Night Out on the Town?

[swordoath]

True enough, Zack hadn't been joking about going out. For him it's been a pretty long time so why not go all out? The people that had seemed interested all got a message explaining where they we going to be. Someone that Zack thought could use a little social get together got a message regardless if they answered his call out. He isn't sure who all is going to show, but who cares?

All that matters is that he is here at some bar that Cloud has picked out. Friends will be here too, hopefully. They can cut loose a little and have a good time out tonight. If they manage to have a little too much fun... Well then it makes for some good memories and new stories to be retold. Who knows, maybe someone it won't even be remembered in the morning.


(( ooc: but no seriously. do what you want. it's kind of an open mingle sort of thing for anyone and everyone. make your own threads or join in others. sky's the limit for real. ))

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[notachocobo]

Even if he wanted to say something, he doesn't really get the chance to considering how Zack pulls him off to the side and into an alley rather suddenly. He starts to object, getting as far as saying the other's name in a bit of a scolding tone but then there are hands on his face. Hands making him keep his head up and his eyes focused on Zack's because now that he's looking at the other he can't look away.

Especially when Zack starts talking.

It's the press of the other's head against his own that has him finally closing his eyes, attempting to steady himself as shaky hands find a hold in Zack's shirt. He wants to argue; wants to point out that there's proof living in Edge that Zack would have made it. That he would have been alright but he can't find the words. Each time he tries they die on his tongue until all he can do is press his head closer to Zack's.

"It should have been me," comes the whisper in a shaky voice, the alcohol in his system making it near impossible to keep himself in check. "You didn't deserve that--any of it. You deserved to live. I was just...I was nothing."

The things he'd thought for so long now but had never said.

[swordoath]

Zack would have liked to have been around longer. He would have liked for the chance, then, to talk to Aerith and get things sorted. What he wanted to do was to be there for Cloud every step of his recovery. All of the things that he wanted to do... He knew that there was another Zack here but he also saw the price that was paid.

"No one deserved anythin' that happened," he corrected. None of them did. Not him. Not Cloud. Not Angeal, Genesis, or Sephiroth. They were all victims here.

He shifted then, pulling Cloud's head down with a sigh. Stupid kid. Even technically older than Zack now he still didn't get it. Zack pressed his lips against Cloud's forehead, emboldened by the alcohol coursing through his veins and the need for action - to make the blonde understand. "Never nothing, Cloud Strife."

[notachocobo]

No..that's right. None of them had deserved any of it. Unfortunate circumstances and outside forces had led them all down paths that hadn't been good for anyone.

A muffled sound of protest escapes him as his head is tugged down but the sound is short lived thanks to the press of lips against his forehead. The tension that had been building his shoulders seeps away enough that he's able to breath properly again, a soft exhale escaping him. It was going to take a long time for him to get to the point of not blaming himself for what had happened, to get to the point that he didn't hate himself sometimes, deep down.

But for right now, at least, he felt a little lighter.

Though the jury was still out on whether that was, in part, due to the alcohol as well. Given the way he lifts his head and only momentarily locks eyes with the other before he's leaning in to brush their lips together?

It's probably the alcohol.

[swordoath]

Cloud worked himself up good all right. As soon as he relaxed, the knot that was starting to form in Zack's gut released as well. Maybe Cloud wouldn't get over these thoughts in a single day. However, now that Zack knew they still persisted, he would do his best to help him get over them. It was the least that he could do.

Now for Zack it really was a mixture of the alcohol and emotions running a little wild and loose. That and, again, it had really been a long time since he'd had any sort of contact of this nature. Cloud maybe wouldn't forgive him for it tomorrow, but Zack closed the distance readily enough. That gentle, tentative brush of lips becomes something more deliberate from him.

[notachocobo]

If anything, Cloud's going to be a flustered mess tomorrow once he realizes just what had happened--what they did. Right now? He's more than happy to melt into the contact, allowing the kiss to become something more as he presses closer to Zack without too much hesitation.

His hands work themselves free from their tightly clenched place in Zack's shirt so he can bring his hands up to cup the other's face, fingers partially tangling in Zack's hair. There's a bit of desperation in Cloud's actions, a need for this. For Zack. For contact that he's denied himself for so long.

Gods was he going to be embarrassed come morning.

[swordoath]

Chances were that Zack would feel a little bad come morning. Embarrassed? No. Ashamed? Nope. There was a good chance that he would feel a little smug though. Then again perhaps that would go without saying. Of course he wasn't thinking too hard on anything like this at the moment. Definitely not with Cloud reciprocating as he was.

Zack's hands fell from Cloud's face, resting more on the blonde's hips. Whatever is spurring on Cloud's need doesn't concern him at the moment. It seemed more prudent to keep those lips occupied, tongue sweeping across them with a little sigh. Fingers tangled in his hair? Definitely a weakness.