"You have a specific bar in mind, or are you just going to pick the first one you see?"

"Whatever one I see." Mokuba looks around and spots one with lots of bright lights. "There!"

"Fine." Honda sighs and walks over to the bar. "Is there anyone you don't have issues with?"

Mokuba enters the bar, thinking about what Honda said. "Nope." He punches him in the arm. "There's something wrong with everyone."

"Is that a fact?" Walks up to bar and orders a beer. "Name five."

He gets a beer himself and takes a drink. "Well, there's my brother, then there's Otogi. Can't forget Ryou, but that's pretty obvious." Taps his chin. "Pegasus, Malik, Siegfried....I don't think I'll go on." He downs the beer and gets another.

"I meant five per person, not five people." Downs half a beer in one gulp. "What's wrong with Otogi?"

"Well, he doesn't pay proper attention to me, doesn't live at my house, flirts with other people. Um." What else was there? There really should be more. "Avoids me, I think, especially on this ship. And..yeah!" Okay, so it wasn't five, but he wasn't sure what else to say about it.

"I'm with you on the avoidance. You complain almost every time you see me that I don't pay proper attention to you. I personally don't see why you should care if he lives with you or not." Counting off fingers. "And you're certainly one to complain about other people flirting."

Mokuba could feel his temper boiling. Damn Honda! But didn't he say he came along to be hit? Mokuba grinned and slapped him across the cheek. "Shut up about that and just agree. Geez!"

"Why?" Another half a beer in one gulp. "Why would you think I would just lay down and agree to everything you say?"

"Because I'm right and you should. That's just the best way." Mokuba finished the rest of his beer. That seemed perfectly logical to him. Why didn't other people realize that? Oh, that's right, he was surrounded by idiots.

"So? I'm flawed, remember?"

"Then why don't you try and fix it by agreeing?"

Honda shrugged. "Because I can't."

"Moron." He turned away from him to face the bartender. "You're so screwed up."

"How many of my problems can you list?"

"Well, you don't agree with me, obviously. Have an awful fashion sense." What was with those swim trunks he was wearing? Mokuba really thought of buying him another pair. "And you offered to be my personal punching bag. Not that I mind hitting you, but I wouldn't call that normal."

Honda smiled. "Keep going."

Mokuba remembered back to last time they were in a bar and to that game of secrets they played. He lost. Damn he hated that. "And you're lame answer when you said you were thinking of some no one. I hate that!"

"What were you expecting from me? I even warned you that one of us was going to be disappointed. That should have tipped you off."

"Why do you have to be like that? I was wanting a better answer, not something lame. You knew it, too! And you just answered like that on purpose. You're such a loser." Mokuba wanted to throw the glass at Honda again, just like last time, and hope that he wouldn't be able to stop it. But he still had beer in his glass. Couldn't waste that. Besides, he'd rather hit him with his own hands.

Honda watched him for several moments before answering quietly. "Maybe if you had bothered to look Jacob Durand up on the internet, you'd have realized that he's the lead singer of an American band." Honda stood up abruptly. "I think I want to sit at a table now." Without waiting for a response, he turned and stalked to a deserted table.

"Don't just walk away." Mokuba stormed after him and sat at the table. "Really, an American Band? That's just dumb." He laughed. "I can't believe you would date someone like that."
"'Someone like that'? What kind of person did you think I would date?"

"Someone a bit better, but obviously you can't get that. I mean, just look at you." Mokuba ordered a few more drinks. "That American guy was probably the only person who could date you without throwing up, right? Without having to get any from anyone else."

Honda laughed at this. "What, you think he was my first boyfriend or something?"

"There were other people who considered you?" Mokuba propped up his legs on the table. "Please, share with me how this could happen because I can hardly believe it."

"What do you want to know?"

Mokuba rolled his eyes. "Who would even be able to date you, of course. Did these people like to make their lives miserable?"

