[center][b][u]Countdown to Chaos[/u][/b]
[sub]Collab with [@The Muse][/sub][/center]

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Alban was resting against his favorite pillow, twirling a strand of Mari’s hair between his fingertips. They had gotten to his place perhaps 20 or so minutes ago, and they had immediately gone on a very exciting adventure to his bedroom. This time in particular was his first “adventure” in years. But now, they were simply relaxing, snuggled together in his bed. Al was ready to pass out, still fairly intoxicated. However, he peered over at the alarm clock on his bedside table. It wasn’t quite midnight yet! As if to further his protest against sleep, his stomach growled loudly. He didn't recall eating much at all today, now that he thought about it.

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[color=6ecff6]“We need to stay up until midnight, Mari. I think we should go get snacks… Like hamburgers or something.”[/color] he told her, almost too comfortable to get up though. Unproductively, he pulled her closer to him, kissing her forehead. He honestly felt great right now. How long it had been since he had felt so at ease and relaxed, he couldn’t say.

Mari giggled as he kissed her forehead, “[color=dodgerblue][b] But Aaaaaallllllll….[/b][/color]” She cooed in protest as if she were ten again. If she had a choice in the matter she would have been happy to just lay there and enjoy each others company for the rest of the night. Everything felt amazing in this moment; her body, her mind (though spinning), and most of all her heart. Everything just felt… right. God, it had been so long since she had felt so at peace. 

However, almost in agreement with Alban’s stomach, Maribelle’s own growled as well. When was the last time she had even eaten something today besides alcohol… and Valium? Sitting up and pulling the sheets up to cover herself, she glanced around the room to find her clothes. Everything had basically left a trail from the front door and lead to his bedroom. Just outside the doorway to his room was her dress, and she suddenly realized that going out in such an extravagant dress might have looked a little ridiculous. “[color=dodgerblue][b] You wouldn’t by chance have some clothes I could fit into?[/b][/color]” She looked over at him, her face still flushed from their previous escapade. 

Following the vixen out of bed, completely in the buff, Al scratched his head in response to her question. [color=6ecff6]“You might be able to fit into a t-shirt and one of my sweaters… And I think I have some pants that are too small for me.”[/color] he spoke hesitantly before his legs stumbled over to his closet, unashamed of his nude form. When he opened the door to the small closet, his eyes spied the neatly folded clothes, all arranged in a particular fashion. [color=6ecff6]“Yeah. This should do.”[/color] His hands reached out and took a light blue shirt and a pair of jeans from their respective shelves. With a goofy grin, Al came back to her and presented her the clothes. 

Suddenly, staring at the ground, he noticed a bag of white pills lying there against the maple wood. [color=6ecff6]“Oh, vitamins?”[/color] the Frenchman asked, assuming their purpose. After handing her the clothes, he reached down and grabbed the bag, quickly prying it open and taking one of the pills. Without asking, he popped it into his mouth. [color=6ecff6]“I always tell Lucille to take her vitamins! Can’t be a hypocrite, can I?”[/color] Alban stated with a laugh.

“[color=dodgerblue][b] Uhm, actually- No![/b][/color]” Before she had a chance to tell her blonde lover what those “vitamins” really were, they were in his mouth and gone forever. She frowned at first, then slowly began to bubble up with laughter. She shook her head and put her head in her hands, laughing at him. The fact that he had just drugged himself was a lot funnier to this drunken woman than it would have been if she were completely sober. “[color=dodgerblue][b] Alban…[/b][/color]” She met her green eyes with his blue eyes, peeking through her fingers and grinning. “[color=dodgerblue][b] Those.. weren’t vitamins…[/b][/color]” She laughed a little harder, dragging her hands away from her face and burying them in the sheets. “[color=dodgerblue][b] That was my Valium!! HAH!![/b][/color]” She giggled harder, taking the clothes he had given her and stepping out of bed; revealing her own nude figure. “[color=dodgerblue][b] You’re gonna feel real ….. “zen” in about thirty minutes or so, mon amour.[/b][/color]” Oversized clothes in hand, she leaned up and quickly pecked him on the cheek. 

Too intoxicated to explain why she had Valium on her, she threw on the clothes he had given her - stumbling a few steps when she attempted to put on his pants. While looking a little goofy in his clothes, she somehow wasn’t the least bit worried about what anyone would think about it. Plus, his clothes smelt like him and it was comforting. All that really mattered now was food. HAMBURGERS! 

[color=6ecff6]“Valium? Jeez, I didn’t realize you went so hard, Mari. Reminds me of high school…”[/color] he muttered, not the least bit worried about the pills in his system. It’s not like it would honestly be the first time he’d done it either. High School Alban had been a completely different person. Striding back to his closet, he pulled out a simple white t-shirt and khakis. The both of them looked like they didn’t give a damn at all once he had put on his outfit. Grabbing her soft hand, he tugged her through the living room. [color=6ecff6]“Let’s go get McRonald’s!”[/color] the blonde exclaimed, his stomach growling louder with his words. The drunk man quickly pulled her in for a peck on her lips before slipping on some furry loafers next to the front door. Luckily, the closest burger joint was just right across the street.

