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Dorky looked at the bottle of grapeade, still cold and adorned with hundreds of beads of condensation on its sides. Some had merged together to form droplets trickling down, the surface exuding frosty air as he took a sip, enjoying the extreme sweetness. Immediately the familiar taste of blackcurrant engulfed his tongue, the sugar levels in the drink almost addictive in its flavor. It was superbly refreshing, and the dark grey dragon could feel its coldness run down his throat and all the way into his stomach. If anything, this drink was the ideal soulmate for anyone born with a sweet tooth, hitting every spot just right, satiating whatever cravings they might have. After that came the familiar ahhh, with him sighing contentedly. Saying it was refreshing though, was only barely describing how great it was.
To be honest, coming here by the beach with his friend was just the right thing to do as they waited for their hotel room to be made ready. Relaxing here, where the sun was bright but not humid, greeted by the sea, it was just sublime and oh so picturesque. There were many pictures taken of just the view, be it of the sea and sky, or the colorful town buildings, or the mountains at the far distance. This was undoubtedly a place that was practically filled with scenery potential, which was not wasted on a few people who had set up easels, getting to work on recreating the splendour before them. The air was filled with the smell of food, coming from the restaurants nearby, and the melodies of beach side buskers joined in, really giving that vacation feel that they were looking for. Not to mention, there were lots of attractive bodies to look at, both the men in their trunks, or the women in bikinis.
Then he gazed upon Jazzy, his roommate back at home, and now his vacation buddy, lying on a mat just a few feet in front of him, giggling at seemingly nothing.
Admittedly, getting the grapeade with alcoholic content, was an innocent oversight.
Dorky looked at the bottle label again, 4.7% alcohol, which was very miniscule. His tolerance was enough that he could go through a few bottles of rum and still ace a boss fight on Dark Spirits. Jazzy on the other hand...had the tolerance level of a frail tiny bubble, which this pathetic bottle, easily conquered and won over.
He had told this story time and again to Dorky, saying that it was a very mild issue resulting from genetics he had, that people like him had little to no tolerances for any type of alcohol. Either they’d drink numerous cups and never feel that drunkenness, or immediately get tipsy from a single shot glass. Jazzy probably was unaware of it all, the fizziness of the drink and his thirst making him down half the bottle in a single go. Now the sky-colored dragon was mumbling incoherent words out, all coming out as a garbled mess. His face had taken on a shade of red, contrasting against his scales. Then he rolled to lie on his front, acting like a cat.
“Do yoouuuuuu...think some spiders….are scared of themselves?” he managed out.
“I...don’t think so, Jazzy, quit showing your ass to me…” Dorky replied, rolling his eyes.
“DON’T....give me thaaaaaat...you lilshit….I’ll show my ass to anyone a body…”
Then suddenly, Jazzy stripped his shorts off, that being his only outerwear for the time being. His bikini briefs, a shade of blue darker than his scales, stood out quite strongly as he twirled the pants above his head.
“Jazzy, what the f-”
“You shut your bitchass mouth..and taaaake my ass!”
Dorky could only watch as Jazzy bent over, displaying his rear, tail raised up, and attempt to walk backwards to him. The drunk dragon then fell over, expectedly, tumbling on the sand and grass.
All the dark grey one could do was burst out into laughter, watching the poor inebriated dragon try to get back on his feet, only to collapse again and again. It was as if Jazzy’s spine had left for the day, leaving him sprawled over ass raised, haplessly tumbling about. Dorky laughed still, wiping away tears from his eyes, seeing the scene play out before him.
Though, he had smacked the blue dragon’s bare behind once or twice back at home, especially when he came out from a shower, donning only a towel. It barely annoyed the azure dragon, but became common enough that sometimes, Jazzy would emerge already dressed to prevent Dorky from making any moves. But eventually he had taken it in stride, exiting in whatever underwear he chose, and lying in the most obvious position for it. But now Drunk Jazzy suggested otherwise, in fact, downright asking for it at a place like this.
“Really, you wanna show your ass to me?” He taunted, snickering again as the cyan drunkard finally got to his feet.
“Oh...I’ll....show apples aaand color loud…” the blue dragon declared, pointing a finger at him. He had such a confident tone, marred slightly with his strange warped expression, but ultimately his being only in his bikini briefs spoiled that. If he had actually made sense with his words, there might have actually been some gravitas behind his claims
Jazzy then actually turned, showing his undieclad ass, smacking it and waving it before his roommate. All the while, Dorky stared in disbelief at how easily prone to suggestion he was.
Then Dorky smirked, the seed of an extremely terrible idea germinating in his head, growing into full harvest in the span of mere seconds. This was for the pranks he got, for the embarrassment he received on several occasions. This here, was the chance for sweet payback.
