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This all started during a night of drinking 1 month ago. Bokuto had decided that their friend group needed to go to Vegas for a weekend and spontaneously brought tickets that night for them to all go a month later and demanded they all take the time off work.
That was how Bokuto, Kuroo, Kenma, Akaashi, Daichi, Suga, Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Daishou had ended up 5500 miles from home, absolutely shitfaced. Well, Suga, Oikawa, Akaashi and Kenma had retired to Oikawa's room an hour ago as the brunette had drunk 3 too many cocktails, mainly Martini's, and ended up throwing up said cocktails on his best friend as they draped across each other in the booth. Kenma and Akaashi, being the least inebriated, had jumped on the responsibility of nursing the brunette and helping Suga get cleaned out of his vomit-covered clothes. Plus it gave the two a reason to get out of the bar. They hated bars.
"Ooh, what about that one over there?" Bokuto exclaims as he points at a bar over the road that is covered in LED lights and the music can be heard from the other side of the street. They had gotten bored of the last bar they were in and had left to find a new one - one with a dancefloor per Bokuto's request. Said male was currently leaning heavily on Kuroo as the two walked ahead, arms wrapped tightly around each other as they swayed and sang now and again.
"That's a strip club, we would all be castrated if we so much as went within 100 feet of it," Iwaizumi informs the drunk male. "Well, everyone except Daishou. Living the single life." Daishou punches Hajime in the arm at this statement. He and Mika broke up a few months ago and he is still, not too secretly, pining over his ex-girlfriend.
"Noooo, Akaashi would kill me." He whines, turning to look back at Kuroo. "Would you let Akaashi kill me?"
"No bro, I need my bro in my life." Kuroo slurs, arm hugging Bokuto to him closer.
"Brooooo! That's so sweeeeeet!" Bokuto whines.
"Oh my god just get married already, your little bro romance is sickening." Daishou snides, Daichi and Iwaizumi laughing at this.
"It's called a bromance, shorty." Kuroo flips Daishou off over his shoulder.
"Bro! That's such a good idea! We could get married and be bros for life! Like...Like permanent bros!" Bokuto cheers.
"That's not how that works!" Daichi pipes up.
"Bro, that's such a good idea! We would have an official bromance!" Kuroo ignores Daichi.
"Bro, pull your phone out right now and have a look at where we can do it right now!" Bokuto cheers, Kuroo doing as instructed and researching the nearest sign and go venues.
"This is going to backfire so badly." Iwaizumi sighs, running his hand through his hair. "I blame Daishou." Daichi hums in agreement
"I blame Suguru too." Daishou sighs. "When will I learn that they will do anything you tell them when they're drunk?" Daishou had slotted into their group well. Kuroo introduced the ex-captain of Nohebi to their group around 2 years ago, the two having the type of friendship that made others wonder if it was just a friendship, built up sexual tension or just pure hatred. But Daishou got along well with the group and Oikawa was thrilled that there was someone else around who appreciated his snide comments.
"Akaashi and Kenma are going to kill them for doing this and Suga will kill me because he wasn't here to witness it." Daichi shakes his head, watching as the bromance goes marching ahead with vigour as they laugh uproariously about 'how funny this is'. "guess they forgot about the Dancefloor though." Iwaizumi and Daishou laugh at this comment as they follow.
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"Shit, answer that!" Kenma hisses quietly at Akaashi as the raven's phone begins ringing. They had just managed to get Oikawa and Suga to sleep, the two demanding to go back out and continue drinking and to find a 'Dancing' bar before arguing about who would get more money from stripping. Eventually, they fell asleep together, now spooning on Oikawa and Iwaizumi's hotel bed. It's not a secret that when the two get drunk, they get really clingy and feed off of each other's chaotic nature. It was a friendship that most never expected to happen but actually worked so well. Their chaotic and sassy nature complimented the others perfectly. It helped that Daichi and Iwaizumi were good friends as well. Kenma and Akaashi were just enjoying the quiet peace of the hotel room now.
"Got it," Akaashi replies before answering, the ringtone stopping. The two older males stirred but never woke up much to Kenma's relief. "Hello?"
"Akaashi, is Kenma with you?" Iwaizumi asks, the sound of Bokuto and Kuroos's laughter in the background.
"Yes, we are in your room with Suga and Tooru... what's happened?" This grabs Kenma's attention.
"Good, stay there. Just, prepare yourselves and don't be mad. Your boyfriends have done something stupid."
"Hajime, what's happened?" Akaashi asks sternly, Kenma's gaze locked firmly on the phone as he tries to listen in.
'Kuroo and Bokuto got married by an Elvis Impersonator. One of those sign and go things. They find it absolutely hilarious as they have a 'lifelong permanent bromance' or something now. We tried to stop them, I promise, but we couldn't." Iwaizumi sounds exhausted. And a little bit panicked.
"Hajime, relax, it's okay. Thank you for telling me, just get them back before they get each other's names tattooed on their foreheads or something." Kenma rolls his eyes at this statement, knowing his boyfriend and his best friend have done something stupid
"We're on our way back now. How's Tooru?"
"He's asleep with Suga on your bed."
"Sounds about right. I'm sorry for making you two look after them." Akaashi hears Iwaizumi tell Daichi that Suga is fine and he's now asleep with Tooru, so waits a second before responding.
"It's fine, bars aren't Kenma and I's scene anyway so we're just enjoying the quiet."
"Okay, thank you. See you soon." Iwaizumi ends the call. Akaashi looks at Kenma and sighs.
"How much have they gambled away?" Kenma braces himself for the answer.
"Nothing. But, we owe Suga $200."
"For fucks sake."