Honda stared at him. "You want another string of names that are meaningless to you?"

"Forget it. I don't care." Why was he even here with Honda. Oh, yeah, because it's not like he could go out and have any night fun. This trip was a disaster. He banged his head on the table a few times then sat back up and took a drink. "Forget I even asked."

"No, I'll answer the question just as soon as I figure out what you're trying to ask. I'm not as intelligent as you."

"That's for sure. I'll try and spell it out for you a little slower. What I want to know is how people could stand to date you."

"I have no idea. They seemed to enjoy themselves, so I didn't ask past that. I guess they didn't mind my flaws as much." Honda propped his chin up in one hand. "What about you? You seem to enjoy these discussions of ours."

Mokuba looked away. "Well, I can tell you it has nothing to do with attraction. You are so unappealing to me." He really had no idea why he liked talking to Honda. It always pissed him off. But...ugh, no thinking, more beer. He drank part of a glass down.

"Does that count as a flaw?"

"If you mean for you, then yes. In regards to me, well, I don't really have any flaws."

"Are you sure?" Honda downed more beer, even though he knew he was getting pretty drunk. He had lost track of how many the waitress had brought over. "Maybe spending so much time with imperfect people has rubbed off on you."

Mokuba glared at Honda. "I'm very fucking sure. You should watch your mouth."

Honda grinned at this. "But I can't see mine. I guess I'll have to settle for watching yours."

"You know what? If you don't shut up I'm going to---screw it!" Mokuba set down his drink and launched himself across the table. He only got half way before he landed on the table and slid the rest of the way into Honda, feet first. "Ack!" He really was hoping for a more graceful launch and landing, but it seemed his drunk self was not cooperating. Oh well, as long as he got him somehow.

Honda started laughing. He somehow managed to get Mokuba into his lap without getting kicked too much. He wrapped his arms around Mokuba's waist, pulling him closer. He leaned over to mutter in Mokuba's ear, "This seems very familiar."

Mokuba felt himself get very hot, and the irritation of not getting a good kick at Honda faded. That time in the limo was really, really nice. He sighed. "Couldn't wait to get me in your lap again, huh?"

"You're the one who jumped over here. I just didn't want you to fall on the floor." Honda pulled Mokuba up and sat him on the edge of the table.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." It was a good thing that he was off Honda's lap now. Moki wouldn't like that...and he would be sure not to share that. "I just wanted to hit you, which I wasn't very successful at." He started scooting back over the table--his pants were ruined already--and before he got too far away he kicked Honda on the shoulder, smiling. "There. Now that's better."

Honda rubbed his shoulder distractedly as he watched Mokuba sliding back. "Are you just going to stay on the table or do you plan to risk falling on the floor when you try to get back into your chair?"

"I can get into my chair just fineeeeee!" Mokuba had spoken too soon and pushed himself right off the table, whacking part of his head and shoulder on the chair as he fell to the ground. Oh, he was going to need more beer to make that pain go away. He used the chair to help push himself up, then sat back in it. "Don't even say anything," he growled out.

Honda nodded and pushed a beer closer to Mokuba. "Who do you want to talk about now?"

Mokuba took the beer and downed it. "Well, what flaws do you think you see in me? I mean, I know they aren't there...but..."

"Hm," Honda tilted his head to one side to think about that. He bit back a laugh as this caused the entire room to sway. "I already told you that I think you're too much of an adrenaline junkie. And I think...you're spoiled." He took a drink from his cup as he considered how to elaborate. "You don't seem to have a very good idea of how other people think and feel. It's very annoying." And since it seemed like a very good idea, he leaned over the table and pressed his mouth to Mokuba's.