He took his phone out.
“I don’t believe you have a nice ass…”
“Well...fuhg you and you curtain bell,” Jazzy blurted out, brandishing the now empty bottle of grapeade, eyes unfocused.
“Prove it for me, dance like a stripper~”
Instantly, Dorky played some EDM music, and Jazzy responded by swaying his hips, smacking his own ass enticingly for his roommate. Even Dorky was utterly astounded too, seeing how he moved about, really getting suggestive with his moves. As the rhythm increased, so did the intensity of his dance, and when there were parts with loud bass, he did his own style of twerking. The dark grey dragon knew exactly what to do next, as a best friend ought to do when another friend is drunk.
Film it. Every last second of it.
Seeing the red light come on, Jazzy didn’t seem affected in the slightest, continuing to work out amateur dance moves to the beat of the music. He bounced on the balls of his feet, making his ass bounce at the camera view, his snug blue briefs highlighting his behind. Dorky then handed his own bottle of grapeade to the stripper before him, grinning as he watched Jazzy take another swig of it. It seemed like he was really getting into this whole thing, doing some struts, acting like the ground was a catwalk for him to model those cute undies to the camera. Sure dorky no longer had his drink, but since it would amplify or prolong Jazzy’s drunken stupor, it was a worthy investment.
-Snap-
-Snap-
Dorky took more pics.
Though he did his best, it took a substantial amount of will and teeth clenching on Dorky’s side to prevent him from laughing as he continued record this, zooming into Jazzy’s rear and trying to take some extra angles. This was totally a potential to be viral, the view online would be astronomical. Even if it would never hit a million views, the count would at least be in the six digit range, or five at worst. Half the time, Dorky had to look away, snickering to get it out of his system as much as he could, trying not to shake the camera too hard. It was too good to be true, and yet it was. Too much to handle, and yet it happened right before him.
“Uhh...yeah...feelin…..seeeeeeexy and freee…..beyatch!”
“Hahahaha! Go, go, go! You work that body, Jazz!”
-Snap-
Dorky watched on, seeing Jazzy doing more suggestivel dances, what with making his ass jiggle, or to be more risque and grope his own bulge for the camera. He pulled the sides of his blue bikinis up, accentuating the V shape of his underwear even more. All the while, Dorky sported the biggest, cheekiest grin on his face, already guessing the reaction his drunken companion would have when he turned sober the next day. There would be yelling, and a lot of laughter from his friends; Jazzy would be forever immortalized online as that one guy dancing around in some blue bikinis, and being extra lewd about it too. Chances were, Jazzy’s dignity would sink so low, he’d need to dig to find it, and possibly reach the Earth’s core first.
The thought in his head had bloomed well, becoming a wild success. And now a seedling of the forest had fallen not to far from it, growing into a totally new, more fiendishly cheeky, sly thought.
He zoomed in.
-Snap-
Heck, if he was going to have the time of his life seeing his intoxicated roommate humiliate himself, the obvious way was to fully go the distance for this. Jazzy had stopped dancing and had fallen on the ground once more, splayed out as if showing off his blue bikinis and becoming more random as he took another gulp of that grapeade. Dorky began another recording, and smirked.
“Sheep go cheep….sheepeee sheeEEepeeEE….”
“Heya Jazzy~”
“Jeebidi baaaa….babaaaalohhh…..bufaahhhloooooo….”
“I think we need to go grab a bite to eat...what say you help me... buy something~”
“Whahdafug….can’t...YOU….I wanna eat toOOoo…eat...a chellabeee….”
“Here’s twenty bucks...my treat~”
Jazzy then groaned, raising his ass, keeping his head down, and wiggling it for no one in particular. Dorky grinned and took even more pics of that, reduced to stupid giggling as his uninhibited friend was doing all sorts of acts in his briefs, all soon to be made timeless on the web.
-Snap-
Dorky changed angles again.
-Snap-
Then it happened, the blue dragon got up, taking the money, and turned to walk to the beach town, albeit stumbling every three or four steps.
All still in nothing but his briefs.
The only other way to describe this would be seeing someone slip on a banana in slow motion. It would be extremely funny, it would have him dying of laughter for the umpteeth time, but it would be a while before the payoff came.
Fucking worth it, he thought.
Dorky’s laughter could no longer be stifled, coming out repeated hisses which turned into a guffaw. He became overwhelmed by the hilarity of the situation, combined with sheer disbelief that his roommate was about to do something so brazenly and blatantly bizarre. His cheeks were shiny from tears trickling down the entire time, and his vision became unclear, light distorted all about. But he could care less, this was not a moment to be left in memory. It had to be captured. Now.
