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Jul. 10th, 2006 08:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onemuseleftThings I do when I should be getting ready for work: (OMG JOB INTERVIEW TOMORROW *hyperventilates*)
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"Color me curious," Kurama said with a glint in his eye as he leaned across the tiny kitchen table. "But what exactly did happen at Yuusuke's bachelor party?"
Kuwabara wiped his mouth and grinned. "The key to good blackmail is to keep it personal, Kurama. If everyone knew, it wouldn't be worth blackmailing him over."
The truth of the matter was that nothing had happened; at least not anything exceptional. Urameshi had drunk himself stupid, propositioned the Playstation (something about being unable to live without MarioKart) and threw up on Kuwabara's couch. The guests had followed his example, forcing Kuwabara to spend most of the night as the responsible adult; a role he still felt Kurama was better suited for, but the youko had conveniently vanished around the same time Yuusuke declared the party 'clothing optional,' damn him. In any event, when Urameshi had hauled himself back to consciousness the following evening it had been ridiculously easy to convince him that he'd done something stupid, especially considering he was half-naked, the living room was soaked in alcohol, and there were claw marks in Kuwabara's headboard (Kuwabara still didn't know who'd put those there, but if he ever found out they were getting a bill). Kuwabara firmly intended to use the party as blackmail for the rest of his life, and if Yuusuke ever tried to call his bluff, Kuwabara would just tell him he'd had drunken sex with Shizuru. She'd play along if he coughed up enough cash and it might just kill Urameshi on the spot. Scare him sober at the very least.
"Secrets are unbecoming amongst friends," Kurama said, pouting just a little.
"Right." Kuwabara eyed the youko somewhat askance. "So what's the deal with this Kuronue guy again?"
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And now, to work.
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"Color me curious," Kurama said with a glint in his eye as he leaned across the tiny kitchen table. "But what exactly did happen at Yuusuke's bachelor party?"
Kuwabara wiped his mouth and grinned. "The key to good blackmail is to keep it personal, Kurama. If everyone knew, it wouldn't be worth blackmailing him over."
The truth of the matter was that nothing had happened; at least not anything exceptional. Urameshi had drunk himself stupid, propositioned the Playstation (something about being unable to live without MarioKart) and threw up on Kuwabara's couch. The guests had followed his example, forcing Kuwabara to spend most of the night as the responsible adult; a role he still felt Kurama was better suited for, but the youko had conveniently vanished around the same time Yuusuke declared the party 'clothing optional,' damn him. In any event, when Urameshi had hauled himself back to consciousness the following evening it had been ridiculously easy to convince him that he'd done something stupid, especially considering he was half-naked, the living room was soaked in alcohol, and there were claw marks in Kuwabara's headboard (Kuwabara still didn't know who'd put those there, but if he ever found out they were getting a bill). Kuwabara firmly intended to use the party as blackmail for the rest of his life, and if Yuusuke ever tried to call his bluff, Kuwabara would just tell him he'd had drunken sex with Shizuru. She'd play along if he coughed up enough cash and it might just kill Urameshi on the spot. Scare him sober at the very least.
"Secrets are unbecoming amongst friends," Kurama said, pouting just a little.
"Right." Kuwabara eyed the youko somewhat askance. "So what's the deal with this Kuronue guy again?"
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And now, to work.
