standsonhigh | High school AU open post

"Like have a hangover? Great plan." But Barty was smiling, finally reaching out to put a hand on Koschei's shoulder and give it a squeeze. "I don't even care. Hey, I'm not the one who's been deprived of things. Anyway, it's your celebration and your money, so if you want to buy a giant cake with a stripper in it, I'm on board."

He let go again, running his fingers through his hair as he stepped back, casually enough. "You were always good with money."

"Last time I was hung over was like three years ago. I can't believe I actually miss it," Koschei admitted, hardly able to keep the smile from his face. So many things he wanted to do and needed to do. And he'd screwed up so much, he hadn't been able to. He'd lost more things than he gained and why? Because he thought he was better than medication.

"I think I'll leave the strippers till I'm officially out," With an amused look, he patted Barty on the back as a thank you. He wanted to embrace him but, well, that was off the table. "Was I? I used to waste it all away on stupid things. Remember in college when I spent my weeks wage on buying all the coffee in that stupid place you worked? Amusing for like five minutes. Then I was broke and had way too much caffeine."

"Always good at earning money, then." But yes, he definitely remembered that. Seemed like forever ago now, but it really had only been a couple of years. "It got annoying pretty fast. You with a caffeine overdose really isn't the most pleasant experience, let's not repeat that. Thankfully I don't work there anymore. Although you were a very gracious tipper, I do remember that. Everyone knew I put out."

"It's easy to make money, it's keeping a hold of it that I struggle with," He starts to walk ahead, eager to get away from the hospital and out into the real world. He'd buy Barty a few drinks, catch up, trying to avoid any awkward topics. He hated upsetting him, it was the last thing he wanted. "I swear to God, my hands trembled so bad that day, I spilt coffee everywhere. Had to tip the cleaner a rather excessive amount afterwards. I never got why you didn't try to stop me from being stupid."

With an amused look, he gave Barty a playful nudge. "Admit it, you love seeing me make a prat out of myself."

Barty hurried along to keep pace with him, hands in his pocket as he smirked at him from the side. "Well, yeah. But you're also very insistent. I don't think anyone could've stopped you that day. I'd have had to tackle you to the ground or something." He breathed more freely once they left the hospital behind, that much was for sure. It was very far from his favourite place, even if it had lost some of the initial intimidation factor.

"But it's not my fault you're so good at being a prat. Makes for a great show. You can't blame me for that."

"I was very determined. I was under the impression that if I brought every coffee, you'd have to have the rest of the day off. Instead -- well, it's hard to buy every cup of coffee. And tea. And whatever food they happen to serve," It wasn't exactly his best thought out plan but he still felt proud. While he didn't close the place down, he caused considerable disruption and Barty had to end early to get him home. Kind of a victory, right?

"You're not immune to being a prat, you know, I've seen you make a total dick out of yourself. Considerably less than I have, I'll concede, but you have."

"I know." His voice sounded very fond as he said that, remembering all too well. "It was adorable. Also delusional and obsessive, but definitely adorable." So perhaps he had terrible tastes. It was probably no coincidence that the two people he had been in love with so far were definitely of a very possessive and not entirely sane nature. Perhaps Regulus was better in that sense. He shook his head to ban those thoughts for the moment.

"Prat I'll give you, but I don't dick around like you do. You have no proof of this whatsoever."

"You know me, delusional and adorable are my best moves," Admittedly, he'd never put much thought into his elaborate plans to try and get Barty's attention. He'd been young, stupid and eager to please. He never did approach love simply, he had to do something grand and idiotic to draw attention and hopefully win over his target. It usually worked.

"I don't know, the night is young, maybe I can make you dick around yet," Barty drunk was always an amusing sight. One he didn't get to see very often. Mostly because he tended to be drunk way before everyone else.

The approach did work, possibly partially because ultimately, in some ways, Barty really didn't think himself worthy of much. Something he hid pretty well by also thinking, in spite of that, that people were generally quite a bit beneath him. It was a peculiar combination and not a particularly endearing one.

"That sounds like a challenge to me." Barty paused, although he'd been about to say something else, taking his phone out to check the message he just received. "We'll see who dicks around more."

"Well, I'll buy the first round, we'll see where it takes us. Which one of us is the prat first."

This was an entirely mature way to celebrate being slightly more sane. Honestly. Turning his head, he raised an eyebrow at the text, curiously looking towards him but not at his screen. He didn't want to pry, he knew that would send the wrong signals. "Anything important? If you've got things to do, I won't hold it against you. I've got the whole weekend."

He knew he was a friendless loser these days but Barty certainly didn't have to by his account. He could get drunk alone perfectly well.

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