "No. No! You--you're my best friend's girlfriend. I mean--you're my girlfriend's best friend. I mean, you're my friend."
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach.
"I have to go," he said abruptly, half-shoving, half pushing Michiko away from him. He broke into a run and made a b-line for the Lalaurie dorms... or would have. He only made it halfway before his stomach rebelled. So.. he threw up into a line of nearby bushes... in front of the Rienzi dorms.
"Oh god," was the only thing she could muster. Tears pressed at her eyes and finally broke through. "Oh god," she covered her face. "Fine! Go!" she called after him and started stumbling away as Grey ran toward House Lalaurie.
She sobbed even harder when she heard him throw up in the distance. Oh god, I'm jut that disgusting. She found a place next to the building where she could sit for a while and finish off her flask, only hoping Mari would find her again or she could miraculously make her way to their room.
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