He then proceeded to keep a far distance, filming from behind as Jazzy walked, fearlessly, to where some tourists were at. The people around immediately noticed him, with his tripping and nearly falling a few times as he drank more from the bottle of Dorky’s grapeade. The people strolling nearby kept a distance from him, some quite entertained just by his efforts to walk without losing balance.. Others asked if he needed help, to which Jazzy gave some slurred speech, flapping his wings wildly. They backed away, cautious of this strange person. Fair enough, drunkards could turn dangerous, either by accident or by choice.
Most of them continued to watch, if only for a bit, then going back to eating or picking up from their interrupted conversations. Then the laughter came from one or two of them, who realized this overly tipsy dragon, was walking down the shops and cafes, was in naught but some skimpy bikinis.
Dorky had to stop once more, another laughing fit overtaking him.
The style of his underwear could have been passed off as swimwear. Dorky knew this to be so when doing laundry on his turn, seeing the label of the blue bikini and seeing how its material had a bit of lycra woven into it. But down the front was a center seam, a dead giveaway to the people around that Jazzy here was truly walking in public in his underwear. Even if people didn’t believe so, at the back, the label of his briefs were sticking out, adding to the realization. To top it all, the afternoon sun made him stick out, and the bright blue of his bikini briefs easily grabbed attention like a magnet.
-Snap-
-Snap-
He went on, past some streets, even turning to try to enter a convenience store but decided against it when he failed to even pull the door open. By now people were taking their own pics of him as well, and more laughter joined the growing chorus. Not only that, he had moved to a busier street, one where many people were gathered to wait for the red light to change. Drivers, passengers, bystanders, everyone and anyone eventually got to feasting their eyes on one underwear-clad, uninhibited Jazzy, who didn’t even give a damn.
“This drunk ass is only in his undies…”
“Oh my god they look so skimpy.”
He seemed to be in his own world, singing a song out loud to himself, going from actual lyrics, switching from song to song, to occasionally stopping to interact with things. Soon as he came across to the nearby lamppost, he went and did some weird pole dances, even obscenely humping it a bit. Then, Drunk Jazzy came across the wall of a flower shop and purposely pressed his ass against the glass, mooning the people inside, too drunk to care that hundreds had seen him in his briefs. The ladies inside averted their eyes, and there was mild confusion, all caused by this bikini-clad dragon.
Dorky’s sides began to ache from the constant laughter he was getting, still clandestinely filming his roommate going through the busy city in such a state of undress. Even as he wiped his cheeks with his shirt to get rid of the tears, they’d return in full force when Jazzy did something else twice as ridiculous. At this point, his sleeve areas had some darkened spots where dried tears were absorbed into, and he was more that certain his eyes would overflow once again.
Jazzy’s next thing was the game store, selling the latest release of consoles. He had actually stopped, eyes glued to the television displaying numerous trailers of video games set to be released next year. Mindless giggles could be heard from him, as he started to try to imitate the characters on screen.
The people inside were more than shocked, their astounded faces mirroring each other as they watched this one sky-colored dragon, do action poses and punches in just his briefs. Here, the children nearby were screaming with laughter, chuckles filling the air as they pointed, making comments about his underwear. Dorky could make out a few jeers, some talking about his ass, another riddled with questions and asking her father. A circle of spectators was slowly forming, but backed off as Jazzy tried a kick, only to lose balance as expected, crashing like a ragdoll to the ground.
No surprise there. He’d spent ten minutes trying not to fall while going up an incline.
Dorky positioned his phone.
-Snap-
Suddenly, one of the teenagers playfully yanked on Jazzy’s underwear, pulling it down to expose his ass. A hand raised up, and smacked down firmly on the right cheek, repeatedly.
Instant laughter, roaring from the other teens, which this sudden assailant must have been part of, thundered across the air. Dorky felt concerned, seeing Jazzy groaning in pain, pulling his bikinis up as the teens left, and once again resuming his journey. He had decided to respond by blowing a super long raspberry, which didn’t really add to his vanishing dignity. Considering he had the common sense to pull his undies up, it seemed he was not totally lost. By now, he wasn’t sure what Jazzy was thinking, finishing up the grapeade and marking it with a rather loud belch. The food area of the city was long behind them, and this part of the area was the malls and banks and one or two hotels. But that worry faded once more as he watched Jazzy bump straight into a wall.
“Gnnn! I’m gonna egg on you and chicken it up..sa….wahhhh?”
The wall had a poster, advertising a gym, with the model in it looking rather menacing, lifting a barbell. Jazzy now started to frown, arguing back with the picture in his own drunken language.
“Fucking hell,” Dorky whispered, snickering away.
“Don’t you....gimme dat sheeet..you mussel boy…you just...fly up a lollipop...poppu…”
“...”
