high school au dazai/jouno

[dressing]

It's a horrible party. That is, Dazai thinks all parties are horrible until he is very, very drunk, and even then, he'll complain about it in the morning. He's simply not a social person, as outgoing and obnoxious as his personality seems to be. And yet, here he is. Why?

Free alcohol, of course. He's not going to attend a dry party.

He seems to continuously end up running in the same circles as that Jouno fellow. Dazai hates him, too, but he's pretty, surprisingly good at making out when he's not trying to use his teeth, and it's sort of amusing to watch him get angry.

Which is what he's planning to do until he's drunk enough to enjoy himself. It's honestly pretty clear neither of them wants to be here, but Dazai is much better at faking it than Jouno is. Oh, he has no doubt the guy could fake it if he wanted to; it's that he simply doesn't, and that in itself is sort of impressive.

"What boldness you have, to look this out of sorts at someone else's party. Do you look like this at your own as well?" Dazai sips the red plastic cup of something he's nabbed, a very distinct alcohol aftertaste.

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[pricelesstears]

Were it not for his family's obsession with keeping up appearances, Jouno would never bother to attend parties. They were loud, smelled terrible, and meant, more often than not, that Jouno would have to socialize at some point in the evening. That point seemed to be now, with the way Dazai has sauntered up to him, horrible-smelling drink in hand. Coupled with the cup in Jouno's own hand, the smell is almost overwhelming.

Jouno wrinkles his nose as Dazai speaks, forcing a sip of whatever-they-were-serving down his throat. His relationship with alcohol has always been complicated -- he hates it, the smell and the way it dulls the senses he needs to rely on to get around, but it's also the only thing that makes nights like these tolerable. So get drunk he will, and he'll regret it in the morning... or later that night when he winds up really feeling blind.

"They should throw a better event if they wanted me to look like I was enjoying myself," Jouno responds simply. Clearly, he doesn't care how out of place he looks. He'd much rather be home, away from all the noise and all of the people. "Blasting music, bad alcohol, it's all juvenile." Never mind that they were juvenile, too.

He tilts his head in Dazai's direction as if it helps him to hear him (he doesn't need to, of course, even after a few sips). "Grab another drink and then let's get out of here."