Mokuba didn't particularly agree with what Honda was saying as he was talking. Okay, he'd give him the adrenaline one, but spoiled? Please! He was supposed to have these things. And what did it matter what other people felt. But then Honda kissed him, and it was really nice in that hazy way, and he had to press his lips harder against Honda's because it was too soft and he couldn't feel it as much the other way. He had the vague idea that there was something he should be thinking about, some reason that would make him stop, but he couldn't quite think of anything. He broke the kiss when he decided that he could not wait to get some air. "..I think your lips feel nice."

"I'm glad." Honda leaned back and sat down. He picked up his beer and frowned. "There was a reason why that was a bad idea, but I don't remember what it was. I think it was really important, though."

Mokuba looked at Honda with glazed eyes. "Hey, me too! I wonder what it was." He threw up his hands. "Oh well, too bad." Mokuba looked around the room. It was a pretty good bar, much better then the one in Domino that he went to that one time. Everyone looked so attractive. Well, except for that lady in the corner, and that guy standing at the bar there. Which one should he bring home? "Eenie, Meanie, Minie, Moe..." He started to sing, pointing at random people.

"Is that how you usually pick who to have sex with?"

"Tch, no. But there's so many people to choose from...gotta pick." He tried to figure out where he stopped. Was it on that guy with the nice ass, or the girl with the low-cut top? "You, like, totally lost my place!" Nothing cured that better then a drink. All the glasses around him were empty. That wasn't fair at all! He looked across the table and saw Honda had a glass with some in it. He reached across and grabbed it, drinking it down.

"You were on the red-head." Honda offered while trying to get the waitress's attention. "Do you want any more to drink?"

Mokuba started to nod, then decided that was a bad idea. "Yeah...get lots so we don't have to find her again." He started up his game again, pointing around until he finally landed on someone. No, that wouldn't work; what was that guy wearing? After two more rounds of ending on people he really didn't want to see in bed, Mokuba stopped his game. "I don't think I'm going to have sex with anyone here." And there was this nagging feeling telling him he shouldn't have any.

"Why not? No one wearing your clothes?"

"That guy has my pants on." He pointed to a man standing by a table not far from them. "Besides, no one here is good enough for me." He crossed his arms. Yep, that had to be why he felt he shouldn't be finding anyone. Just looking out for his own well being. "You want me to find someone for you?"

Honda shrugged. "Go ahead and make a suggestion. I'd like to see who you pick."

Mokuba scanned the room. What about that guy that just walked in? No, he was too nice looking. Hmm, so was his girlfriend...or wife. That girl with the low top that he saw earlier might work. Did Honda swing that way? Maybe he should stick to finding men. "Oh, there!" He pointed out a man a few minutes later with deep green pants--not too big, not too tight--and a creme shirt. Could use a bit of sprucing up as far as style goes, but wasn't bad on the eyes. "I mean, I wouldn't do him, but that means he's perfect for you."

Honda looked over, trying to figure out who Mokuba was pointing to. "Do you mean the brunette in the green pants?"

"Well, duh! Who else is in green pants over there?"

"I couldn't just ask if you meant the brunette, since there are several in that direction." Honda finished off another beer. "Nice try, but no. I already met him on the ship."

"Oh. Well, aren't you the friendly little sailor." He looked around the room again, trying to spot anyone else. His head, though, couldn't keep up, and he finally stared down at the table to keep his head from whirling around. "I don't think I'm going to look anymore for you." Oh, he didn't feel so good.

"Want to go back to the ship?" Honda stood up slowly, holding the table for support as he moved. "If I offer to give you a piggyback ride, will you promise not to puke on me?"

"Yeah." He stood up himself and made his way over to Honda, letting his hand trail along the table to keep from falling over. After one last sip he managed to get his arms around Honda's neck and throw one of his legs around him as well. For a second he thought he was going to throw up all over him, but he held it back. There was no way he would embarrass himself in front of people.

Honda put a hand on the back of both of Mokuba's thighs and pulled him up. "Still with me?" he asked as he slowly moved towards the door.