This went on for over ten minutes, the sight of a dragon clad in bright blue bikini undies, talking on and on to the image. Jazzy began to have a strange conversation with the poster’s model, often derailing and coming back to an entirely different topic or getting super emotional. Dorky tried to make sense of it, catching unconnected words together, making it twice as hilarious. Something about rain, and then guitars, then a dog, someone named Harris. Wait, was that what he named the person in the poster? Now Jazzy was actually crying, as if being consoled by a two dimensional graphic design. Most of the people passing by immediately presumed he was insane, no longer interested. Dorky however, was experiencing his third pain in hid stomach, absolutely bowled over by Jazzy’s drunken antics.
“Oh my god...Jazzy’s actually trying to hug the poster…” Dorky said, giggling.
“FINE! Be like that...you...you prindlewa...das...curry pie…”
Jazzy pushed away from it, giving it a very comical slap, as if it were a real person, and walked away, bottle still in hand. Dorky merely zoomed the camera in on his ass, where he had tugged his bikinis up a bit too much, and it showed the contours of his ass more clearly than before.
“Blue scales, and bluer bikinis...God that’s a perfect title,” the dark grey dragon mused.
It seemed the drunken dragon was still intent on grabbing food, and made his way to a roadside vendor. There were people queueing, and this did not sit too well with them. The smell of grilled sausage was in the air, and Jazzy stumbled and hobbled past the line of people, reaching the one operating the stand.
“Umm sir, please you’re-”
“I wanna get...a hotdog...and the burgersen frieeees….the fri…..”
“Oh my god he’s in his underwear!”
“Hey creep, get lost, will ya?”
“I...am…” Jazzy burped, “lost...in a shish kebab!
He actually picked at his bulge, adjusting himself in view of the people, which angered one of them even more.
“This dick’s cutting in line!”
“I’m….a SEXY LIDDLE MAAAAN!” Jazzy responded suddenly, loud and clear.
Dorky then rushed in, playing the role of a concerned friend, knowing he had to bail his wasted friend out some time soon, lest the people actually beat him up.
“So sorry people, my friend’s really wasted. I’ll be taking him back now, I really hope he didn’t ruin your time-”
He played that part well, pacifying the disgruntled and befuddled people in the line. It had nearly gotten dangerously close to an altercation, and Dorky didn’t want Jazzy to suddenly wake and wonder why he was in a hospital.
“Dorky...you let my ass go...I...gotta,” another burp, “tacos…”
“I didn’t feel hungry anymore Jazzy, let’s go, alright-wha-?”
Jazzy leaned on Dorky, sliding and falling, but not before grabbing on something to try to hold him up. Except this ‘thing’ was Dorky’s shorts, and as it came down, his tighty-whities were now on display to everyone.
“Oww…..my...everywhere…”
“Goddamn it Jazzy!”
The laughter came again, and Dorky, though red-faced, found himself tugging his pants up, hastily escorting Drunken Blue away. Even in this, Jazzy had accidentally gotten a laugh in.
“I wanna have...more fingers to...wert...poiooo…..”
“Holy fuck, Jazzy…”
He grunted, guiding his roommate away back through the same route. Sure there were more people laughing at Jazzy, but Dorky had to bring this wasted dragon back.
Dorky sat by their car, enjoying the slices of some pizza. He had made sure its cheesy tendrils didn’t swing everywhere, as he took another bite out, tasting the wondrous blend of mushroom and sausage. The sun was setting low, and the sky above was leaking out the last traces of sunlight through its thick clouds. Azure hues turned to purple shades, and the first of many stars began to show themselves, twinkling as if announcing their arrival to beautiful the endless expanse above. Jazzy on the other hand, was lying on the ground, obviously knocked out from his ‘overdose’ of alcohol. Dorky hadn’t bothered to dress him, smirking as people walked by, surprised to see a dragon sleeping on the grass, clad in such skimpy blue bikinis.
A pepperoni slice threatened to slide off the slice Dorky held, and he hastily bit at it, nearly scalding his tongue as he did he best to save the other toppings from dropping off the pizza. Jazzy would be entirely unaware of all that had happened just now, and even worse, would miss out on this delicious mushroom and meat combo.
Solely just for shits and giggles, Dorky snapped a few more pics of his knocked out friend, laying on the ground, snoring even, though it was barely fit to call it nighttime. Still, everything so far felt absolutely surreal, what with witnessing his roommate dance like a stripper, walk through the city in his underwear, even attempt to buy food too. Just seeing the videos once more had him chuckling, as if the laughter was a contagious disease acting up. Jazzy’s butt smack on video caused fresh tears to roll down his cheeks again, Dorky absolutely entertained by all this. This was just too good, comedy gold to be treasured for weeks and weeks to come. He had to save backup copies, and plan when to suddenly play this out. At anytime Jazzy was with friends, this was his ammo to prank him.
