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[Hansi Kursch]

Hansi was...for the most part....Drunk.
He was drunk and he was in a Kareoki bar.
This wasnt going to bode well...he giggled softly and stumbled up onto the stage, picking up the microphone he waved at everyone and pushed some random buttons until a song started up and he nodded slowly to the rhthyem, dancing to it shortly after, he lifted the mic and started, as soon as his voice lifted into the air all eyes were on him.

"Whats up with my heart when it skips a beat?
Can't feel no pavement right under my feet

Up in my lonely room (my room)
When I'm dreaming of you
Oh what can I do
I still need you, but
I dont want you now

When I'm down and my hands are tied
I cannot reach a pen for me to draw the line
From this pain I just cant disguise
Its gonna hurt but I'll have to say goodbye

Up in my lonely room
When I'm dreaming of you
Oh what can I do
I still need you, but
I dont want you now

Oh yeah

Ohhhhhhhh Oh-Ohhhhh Oh-Ohhhhhh Oh-Oh Oh-OOhhhh ...."

He swayed to the music as he sang, nearly falling off the stage a few times, but his performance was stellar, and why wouldnt it be, Hansi was known for his performances, be they artistic or in the bed.

He let the solo go through and then he continued to sing again, the effects of alcohol moving through him and now it was mostly raw emotion and that added to the song.

Up in my lonely room (my room)
When I'm dreaming of you
Oh what can I do
I still need you, but
I dont want you now ..."

As he finished the song he was overwhelmed by the ammunt of praise he got and he bowed deeply, laughing softly as the song reset and he jumped off the stage, stumbled and fell flat on his face.

Graceful exit...
as always...

(( What the song sounds like when he sings it ))

[Tuomas Englund]

Tuomas chuckled and walked into the karaoke bar, a smirk on his lips. ”…I see someone got drunk.” He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, fixing the outfit he had chosen to wear tonight. A leather jacket, red shirt, and black pinstripe trousers adorned his body – quite the change from his usual attire. Watching Hansi, he raised an eyebrow, swaying gently as the other sang, his own drink in hand.

It was times like these, he saw the beautiful side of Hansi. The Hansi that didn’t insult or annoy him. Sighing sweetly, he closed his eyes and listened to the other singing, before opening his eyes as the other fell flat on his face. ”Someone can’t take their alcohol…” Walking over to the other, he picked him up in one arm and brought him over to a table, settling him down in a chair.

”Oh, Hansi… whatever shall we do with you~?” He smiled, his eyes sparkling teasingly. Tuomas was in a good mood…how odd.

[Hansi Kursch]

Hansi giggled as the other lifted him and he leaned against Tuomas and nuzzled against his neck with a light purr and he then kissed Tuomas and drew away.

"Have your way with me and leave me breathless, like usual?" he mused and skip/danced over to where he had been sitting before he decided to get up and sing.

it had been fun.
and he had let his emotions out.
Maybe Tuomas would know who he was talking about.

He lifted the bottle of whiskey once more and giggled taking another long drink.

[Tuomas Englund]

Tuomas laughed as the other kissed him then drew away. Following the other to the table, he sat on the other side, ordering a vodka cocktail. Raising it to his lips, he took a hearty sip and looked at Hansi, shaking his head. ”You sang our song in public, Hans. Have you no shame?” He said this teasingly and stuck his tongue out at the other before leaning back in his chair.

”Having a good evening, cat eyes?” Clearly Tuomas was in a good mood as he met the other’s gaze, his eyes twinkling teasingly. ”Perhaps I should leave you breathless tonight… if you’ve been a good boy, that is.” He closed his eyes and took another sip, a sigh passing his lips.

[Hansi Kursch]

Hansi perked a brow and then slipped off his bar-stool with a ~thump~ and he giggled on the floor.
His cat like eyes slowly lifted to look up at Tuomas and he drew himself up onto the other's lap, straddling him, his arms around the other's neck.

He pressed his nose against the other's and purrrrred in a very convincing manner before he gave the other a sloppy and hot kiss, pressing against Tuomas with a soft murr of delight.

[Tuomas Englund]

Tuomas grinned as the other fell off the barstool. ”Graceful as always, eh, Hansi?” He settled into a more comfortable position as the other straddled his lap, arms wrapping around Hansi’s waist. He nuzzled the other’s nose fondly and looked into his eyes, a smile dancing on his face.

As the other pressed against him, he purred sweetly, returning the kiss and pressing back against Hansi. Something about the other and the taste of whiskey combined hit all of Tuomas’ buttons, so he was more than willing to enjoy Hansi this way.

[Hansi Kursch]

We all know the equation by now hn?
Hansi + Any sort of Alcohol = A very touchy feely and needed Forever.
Hansi would follow the worst people home while drunk, back on Y the other Forever waited for new of him being kidnapped or being found dead because he followed someone home.

His tongue curled around Tuomas' and he uttered a sweet moan as he continued to kiss him, arms curling around his shoulders and he purrrrrred as he continued to make out with him.

A few people watching in a mix of confusion and amazement.
Some not liking what they saw and simply averting their eyes.
not that Hansi was aware...
He was too drunk to notice anything but Tuomas.

[Tuomas Englund]

Tuomas nestled Hansi close, deepening the kiss and grasping the other’s rear in his hands, giving it a fond squeeze. ”I always want to touch you when you’re drunk… you’re so fun to be with, Hans…” Nuzzling the other, he smirked and trailed nips and kisses down the other’s neck, before leaning in and biting the other contently.

”My mark on you, Hansi…” He purred as he licked away the blood that welled up, before trailing his lips and tongue back up the other’s neck and face to kiss the other deeply once more, putting his all into a deeply passionate kiss.

[Hansi Kursch]

As the other bit into his skin he tilted his head back and let out a moan of pleasure that drew the attention of most of the bar-goers.
Some simply got up and left, others were shocked to see an actual gay couple so open about....well...being gay.

Hansi leaned into the kiss and his tongue twined against the others as his fingers found their way up the back of Tuomas' shirt and he trailed his nails down the other's back, leaving lines of blood as he moved his fingers downwards, his hips pressed against the others, pushing them together and causing sweet friction.

Hansi felt hot, and soon those clothes would come off and the eldest of the little group of forever really didnt care who saw nor what they thought....

He was /very/ inebriated.

[Tuomas Englund]

Trembling as the other raked his nails down his back, Tuomas moaned himself, looking at Hansi with half-lidded eyes. ”I’m not sure I can move… can we do it here?” He whispered, stroking down the other’s back, taking the other’s top off, then his own.

Pressing hot flesh, to hot flesh, he gasped and kissed Hansi deeper, hands sliding up and down the other’s back needily. Being close to Hansi generally had this effect on him. He found it hard to control himself when it came to something physical. His eyes clouded with lust, and he stroked the other’s hips as they were pressed together.

”Why must we wear clothes? They just get in the way.” He whined ever so softly, tugging on the other’s zipper. ”It’s so stiff, Hansi… and so hard to grasp…” He looked up to the other and pouted, nuzzling his chest.