"Uh-huh." He tightened his grip around Honda's neck, trying not to be too tight. It was a good thing he didn't have to walk; he doubted he could make it to the door. If Isono was here he could just call and be driven home and put to bed. "Hmm, hey, Honda?" He asked with the side of his face pressed against Honda's back. "I'm sorry I hit you earlier." He yawned. "Well, I think."

Honda laughed and swayed a little. "No, you're not. You liked getting to hit me."

Mokuba laughed. "Yeah, I did. So, do you, you know, like that?"

"Getting hit or hitting someone? Either way, the answer's the same." Honda pushed the door open and stepped outside, shivering a little in the night air. "No, not really. I can think of much better things to do with hands."

"Oooh, it's cold!" Mokuba pressed himself a little tighter against Honda. "I guess I agree. But hitting can be fun, and you're such a good target." Especially since you don't hit back, but Mokuba decided not to stay that. "Though it would be nicer if you made some hurting noise or something. That would make it better."
"Sorry, I trained myself pretty early on to not let people know if they've hurt me or not."

"Oh." Mokuba watched as they passed by buildings. They all blurred together into a stream of lights. When there was a rainbow of them he knew they were going by another bar. Should he saying something else? He didn't know what, so he just decided to stay quiet and rest his head.

"Anything else to say?" As much as Honda didn't like to admit it, he found he liked hearing the younger boy's voice.

"I really wanted to swim with the sharkies. If I was a faster jumper, maybe I could have gone it." He smiled. "It would have been fun. But I guess I got to drink so that can make up for it now."

"And I told you that you can go bother some sharks when we get back to Domino." Honda stopped to shift Mokuba closer, then started walking again. "You really scared us. It's not nice to scare sick people, didn't anyone tell you that?"

"It's not my fault if people get scared. Besides, why should my trip get all ruined cause he's sick, huh? That's not very nice." Mokuba brought his head up and peered past Honda's shoulder. He couldn't help but giggle. "You know, you smell like beer."

"You smell like beer too." Honda turned slightly and smiled back at Mokuba. "Why do you automatically assume I'm talking about Ryou? For all you know or care, I could be sick too."

Worry covered Mokuba's face. "Are you?" Honda always acted fine, while Ryou coughed and fell over and stuff. But what if...what if it was all pretend?

Honda would have shrugged, but Mokuba was weighing his shoulders down too much. "Maybe. It's not like you care who's sick and who's not, so long as they don't embarrass you."

"Fine then!" Couldn't he just be serious for once? Mokuba let his right hand grip loosen and hit Honda on the shoulder with his fist, then quickly got his grip again. "I hope you are sick and that you die and you suffer first. That'll get you for being so mean!" He made sure to shout in Honda's ear the whole time.

Miraculously, Honda managed to stay standing during the tirade. "Don't yell too much, you'll give yourself a headache," he muttered continuing towards the ship. It hadn't seemed so far away earlier.

"Blah blah blah. Always trying to tell me what to do. Just keep walking and shut up."

"Sorry for bothering to care, I'll try to remember not to do that again. If I'm such a hassle to put up with, would you like to walk? Or are you willing to swallow your pride for a little longer and try to enjoy yourself?"

"I don't want to walk," he pouted. "But I'm probably not going to enjoy myself, either." Silence. It was nice for the first few seconds, but then the sounds of the waves and music and people starting floating through the air and pounding in his ears. His head didn't hurt this bad when they were talking. "You should have just answered my question. Just wanted to know if you were sick."

"I guess it depends on what you consider sick, and what's just a state of not completely well. I'm not coughing and falling down like Ryou is, obviously, but I'm not sure how not well someone has to be to be considered officially ill." Honda shook his head. "It doesn't matter, you're not going to remember half of this in the morning."

"If you compare yourself to me, are you sick then?"

Honda walked on in silence for several feet. "I don't think I like this topic."