“Huh, maybe next time I ought to have you drink this again…” He remarked, finishing another slice of pizza, chuckling softly.
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“DOOOOOORKYYYYYY!!!!!!”
To be honest, coming here by the beach with his friend was just the right thing to do as they waited for their hotel room to be made ready. Relaxing here, where the sun was bright but not humid, greeted by the sea, it was just sublime and oh so picturesque. There were many pictures taken of just the view, be it of the sea and sky, or the colorful town buildings, or the mountains at the far distance. This was undoubtedly a place that was practically filled with scenery potential, which was not wasted on a few people who had set up easels, getting to work on recreating the splendour before them. The air was filled with the smell of food, coming from the restaurants nearby, and the melodies of beach side buskers joined in, really giving that vacation feel that they were looking for. Not to mention, there were lots of attractive bodies to look at, both the men in their trunks, or the women in bikinis.
Then he gazed upon Jazzy, his roommate back at home, and now his vacation buddy, lying on a mat just a few feet in front of him, giggling at seemingly nothing.
Admittedly, getting the grapeade with alcoholic content, was an innocent oversight.
Dorky looked at the bottle label again, 4.7% alcohol, which was very miniscule. His tolerance was enough that he could go through a few bottles of rum and still ace a boss fight on Dark Spirits. Jazzy on the other hand...had the tolerance level of a frail tiny bubble, which this pathetic bottle, easily conquered and won over.
He had told this story time and again to Dorky, saying that it was a very mild issue resulting from genetics he had, that people like him had little to no tolerances for any type of alcohol. Either they’d drink numerous cups and never feel that drunkenness, or immediately get tipsy from a single shot glass. Jazzy probably was unaware of it all, the fizziness of the drink and his thirst making him down half the bottle in a single go. Now the sky-colored dragon was mumbling incoherent words out, all coming out as a garbled mess. His face had taken on a shade of red, contrasting against his scales. Then he rolled to lie on his front, acting like a cat.
“Do yoouuuuuu...think some spiders….are scared of themselves?” he managed out.
“I...don’t think so, Jazzy, quit showing your ass to me…” Dorky replied, rolling his eyes.
“DON’T....give me thaaaaaat...you lilshit….I’ll show my ass to anyone a body…”
Then suddenly, Jazzy stripped his shorts off, that being his only outerwear for the time being. His bikini briefs, a shade of blue darker than his scales, stood out quite strongly as he twirled the pants above his head.
“Jazzy, what the f-”
“You shut your bitchass mouth..and taaaake my ass!”
Dorky could only watch as Jazzy bent over, displaying his rear, tail raised up, and attempt to walk backwards to him. The drunk dragon then fell over, expectedly, tumbling on the sand and grass.
All the dark grey one could do was burst out into laughter, watching the poor inebriated dragon try to get back on his feet, only to collapse again and again. It was as if Jazzy’s spine had left for the day, leaving him sprawled over ass raised, haplessly tumbling about. Dorky laughed still, wiping away tears from his eyes, seeing the scene play out before him.
Though, he had smacked the blue dragon’s bare behind once or twice back at home, especially when he came out from a shower, donning only a towel. It barely annoyed the azure dragon, but became common enough that sometimes, Jazzy would emerge already dressed to prevent Dorky from making any moves. But eventually he had taken it in stride, exiting in whatever underwear he chose, and lying in the most obvious position for it. But now Drunk Jazzy suggested otherwise, in fact, downright asking for it at a place like this.
“Really, you wanna show your ass to me?” He taunted, snickering again as the cyan drunkard finally got to his feet.
“Oh...I’ll....show apples aaand color loud…” the blue dragon declared, pointing a finger at him. He had such a confident tone, marred slightly with his strange warped expression, but ultimately his being only in his bikini briefs spoiled that. If he had actually made sense with his words, there might have actually been some gravitas behind his claims
Jazzy then actually turned, showing his undieclad ass, smacking it and waving it before his roommate. All the while, Dorky stared in disbelief at how easily prone to suggestion he was.
Then Dorky smirked, the seed of an extremely terrible idea germinating in his head, growing into full harvest in the span of mere seconds. This was for the pranks he got, for the embarrassment he received on several occasions. This here, was the chance for sweet payback.
He took his phone out.
“I don’t believe you have a nice ass…”
“Well...fuhg you and you curtain bell,” Jazzy blurted out, brandishing the now empty bottle of grapeade, eyes unfocused.