Outside, it was freezing. At least the moon still gleamed over them and the stars twinkled with a dim radiance. Hand in hand, the two of them began their exhilarating journey across the street, jostling down the stairs from his 2nd floor apartment. [color=6ecff6]“Maybe we should get chocolate shakes… And like, mozzarella sticks. And… nuggets.”[/color] he began to list off various items he was seriously craving right now. [color=6ecff6]“I think we’ll just get everything on the menu. I am really that hungry right now…”[/color]

Mari gasped from both a combination of the cold hitting her and the mention of chocolate shakes. “[color=dodgerblue][b] I want SIX CHOCOLATE SHAKES, AL![/b][/color]” She squealed, lacing her arm through his to cling to his side like she had at the party. Why did food always sound ten times better when you were drunk…. and high? 

She nuzzled into his side and closed her eyes as they crossed the street, not even bothering to watch where she was going. Alban was her guide and she trusted him wholeheartedly. Suddenly Maribelle tripped, betrayed by her black high heels that she had been forced to wear out. Catching herself only because she had ahold of Al’s arm, she giggled and continued onward. Maribelle had to have looked like a hot mess; huge shirt that no where near fit her tiny form, pants that she had to keep pulling up to keep from falling, her hair that had once been neatly braided was undone and laid in frizzy curls, and extremely fancy heels compared to the rest of her attire. Despite looking like she had just crawled out from under a rock, Maribelle was happy for the first time in what felt like an eternity. 

[color=6ecff6]“Six chocolate shakes? Really?”[/color] the otherwise normal looking Al asked, tilting his head at the petite woman. [color=6ecff6]“I don’t know if you could even finish 2.”[/color] A mischievous smirk crossed his face and he silently dared her to prove him wrong. [color=6ecff6]“But if that’s really what you want…”[/color] 

Before she could answer, he grabbed the handle to the fast food restaurant, wrenched it open, and pushed Maribelle through. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around her stomach from behind her. Like penguins, he made them waddle over to the front counter, nuzzling the back of her head and breathing in her scent. A young and bored kid stared at them and silently judged them. Both of them smelled like sex and alcohol, so it was fairly clear that they were drunk out of their mind. Not that it was too surprising, on account of the holiday.

“Welcome to McRonald’s. How can I take your order?” their cashier asked dully. 

As he tried to read the illuminated menu, Alban realized that he forgot his glasses, though they probably wouldn’t have made much difference in the state he was in now. [color=6ecff6]“Uh… Can I get six chocolate shakes, three double cheeseburgers, an order of nuggets, two large fries, and mozzarella sticks? Oh, and can I get one of those cheeseburgers with bacon? Also this’ll be to go.”[/color] the blonde ordered as he thumped his nose against Mari’s head. The cashier blinked a couple of times before he began to press buttons on the console in front him. 

“That’ll be… $51.45.” 

At least Al hadn’t forgot his wallet, and he promptly took it out of his back pocket. He surprisingly had about $200 in cash on him, being a skeptic of the banking system used around here. Currency was exchanged, and now all that was left was for them to wait for their order to be brought to them. They stepped to the side, and Al began playing with his companion’s dark hair.
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A few trips, stumbles, giggles, and kisses later Maribelle and Alban made it back to his apartment with several bags of fast food in hand. How they even managed to find their way back in one piece was nothing short of a miracle at this point. 

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Sitting on his couch with an array of food covering his entire coffee table, Maribelle wiggled out of Alban’s jeans and ditched her heels. It was much more comfortable to sit in nothing but her under garments and his shirt. “[color=dodgerblue][b] So…[/b][/color]” She looked over at Alban, a sly smile slowly forming on her lips. “[color=dodgerblue][b] Don’t think I’ve forgotten that challenge, mister. I never back down from a challenge! [/b][/color]” She exclaimed, her words slurred but full of excitement. “[color=dodgerblue][b] I [i] will[/i] finish these chocolate shakes![/b][/color]” She leaned over his lap to reach for a shake at the other side of the coffee table, purposely lingering a little more than she needed to. 

Now, if Maribelle had been sober, she would have never dreamt of downing six chocolate shakes in one night. Much less eating McRonald’s at all. In fact she almost never ate fast food, so she was bound for an upset stomach if she managed to complete this ridiculous challenge. 

