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"Come on, nobody can keep up? Grinned Wei Wuxian, having the time of his life downing shot after shot at the island of Nie Huaisangs house, giggling with ever so slightly flushed cheeks. Jiang Cheng swaying, leaning against the counter top while only being able to drunkenly murmur says, "stupid...so stupid...only thing- you’re good for-- is...drinking..." with a mix of irritation and shame highlighting his red face. Jin Zixuan is already far away from the scene drunkenly crying in the lap of a friend on how he misses Yanli, who couldn't join him here due to having a cold. A friend records Zixuan’s drunken sobs, everyone knowing how light of a drunk he is. Lan wangji stands by an open window near the kitchen, eyeing Wei ying and the shenanigans he stirs up. He notices Nie Huaisang doing the same thing, smiling softly from amusement as he sees just what Wei Wuxian is stirring. He doesn’t seem to care about Nie huisangs watchful eye, and goes on with his deep, yet usual to him, gaze that he gives to Wei Ying.
Wei wuxian notices the strong gaze landing on him, and looks around. Who could it be? Jiang Cheng? No, he’s glaring down at his phone. Jin Zixuan? No, he’s still crying. Lan Xichen? No, he’s handing water to a drunk girl. Nie Huisang? Yes! Nie huais— no. It’s not Nie Huaisang, he still feels that gaze on him. Then, finally, he figures out who;
Lan Zhan!
Wei Wuxian understands why he’s staring, Oh Lan Zhan, does he want to drink as well, for once? He lets his eyes teasingly meet lan Wangji’s, staring right back into his golden, intense study.
Lan wangji, on the other hand, was staring at Wei wuxians flushed knuckle on his right hand from hitting a bottle two minutes ago, his slightly messy hair from playfully hitting Jiang cheng with his ponytail, the three shot glasses discarded against him, the way—
The way Wei Ying is staring right back at him, with that prideful grin on his face.
wangji freezes and pretends to not have been staring, looking at the windowsill next to him. …Shameless.
“Hey, heyyyy! Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan—“ Wei Ying exclaimed, pausing for a moment as he sees Wangji close his eyes and turn his head slightly. Wei Wuxian pouts his lips softly, and tries again.
”Are you ignoring this one, Lan gongzi? Do I annoy you that much?” With faux sadness in his voice, knowing it’ll succeed in capturing Lan Wangji over. Lan wangji turns his head ever so slightly, and slowly, calmly walks over to the drunken group.
“…am not.” Wangji states, voice calm and clear. Wei Wuxian wraps his arms around Lan wangji shoulder, happily announcing, “Hanguang-Jun is heeerrre.”
“…Wei ying.” Wangji says, body tensed and ears a little pink, hidden behind his hair. Jokingly, Wei ying bats his eyelashes as him, responding with, “Do you wanna challenge me, hm? I’ll pour ya a drink, lan-er gongzi.”
Lan Zhan slowly shakes his head back and forth, “No.” Wei Ying responds with a sarcastic frown, “Whaaat? Oh, but Lan Zhan, that’s no fun! You’ll make this one soooo so so sad, I have no competition, nobody else has gotten ahead of me in this little game we’re playing.”
“This is improper.”
“Please, oh pleeeaassee lan zhan.”
…
No response. Oh well, Wei Wuxian is in no mood to wait. He takes the bottle of vodka next to him, two of his empty shot glasses, and pours the alcohol. One for him, and one for Lan Wangji. He brings one up by his own lips, and one to Wangji’s. “Drink, please? For me? Please, it’s all this one will ask tonight.” Wei Ying pleads, knowing what he’s saying is a lie. Lan wangji looks down at the glass to his lips, and back at Wei Ying. Lan Zhan pleads to his mind to deny the drink infront of him given to him by Wei Ying with the thin wire of restraint he can build up, knowing it’ll snap any minute now. Even drunk, Wangji restraining himself is obvious due to his fingers curling at his sides and him closing his eyes. Wei Wuxian uses this weak moment of Wangji to his advantage, begging, pleading, and whine over snd over until he gets what he wants. Lan Zhan doesn’t give in, won’t give in, mustn’t give in…
Until Wangji takes the shot glass from Wei Yings grasp and downs the entire thing, spilling some on his jacket. Gosh, he really did it, eh? Wei Ying thinks, amused.
“well, game on!” Wei Wuxian announces, filling the shot glasses another time.
…it was infact, not “game on”, as after this shot Wangji had stopped drinking. His face calm, yet ears a burning red underneath his hair, in a half up half down style. By now the crowd around them, even Jiang Cheng, had stopped acknowledging them. Taking this to his advantage, Lan Zhan took the loose hair tie around his own wrist and fastened Wei Yings wrist together with it. Surprised, but too intrigued to stop it, Wei Wuxian replied,
”Lan zhan, lan zhan lan zhan…just what are you doing?” he asks while chuckling, assuming this will be some innocent, harmless drunken act. Lan Wangji looks him in the eyes, his glare stoic and the slighted bit dazed. Trying to tease him, Wei Ying mouths the words, “Fuffy Duddy” with a mischievous grin.
”Hey, hey! I was joking, come on— where are we going!”
…
Lan Wangji stays silent as he guides Wei Wuxian up the stairs slowly, seemingly tightening his grip on Wei Yings wrists every few seconds. Being dramatic, Wei Ying throws his head back ever so slightly and lets out a whine. “Lan zhaaaann!! You’re huuurtttiinggg meeeeeeaaaa!” Lan Wangji stops walking for moment, tightening his grip especially, before relieving some of the tension on Wei Yings wrists by loosening his grip, and starts walking up stairs even faster.
“Lan-er gongzi, if you’re taking me somewhere, go to the bedroom at the end, there’s already two people in this one.” By this one, Wei Wuxian was referring to the bedroom lan Wangji was heading towards, a guest bedroom with two people already doing whatever with no care to shut the door. Lan Wangji changes his direction with a nod, taking Wei Ying to the bedroom at the end of the hall. Finally getting into the bedroom, lan Wangji looks around, still keeping a grip on Wei Yings wrists with his other hand. He notices a painting on the wall, and takes it down. There’s a desk in the guest room, some pens in the drawer. He rummages around till he finds a sharpie, and on the back of the canvas draws two poorly made stick figures, and writes the date.
“huh? What’s that for? Are you documenting this little hang out of ours?” Wei Wuxian asks, confused as he peeks his head at the writing. Lan Wangji stops for a moment, before nodding his head, and putting the painting back on the wall. Wei Wuxian laughs back, “oh Lan Zhan, you’re such a weird drunk!” Lan Wangji says nothing in return. Wei Wuxian looks down at his hands.
”But, Lan Zhan, I would appreciate if you’d undo my hands or at least tie them with something softer. This hair tie hurts!” The boy continues, “Hanguang-Jun is so cruel, you must hate me…” Lan wangji stays silent for a moment before briefly saying, “Wei Ying can handle it.” And although he knows Wei Wuxian might not be paying attention, wangji adds, “I do not.” He hopes Wei Ying was, though. He doesn’t untie his hands, rather loosens the hold he keeps on them slightly.