“Prove it for me, dance like a stripper~”
Instantly, Dorky played some EDM music, and Jazzy responded by swaying his hips, smacking his own ass enticingly for his roommate. Even Dorky was utterly astounded too, seeing how he moved about, really getting suggestive with his moves. As the rhythm increased, so did the intensity of his dance, and when there were parts with loud bass, he did his own style of twerking. The dark grey dragon knew exactly what to do next, as a best friend ought to do when another friend is drunk.
Film it. Every last second of it.
Seeing the red light come on, Jazzy didn’t seem affected in the slightest, continuing to work out amateur dance moves to the beat of the music. He bounced on the balls of his feet, making his ass bounce at the camera view, his snug blue briefs highlighting his behind. Dorky then handed his own bottle of grapeade to the stripper before him, grinning as he watched Jazzy take another swig of it. It seemed like he was really getting into this whole thing, doing some struts, acting like the ground was a catwalk for him to model those cute undies to the camera. Sure dorky no longer had his drink, but since it would amplify or prolong Jazzy’s drunken stupor, it was a worthy investment.
-Snap-
-Snap-
Dorky took more pics.
Though he did his best, it took a substantial amount of will and teeth clenching on Dorky’s side to prevent him from laughing as he continued record this, zooming into Jazzy’s rear and trying to take some extra angles. This was totally a potential to be viral, the view online would be astronomical. Even if it would never hit a million views, the count would at least be in the six digit range, or five at worst. Half the time, Dorky had to look away, snickering to get it out of his system as much as he could, trying not to shake the camera too hard. It was too good to be true, and yet it was. Too much to handle, and yet it happened right before him.
“Uhh...yeah...feelin…..seeeeeeexy and freee…..beyatch!”
“Hahahaha! Go, go, go! You work that body, Jazz!”
-Snap-
Dorky watched on, seeing Jazzy doing more suggestivel dances, what with making his ass jiggle, or to be more risque and grope his own bulge for the camera. He pulled the sides of his blue bikinis up, accentuating the V shape of his underwear even more. All the while, Dorky sported the biggest, cheekiest grin on his face, already guessing the reaction his drunken companion would have when he turned sober the next day. There would be yelling, and a lot of laughter from his friends; Jazzy would be forever immortalized online as that one guy dancing around in some blue bikinis, and being extra lewd about it too. Chances were, Jazzy’s dignity would sink so low, he’d need to dig to find it, and possibly reach the Earth’s core first.
The thought in his head had bloomed well, becoming a wild success. And now a seedling of the forest had fallen not to far from it, growing into a totally new, more fiendishly cheeky, sly thought.
He zoomed in.
-Snap-
Heck, if he was going to have the time of his life seeing his intoxicated roommate humiliate himself, the obvious way was to fully go the distance for this. Jazzy had stopped dancing and had fallen on the ground once more, splayed out as if showing off his blue bikinis and becoming more random as he took another gulp of that grapeade. Dorky began another recording, and smirked.
“Sheep go cheep….sheepeee sheeEEepeeEE….”
“Heya Jazzy~”
“Jeebidi baaaa….babaaaalohhh…..bufaahhhloooooo….”
“I think we need to go grab a bite to eat...what say you help me... buy something~”
“Whahdafug….can’t...YOU….I wanna eat toOOoo…eat...a chellabeee….”
“Here’s twenty bucks...my treat~”
Jazzy then groaned, raising his ass, keeping his head down, and wiggling it for no one in particular. Dorky grinned and took even more pics of that, reduced to stupid giggling as his uninhibited friend was doing all sorts of acts in his briefs, all soon to be made timeless on the web.
-Snap-
Dorky changed angles again.
-Snap-
Then it happened, the blue dragon got up, taking the money, and turned to walk to the beach town, albeit stumbling every three or four steps.
All still in nothing but his briefs.
The only other way to describe this would be seeing someone slip on a banana in slow motion. It would be extremely funny, it would have him dying of laughter for the umpteeth time, but it would be a while before the payoff came.
Fucking worth it, he thought.
Dorky’s laughter could no longer be stifled, coming out repeated hisses which turned into a guffaw. He became overwhelmed by the hilarity of the situation, combined with sheer disbelief that his roommate was about to do something so brazenly and blatantly bizarre. His cheeks were shiny from tears trickling down the entire time, and his vision became unclear, light distorted all about. But he could care less, this was not a moment to be left in memory. It had to be captured. Now.
He then proceeded to keep a far distance, filming from behind as Jazzy walked, fearlessly, to where some tourists were at. The people around immediately noticed him, with his tripping and nearly falling a few times as he drank more from the bottle of Dorky’s grapeade. The people strolling nearby kept a distance from him, some quite entertained just by his efforts to walk without losing balance.. Others asked if he needed help, to which Jazzy gave some slurred speech, flapping his wings wildly. They backed away, cautious of this strange person. Fair enough, drunkards could turn dangerous, either by accident or by choice.
