Grape Drank (PG-14) (Sean)

Luka's day was just fan-fucking-tastic. 

There was an accident on Broadway. A man was killed and it was all Luka's fault. Why? Well long story.

A semi truck's back had unhinged and swerved onto the road and crashed into some light poles. Luka was in his car at the moment a mile away and heard screams from the civilians in his head and it was booming. Strangely, he couldn't block it out as usual. He rushed in and the semi was spiraling in the road and people scattered. 

Luka jumped out the skylight in his car and flew into the air and people screamed MUTANT, and it was in a good way. Luka pushed cars out the way and no one was in or under. Luckily, most people got away. Where were the cops? 

Luka did, however, spot one unlucky soul with his foot stuck under a flipped over car. Luka  saw and hastily flew over to the man. 

''You're going to be OK'' Luka yelled. The man groaned in pain. 

He began to lift the car with his mind. It was going well when all of a sudden Luka dropped out the sky and hit his head on the ground. The second he did that, he slid away from the car quickly. He was doing this! Something was going awfully wrong with his powers and then Luka flipped into the air like he was being yanked up and fell onto the car. The man screamed as more pressure fell onto him. More and more of Luka's telekinesis was pushing onto him and the man below stopped struggling. Luka knew what happened and his powers snapped back into place. He quickly flew away to run from the guilt.

Now Luka was here. A few hours later at the bar, drowning his sorrows. There were 20 shot glasses next to Luka who was groaning with his head down. He wasn't getting drunk. He wasn't this mad over a man he didn't know dying, he was mad over failing. He has never failed anyone in years. This sudden feeling of being unreliable was killing him. He could hear people wondering what was wrong with him. Sure, he may have been over reacting but right now, he just couldn't handle it. He couldn't drag himself over to the X-Mansion for support and I highly doubt a psychologist would help a guy who couldn't get over killing someone. He needed something, someone in a time of need. A shoulder to rest on if you will.

Sean had seen the news of a rather deadly pile up, something about a mutant appearing to help. It was rare to see mutants cast into a positive light, though that might have just been the news station that he was watching, one that was aside from the typical but he was feeling adventurous. He was dressed in a simple undershirt and boxers at the moment, though he was considering going out tonight. There was a bar that he heard about, one that a few of his coworkers occasionally frequented, and he though why not try it for himself? Sean dressed up in a simple pair of khaki shorts, a white t-shirt and a simple plaid shirt over that, sweeping black hair back and stepping out of his apartment.

It only took him a few minutes to drive to the bar, stepping out and sighing lightly. It wasn't a seedy place, that much Sean could give it, but then again that did not mean it got his personal seal of approval. Stepping through the front door, Sean was hit by the interesting smell of the place and the sight of what seemed like a person tossing back shots like no ones business. Sitting down at the bar, Sean ordered  a shot of perhaps the cheapest vodka and downed it without a second thought, asking for a few more shots and downing them as well.

It took around over two dozen of the shots before he found his senses dulling, everything around him blurring, which would have not lead to anything good. It was around this time of drunkenness that his mind began to wander, turning towards the person drinking themselves under and raising a single midnight black eyebrow. While usually Sean was more of a reserved type, getting drunk had its perks, like taking away that limitation. Slowly scooting over he motioned for the bartender with a small smirk.

”Gimme four shots of whatever it was he was drinking.” Sean noted, the bartender complying and sliding those four glasses filled with liquid to them. ”You look like a guy with something on his mind.” Sean said out loud to get the males attention. How he knew that was because he was similar, hence the excessive drinking of his own.

Luka let his head rest on the counter for some more time. A man who was beyond help drunk was balancing Luka's shot glasses onto Luka's head. Luka would've got up but he didn't care right now. Luka turned over to a man who had just sat by him. He was trying to get drunk and in response, Luka groaned and tilted his head, making all the glasses drop and break. The man screamed "Home run!".

The man then asked for shots of whatever Luka had and the man then slid shots of the purple liquid. It was Luka's brothers signature drink here. He called it Grape Drink. It was made from grape flavoured vodka with a buttload of sugar and a small drop of water to even it all out, so you don't get an aneurysm or something.

"Me? Something on my mind?" Luka said to the man with the effects of intoxication. Finally! "Nothings with my head mind body soull. Im AOK" Luka said trailing off into mumbling.

Sean wanted to say “Yeah, you” but was fine with a sarcastic roll of the eyes, pushing one of the dark purple shots towards the male in question, ”Forgive me if i'm a little...skeptical.” Sean said with a smirk testing one of the shots out and wincing, too much sugar for his taste. ”But drinking too much of something like this, you definitely have something on your mind, or you're aimin for alcohol poisoning.” Of course Sean was joking, and his own personal intoxication did not help any.

'Not sure about the whole nothing in your body thing either, ya got like....” His eyes darted over the empty shot glasses quickly.”Twenty of these things in you.” He added chuckling taking another one of the shots that he had bought, Sean winced again and shook his head. ”Sheesh this is a weird drink.”

Luka took the shot he pushed over to him and he spilled it on his chest trying to drink it. He made a little struggling sigh like a baby would make. "Well for starters, its, purple!" Luka said drinking air from an empty glass. "Nope, nope, nope"

Sean raised a brow, watching the male spill the purple drink on himself. [color]”Its also all over your shirt, yup yup yup.”[/color] Sean sighed looking around for some napkins and bunching them up, rolling his eyes. ”Now you're all wet, and probably sticky.” he chuckled trying to dry the male up some. It was not often that he had to help another drunk while he himself was drunk, but then again he was in one of those good moods.