"You must be sick then." Mokuba tightened his grip again. "I hope you get better because I need someone to hit." He yawned, making sure to not do it in Honda's ear. "Um, when we get to the ship, you'll bring me to my room, right?"

"I don't really see what's stopping you from hitting me, but okay." Honda kept walking and tried not to yawn. "Yeah, I'll take you to your room. Where else would I go?"

Mokuba hit Honda with his fist on the other shoulder. "There. Happy now...woah!" He had to scramble to get his grip back, and for a moment he thought he was going to fall, but he flung his arm around Honda's neck again before he leaned too far back. "Bring me in my room, too. I don't know if I could make it across from the door to the bed." The world was spinning a little bit more now then before.

"Yes, I'll make sure you get to your bed safely. Do I need to put you in your pjs as well?"

"You just want to see me naked. But, I don't know, these new pants of mine are trash now anyway." Who knew what had been on that bar table. Besides, at this point, Mokuba didn't care much what happened with him and his clothes; he just wanted to lie down, even if the cruise bed wasn't as nice as the one at home.

"So is that a yes or a no? I can't tell with you." Honda saw that they were almost to the ship. "And where is your key? I'll need it to get into your room."

Mokuba looked down at himself the best that he could. His pants looked really gross. If it got in his sheets...what if that part was pulled up and touched his arm? Or his face? "Uh, yes, I guess. And my key? Where did I put it. Oh, yeah, my pocket." He let his right arm slide from around Honda's neck. "I'll get it out."

"Okay." Honda slowed down so Mokuba wouldn't fall off. Soon they were in front to the boarding ramp. "Hold on to the key, I don't have a hand free." He kept walking until they were to the corridor in front of the elevators and stairways. "Can you reach to kick the elevator button?"

"Okay." It took a couple of tries, but Mokuba eventually hit the button they wanted. He tried not to hurl while they were in the elevator, but for a second he really thought he was going to lose it. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew he would have to spend the night in the elevator if he did because Honda would have dropped him, he would have just let it out. When they got closer to his room Mokuba pulled the key completely out of his pocket and put it out front for Honda to take. "It's that room right there."

Honda nodded slightly. "I'm going to set you down now, so I can unlock the door," Honda explained so that Mokuba wouldn't panic. He turned and let Mokuba slide down, propped against the wall. He took the key from Mokuba's hand, unlocked the door, and walked in to turn on a lamp. "Okay now to get you inside." He put an arm around Mokuba's waist and pulled him up, then carried him in and set him on the floor near his bag. "Can you get your pjs out? I'd rather not go through your stuff unless I have to."

"Okay." He used care when going through his bag, every now and then sticking his head really close to see if he had what he needed. After a couple of minutes he found his blue pajamas and handed them to Honda. "Here they--" Mokuba couldn’t hold back a yawn, "--are." He decided to try and be a little more useful by pulling off his shirt, though he got tangled in the sleeves for a moment before throwing it across the room.

Honda smiled. Even blitzed, Mokuba was still adorable. Shaking his head, he tried to focus on his task. He unfastened the pants, then set Mokuba on the edge of the bed to pull the pants legs off completely. He then started gently pulling the pajamas onto Mokuba. Once that was done, he tugged at the covers and moved Mokuba up to the pillow. "Do you want me to stay here or leave?"

"..You can...whatever you want...to do..." Mokuba let one arm slide under the pillow and curl up. His other hand tugged the blankets up closer to him until they were at his chin. The cold that he got from being outside was finally leaving. "If you...can't walk...back....you can stay." He felt his mind go blank and his eyes slowly shut as he fell asleep.

Honda watched as Mokuba fell asleep, and decided that he might as well accept the offer. After quietly rinsing his hands off, he slipped under the blanket next to Mokuba. "I'm sure we'll be screaming at each other in the morning," he muttered and pulled the smaller boy a little closer, "but I'll deal with it then." He closed his eyes, realizing with a little amusement that he had once again been tricked into sleeping fully clothed.