Most of them continued to watch, if only for a bit, then going back to eating or picking up from their interrupted conversations. Then the laughter came from one or two of them, who realized this overly tipsy dragon, was walking down the shops and cafes, was in naught but some skimpy bikinis.
Dorky had to stop once more, another laughing fit overtaking him.
The style of his underwear could have been passed off as swimwear. Dorky knew this to be so when doing laundry on his turn, seeing the label of the blue bikini and seeing how its material had a bit of lycra woven into it. But down the front was a center seam, a dead giveaway to the people around that Jazzy here was truly walking in public in his underwear. Even if people didn’t believe so, at the back, the label of his briefs were sticking out, adding to the realization. To top it all, the afternoon sun made him stick out, and the bright blue of his bikini briefs easily grabbed attention like a magnet.
-Snap-
-Snap-
He went on, past some streets, even turning to try to enter a convenience store but decided against it when he failed to even pull the door open. By now people were taking their own pics of him as well, and more laughter joined the growing chorus. Not only that, he had moved to a busier street, one where many people were gathered to wait for the red light to change. Drivers, passengers, bystanders, everyone and anyone eventually got to feasting their eyes on one underwear-clad, uninhibited Jazzy, who didn’t even give a damn.
“This drunk ass is only in his undies…”
“Oh my god they look so skimpy.”
He seemed to be in his own world, singing a song out loud to himself, going from actual lyrics, switching from song to song, to occasionally stopping to interact with things. Soon as he came across to the nearby lamppost, he went and did some weird pole dances, even obscenely humping it a bit. Then, Drunk Jazzy came across the wall of a flower shop and purposely pressed his ass against the glass, mooning the people inside, too drunk to care that hundreds had seen him in his briefs. The ladies inside averted their eyes, and there was mild confusion, all caused by this bikini-clad dragon.
Dorky’s sides began to ache from the constant laughter he was getting, still clandestinely filming his roommate going through the busy city in such a state of undress. Even as he wiped his cheeks with his shirt to get rid of the tears, they’d return in full force when Jazzy did something else twice as ridiculous. At this point, his sleeve areas had some darkened spots where dried tears were absorbed into, and he was more that certain his eyes would overflow once again.
Jazzy’s next thing was the game store, selling the latest release of consoles. He had actually stopped, eyes glued to the television displaying numerous trailers of video games set to be released next year. Mindless giggles could be heard from him, as he started to try to imitate the characters on screen.
The people inside were more than shocked, their astounded faces mirroring each other as they watched this one sky-colored dragon, do action poses and punches in just his briefs. Here, the children nearby were screaming with laughter, chuckles filling the air as they pointed, making comments about his underwear. Dorky could make out a few jeers, some talking about his ass, another riddled with questions and asking her father. A circle of spectators was slowly forming, but backed off as Jazzy tried a kick, only to lose balance as expected, crashing like a ragdoll to the ground.
No surprise there. He’d spent ten minutes trying not to fall while going up an incline.
Dorky positioned his phone.
-Snap-
Suddenly, one of the teenagers playfully yanked on Jazzy’s underwear, pulling it down to expose his ass. A hand raised up, and smacked down firmly on the right cheek, repeatedly.
Instant laughter, roaring from the other teens, which this sudden assailant must have been part of, thundered across the air. Dorky felt concerned, seeing Jazzy groaning in pain, pulling his bikinis up as the teens left, and once again resuming his journey. He had decided to respond by blowing a super long raspberry, which didn’t really add to his vanishing dignity. Considering he had the common sense to pull his undies up, it seemed he was not totally lost. By now, he wasn’t sure what Jazzy was thinking, finishing up the grapeade and marking it with a rather loud belch. The food area of the city was long behind them, and this part of the area was the malls and banks and one or two hotels. But that worry faded once more as he watched Jazzy bump straight into a wall.
“Gnnn! I’m gonna egg on you and chicken it up..sa….wahhhh?”
The wall had a poster, advertising a gym, with the model in it looking rather menacing, lifting a barbell. Jazzy now started to frown, arguing back with the picture in his own drunken language.
“Fucking hell,” Dorky whispered, snickering away.
“Don’t you....gimme dat sheeet..you mussel boy…you just...fly up a lollipop...poppu…”
“...”
This went on for over ten minutes, the sight of a dragon clad in bright blue bikini undies, talking on and on to the image. Jazzy began to have a strange conversation with the poster’s model, often derailing and coming back to an entirely different topic or getting super emotional. Dorky tried to make sense of it, catching unconnected words together, making it twice as hilarious. Something about rain, and then guitars, then a dog, someone named Harris. Wait, was that what he named the person in the poster? Now Jazzy was actually crying, as if being consoled by a two dimensional graphic design. Most of the people passing by immediately presumed he was insane, no longer interested. Dorky however, was experiencing his third pain in hid stomach, absolutely bowled over by Jazzy’s drunken antics.