Sitting back up and gluing her mouth to the straw, Mari slowly leaned into Alban as he stuffed his face. She rested her head on his shoulder, spacing out as she sucked down as much of the milkshake as she possibly could, as fast as she could. About a quarter of the way through Mari released the straw and audibly cringed, closing her eyes hard and out stretching her arms as if to get the milkshake away from her. “[color=dodgerblue][b] Owowowowowowowowowwwwwww….[/b][/color]” She repeated for a brief moment before opening one eye and looking at Alban, already defeated. “[color=dodgerblue][b] Brainfreeezzeeee…[/b][/color]” She fell silent for a moment, then giggled and shook her head. “[color=dodgerblue][b] Maybe I can’t break the record for most milkshakes consumed in minutes after all.[/b][/color]” She sighed, as if she had really set all her hopes and dreams on being in the book of world records for “Best Milkshake Drinker.” 

By now, the Valium in Al’s system had started to kick in. Time seemed to slow to around him, yet he felt wonderful, like drifting atop clouds. His indigo eyes watched her attempt her Herculean task, eating a double cheeseburger all the while. A stifled laugh came out of his mouth along with some bits and pieces of his sandwich. [color=6ecff6]“You look like you need some help there, missy.”[/color] he teased before snatching the milkshake from her hand. 

As if on cue, the man sneezed loudly and violent, and he lost his grip on the shake, sending it tumbling onto his lap.  The frigid ice cream sent him into a shock as he yelped, leapt up, and tore off his pants and shirt. [color=6ecff6]“THAT IS SO COLD!”[/color] he cried while shivering and cradling his body. The rest of the milkshake ended up on the floor. Normally, Al would have immediately went to clean this mess up, but he wasn’t even able to compute the slowly melting liquid spreading on his wood floor. 

[color=6ecff6]“I don’t know if I like milkshakes anymore, Mariiii. They’re too cold.”[/color] he mumbled. Being free of his clothes sent a strange craving to his brain, and he reached out and pulled his lover to her feet. [color=6ecff6]“Let’s play Simon Says!”[/color] he spontaneously declared, an extremely goofy grin on his face. His daughter absolutely loved the game, so why shouldn’t he? [color=6ecff6]“You can be Simon first.”[/color]

“[color=dodgerblue][b] Oh I haven’t played Simon Says in so long![/b][/color]” She clapped her hands together, all thoughts of the mess on the floor completely gone. “[color=dodgerblue][b] Hmmmm… Simon Saaaayyyss…..[/b][/color]” She put a finger on her lips, thinking for a moment, though suddenly distracted by her partners body. She hadn’t taken a good look at him in their haste before, but wow. He looked good. 

Snapping out of it, her face flushed. “[color=dodgerblue][b] OH! Uhm… Simon Says… Make a pillow fort!![/b][/color]” She grinned and stepped away from the couch, waiting for Alban to create a masterpiece from his couch pillows. 

Alban had created something a bit less than a masterpiece in a matter of minutes, but to Maribelle it was perfect. It needed a few more blankets and pillows, but she was sure they could make a fun time out of it a little later on. “[color=dodgerblue][b] Now.. jump on the table![/b][/color]” She said in a haste, hoping it would catch her drunken lover off guard and he would lose. 

The Frenchman gave the saucy brunette a quizzical look before he brought his gaze to the table. While he wasn’t really athletic enough to jump onto the table, he really felt like he could. So with a staggering half-jog, Al built up some momentum and threw himself at the plastic table. Unfortunately, this table wasn’t meant to hold a human being and promptly collapsed under his weight. 

While there was sure to be bruising from the incident in the morning, he felt little to no pain. [color=6ecff6]“Aw… I thought I could do it…”[/color] he confessed, sighing at his failure. With that, he flipped himself onto his back and attempted to get back onto his feet. Unfortunately, he felt like a turtle on its back, unable to pull himself up. [color=6ecff6]“Help! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”[/color] the man joked, referencing an old ad he used to see all the time on TV. 

“[color=dodgerblue][b] Hah! I got you!! You lose![/b][/color]” She exclaimed between laughs, reaching out her hand to help her gravity impaired lover up. His living room was now a complete disaster, as if a tasmanian devil had just blown through it, but the mix of alcohol and Valium made it easy not to notice. Once he was on his feet, Maribelle wrapped her arms around his semi-naked body and embraced him in a hug. “[color=dodgerblue][b] Okay, it’s your turn to be Simon.[/b][/color]” She looked up at him with big green puppy dog eyes, “[color=dodgerblue][b] Be nice though, okkkaaayyy?[/b][/color]”

[color=6ecff6]”You made me loseee though! So I think I should get my just desserts…”[/color] he whispered deviously into her ear. From his tone and demeanor it was very obvious what he wanted right now. The blonde Rico Suave walked the two of themselves back to where the pillow fort was. [color=6ecff6]“Simon Says…”[/color] were the words that came out of his mouth before they fell back into the pillows, lost in a myriad of kisses as the clock hit 12.
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