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It was February 14th, that special day for single people who wanted a relationship.
Simon Blackquill was not one of people, but he had found himself at Klavier and Apollo's Valentine's party, Nahyuta Sahdmadhi in tow.
"Remind me why you wanted me to drive you to this travesty, again?" Simon asked, already ticked off by all the ruckus.
"My car is at the mechanic's, and someone needs to keep everyone in check."
"Lighten up, Sahdmadhi." Simon said, pouring himself some red wine in one of those fancy glasses. "Have some fun for once in your life! Go on, try some!" Simon held out the glass, waiting for Nahyuta to take it.
"No, I'm fine."
"Eh." Simon shrugged. "I guess that means more for me." He downed half his glass in one gulp, trying to block that internal pop music and his pounding headache."
"GUESS. WHAT." Athena Cykes approached him, visibly tipsy.
"Hmm?"
"Mr. Wright just fainted. Into Prosecutor Edgeworth's arms!!!! They're so sweet, you know..." Athena gushed, slightly swaying.
"I wonder what romance is going to happen next!" Athena fished into the fridge for another hard lemonade.
"How many of those have you had, Athena?" Simon said in that fatherly tone.
"I don't know. A lot." she popped the soda tab and downed the fizzy liquid in almost one gulp.
"It is unwise to consume so much alcohol at once, Yellow Girl." Nahyuta chided.
"Oh, don't be a prick." commented Simon, on his second wine glass.
"Ah, Herr Blackquill! What are you doing here all sad and alone?" Klavier Gavin commented as he leaned on the fridge, only slightly more tipsy than Athena.
"Fuck you." Simon chugged the wine, letting it run down his throat until he could feel the effects kicking in.
"You need to socialize! Go to the living room or something. You're so alone all the time." With those parting words, Klavier strutted off to join his boyfriend in a heated argument.
"I'm not alone..." He waved his arms around, saying that less as a response and more as reassurement, gesturing to Nahyuta and Athena.
Not anymore, that is.
"The guitar man has a point. Maybe some more talking would be good for you." Nahyuta grabbed Simon's arm and dragged him towards the center of the party, where Maya and Apollo were arguing. He then started to wander, taking his half empty wine glass with him as he found a comfy spot on a couch next to a TV, snatching the remote.
"Nahyuta..." Simon's head, lolling on the plush couch cushions, turned to the monk.
"Yes?" He looked down at the panda prosecutor, concern in those teal eyes of his.
"What's that one show with the bakers and they make cakes... They're British..."
"Oh, the Great British Bake-Off?" Maya interjected. "I love that show! Wanna watch it?"
"Sure, why not?"
The two flicked through episodes until they finally decided on a random competition: season 2, episode 14.
As the two watched the bakers partake in their craft, Simon started 'feeling it' himself as he sipped his wine while judging those poor bakers and their confections.
"Eclairs? Really?"
"That's the ugliest cake I've ever seen."
"If I had to eat that to get a million dollars, I'd be penniless right now."
Simon's witty retorts kept coming, and Nahyuta smiled at this new baking show softie Simon. He seemed to be so satisfied, so different from the image of Simon Blackquill that was projected to the world.
He looked at the badly drunk yet alive Simon longingly the rest of the night, wishing he'd be like this all the time, who he really was. There was a saying in America, wasn't there?
"The drunken mind brings out a sober heart." Nahyuta quoted as Simon started to yell at poor Linda and her eclairs. He felt sorry for the woman, to be criticized so much by Simon Blackquill.
"Shut up and look at those eclairs, Incense Stick." His voice sounded like a crabby old woman's with all that wine in his system.
He really did look like an old woman, too, his ponytail slightly undone, that white that creeped into his hair when he was in prison, and that way he held the wine glass, which could only be described as elegant.
Nahyuta let out a soft chuckle at the thought, leaning on the couch above Simon. "I'm glad I got to know you better."
"Hmm?"
"Nothing."
For the rest of that party, Nahyuta Sahdmadhi was smiling so widely, everyone thought he was drunk too. They were half right, for he wasn't drunk on wine or hard lemonade...
It seems he was drunk on love.