“Oh my god...Jazzy’s actually trying to hug the poster…” Dorky said, giggling.
“FINE! Be like that...you...you prindlewa...das...curry pie…”
Jazzy pushed away from it, giving it a very comical slap, as if it were a real person, and walked away, bottle still in hand. Dorky merely zoomed the camera in on his ass, where he had tugged his bikinis up a bit too much, and it showed the contours of his ass more clearly than before.
“Blue scales, and bluer bikinis...God that’s a perfect title,” the dark grey dragon mused.
It seemed the drunken dragon was still intent on grabbing food, and made his way to a roadside vendor. There were people queueing, and this did not sit too well with them. The smell of grilled sausage was in the air, and Jazzy stumbled and hobbled past the line of people, reaching the one operating the stand.
“Umm sir, please you’re-”
“I wanna get...a hotdog...and the burgersen frieeees….the fri…..”
“Oh my god he’s in his underwear!”
“Hey creep, get lost, will ya?”
“I...am…” Jazzy burped, “lost...in a shish kebab!
He actually picked at his bulge, adjusting himself in view of the people, which angered one of them even more.
“This dick’s cutting in line!”
“I’m….a SEXY LIDDLE MAAAAN!” Jazzy responded suddenly, loud and clear.
Dorky then rushed in, playing the role of a concerned friend, knowing he had to bail his wasted friend out some time soon, lest the people actually beat him up.
“So sorry people, my friend’s really wasted. I’ll be taking him back now, I really hope he didn’t ruin your time-”
He played that part well, pacifying the disgruntled and befuddled people in the line. It had nearly gotten dangerously close to an altercation, and Dorky didn’t want Jazzy to suddenly wake and wonder why he was in a hospital.
“Dorky...you let my ass go...I...gotta,” another burp, “tacos…”
“I didn’t feel hungry anymore Jazzy, let’s go, alright-wha-?”
Jazzy leaned on Dorky, sliding and falling, but not before grabbing on something to try to hold him up. Except this ‘thing’ was Dorky’s shorts, and as it came down, his tighty-whities were now on display to everyone.
“Oww…..my...everywhere…”
“Goddamn it Jazzy!”
The laughter came again, and Dorky, though red-faced, found himself tugging his pants up, hastily escorting Drunken Blue away. Even in this, Jazzy had accidentally gotten a laugh in.
“I wanna have...more fingers to...wert...poiooo…..”
“Holy fuck, Jazzy…”
He grunted, guiding his roommate away back through the same route. Sure there were more people laughing at Jazzy, but Dorky had to bring this wasted dragon back.
Dorky sat by their car, enjoying the slices of some pizza. He had made sure its cheesy tendrils didn’t swing everywhere, as he took another bite out, tasting the wondrous blend of mushroom and sausage. The sun was setting low, and the sky above was leaking out the last traces of sunlight through its thick clouds. Azure hues turned to purple shades, and the first of many stars began to show themselves, twinkling as if announcing their arrival to beautiful the endless expanse above. Jazzy on the other hand, was lying on the ground, obviously knocked out from his ‘overdose’ of alcohol. Dorky hadn’t bothered to dress him, smirking as people walked by, surprised to see a dragon sleeping on the grass, clad in such skimpy blue bikinis.
A pepperoni slice threatened to slide off the slice Dorky held, and he hastily bit at it, nearly scalding his tongue as he did he best to save the other toppings from dropping off the pizza. Jazzy would be entirely unaware of all that had happened just now, and even worse, would miss out on this delicious mushroom and meat combo.
Solely just for shits and giggles, Dorky snapped a few more pics of his knocked out friend, laying on the ground, snoring even, though it was barely fit to call it nighttime. Still, everything so far felt absolutely surreal, what with witnessing his roommate dance like a stripper, walk through the city in his underwear, even attempt to buy food too. Just seeing the videos once more had him chuckling, as if the laughter was a contagious disease acting up. Jazzy’s butt smack on video caused fresh tears to roll down his cheeks again, Dorky absolutely entertained by all this. This was just too good, comedy gold to be treasured for weeks and weeks to come. He had to save backup copies, and plan when to suddenly play this out. At anytime Jazzy was with friends, this was his ammo to prank him.
“Huh, maybe next time I ought to have you drink this again…” He remarked, finishing another slice of pizza, chuckling softly.
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“DOOOOOORKYYYYYY!!!!!!”
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