Prompt 3: Celebratory drinks - Team Present
Title: Celebratory drinks.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Hints at Ohmiya and general group love.
Summary: After the filming for the We Can Make It! PV, Arashi go out for celebratory drinks.
Prompt: We Can Make It!
Warnings: Drunken Arashi. Aiba English. Excessive amounts of groping on Nino’s part.
Notes: Thank you to the person who put up with my chaotic “I don’t know what to write!” keysmashing, and my constant spamming, every couple of paragraphs or so XD;;
All in all, the filming for the We Can Make It! PV had gone fairly normally. Nino had spent the majority of his time, when he wasn’t being filmed, playing games, as per usual; everyone had given up on trying to make him give input long ago - as long as he ultimately knew what he was supposed to do, they couldn’t see the harm in just letting him play (they could, however, see the harm in not letting him play - such things usually led to angry glares, heightened sarcasm, and other things that everyone strongly wished to avoid).
At some point during filming - most likely when he’d started getting bored, because Jun hadn’t quite finished confirming every possible technicality he could think of - Ohno had taken to sitting behind Nino and peering at the screen of the light blue Nintendo DS, his chin resting comfortably against Nino’s shoulder. He didn’t know what game the other was playing, nor did he particularly care, because whilst whatever it was had been proving to be entertaining enough, it wasn’t so thrillingly exciting that Ohno felt the need to run off and buy it for himself.
Nino didn’t seem to mind Ohno’s intrusion - which was just as well, because Ohno had no intention of leaving - and just moved the DS accommodatingly, so that it was easier for the older man to see the screen. Even if Nino didn’t mind, everyone else had to worry about Ohno entering Nino’s personal bubble, because whilst Nino was always miraculously able to pay full attention to his game and still be able to listen for instructions, everyone had to doubt that the same could be said for Ohno; unfortunately, trying to drag Ohno back out of that bubble would most likely result in Nino unleashing his angry glares and heightened sarcasm on them all, and so they had to let Ohno stay - because really, none of them could be bothered to put up with the consequences (they just hoped that Ohno would manage to magically know what he was meant to be doing, like Nino always could).
Jun finally finished playing twenty (thousand) questions after about ten minutes, and Nino paused the game so they could start filming; once his DS was lovingly put out of the way on the chair Nino had been occupying (it efficiently managed to save his seat as well, for no one dared to touch the beloved DS) they were ready to begin.
By some miracle, they actually managed to pull things off in a fairly small amount of takes, and so finished relatively quickly; Aiba, Sho and Jun measured how long filming had lasted in hours and minutes, Ohno and Nino measured it in how many levels Nino had managed to get through in his game - both methods of measuring gave the same outcome, in this case, and so it was determined that, for a PV shooting, this one hadn’t taken too long.
Once Nino had beaten the tenth level boss and saved his game, it had been announced that they were going out for celebratory drinks - no one had much of a say in it really, because Aiba had decided, and once Aiba had decided on something he tended to not let people say no. And that was how they found themselves huddled around a table in the corner of a nearby bar, a significant number of empty bottles and glasses revealing how much they’d already drunk as Nino groped an unsuspecting, hysterically laughing Ohno for the fourteenth time that night.
No one else was much better than Nino; Aiba had his arms flung over Sho and Jun’s shoulders, and was proclaiming in broken English that he loved them and that Arashi was “Very very beautiful amazing starfish” - whatever that was meant to mean. Ohno’s hysterical laughter had been set off by a slur in Sho’s speech which hadn’t really been particularly funny, but Ohno was drunk, and when Ohno was drunk everything was funny.
When Nino’s grope count for Ohno had reached fifteen, he decided that it might be a nice idea to start one for Jun as well - purely because Jun was sitting on his other side, and was therefore easier to reach than both Sho and Aiba. Jun had responded to grope number one with a sharp warning slap to Nino’s hand. Grope number two had received much the same response, but by the time it got to eight, nine and ten Jun had just decided he might as well just drink another few beers - it wasn’t like Nino’s alcohol induced wandering hands were anything new to him (or any of them, for that matter).
Another significant increase in empty glasses and bottles, thirteen love confessions from Aiba, and twenty gropes later, no one showed any sign of slowing. Aiba had somehow wormed his way onto Sho’s lap and was declaring that it was the comfiest thing he had ever sat on, except for maybe his sofa; Ohno’s hysterical laughter had returned at that declaration, which had only resulted in the laughter spreading until they were all in hysterics, none of them quite sure why they were even laughing anymore.
Somehow, every sentence Aiba said managed to set Ohno off in another bout of laughter, some more so than others - the one about MatsuJun’s small chin seemed to have been a particularly hilarious one, especially when teamed with the dramatic hand gestures which had come dangerously close to making Sho lose an eye (“JunJunJun. Your chin’s small. Small like a... What’s small?... Like a small thing. Like a MatsuChin. I LOVE MATSUCHIN.”)
Another round of drinks later, Aiba had returned to nonsensical English; he appeared to be talking about the PV they’d just filmed, but no one was really too sure, because a drunk Aiba speaking English never tended to make all that much sense. Of course when Aiba spoke English, he demanded that the others replied in English as well - a fact that they all knew well, even when they’d consumed as much alcohol as they had; apparently it was only right to answer English with English, no matter how broken it was.
“We are men beautiful video.”
“…..YEAH!”
“We can very make it!”
“YEAH.”
“YEAH!!”
“YEAH!”
“WE ARE YEAH!”
“YEAH!”
For all that Aiba was a loud drunk, Ohno was a giggly drunk and Nino was an affectionate (or just downright indecent) drunk, Sho was a fairly quiet one. He would sit and drink quietly, until he was intoxicated enough for sitting upright to have become a hard task; and so as they reached whatever round of drinks they had reached (because really, no one had bothered to count) Sho found himself tilting a dangerous degree to the right - no doubt his lapful of Aiba was all that was keeping him from just falling off the chair.
At some point during their time together as Arashi, Sho had become their measure for when they should stop drinking, and the method tended to work fairly well - when Sho was no longer upright, it was time to go home.
By some miracle they all managed to successfully stuff themselves into a taxi with minimal accidents and were soon on their way to Aiba’s apartment - Aiba’s had been chosen because Nino and Jun, even when drunk, weren’t stupid enough to let a drunk Aiba into their apartments, and it had been decided many years previous that neither Ohno’s, nor Sho’s parents would particularly appreciate the five of them stumbling loudly through the front door and collapsing in a hysterically laughing pile on the living room floor, before promptly falling asleep (it had happened before, much to Sho’s dismay, and none of them particularly wanted a repeat experience).
The confined space available in the taxi meant that no one (with the exception of the taxi driver and Jun - who sat in the front because no matter how hard they tried, with all Aiba’s flailing, and Sho’s inability to be even vaguely upright they simply couldn’t fit five of them in the back) managed to escape Nino’s wandering hands - and Aiba’s after he had been groped once and decided to join in. After countless yelps on Sho’s part and giggle’s on Ohno’s, they reached Aiba’s apartment, where they did their usual trick of noisily stumbling through the door in one big cluster - Aiba’s neighbours would probably have something to say about that the next day - and through to the living room, where they promptly became a hysterically laughing pile on the floor, as usual. Usually, no one was really sure what they were laughing at; it could generally be deduced that Ohno was laughing simply because of the act of falling down, but it was always hard to tell with everyone else.
On this particular occasion Jun appeared to be laughing because Aiba’s foot was wiggling helplessly not too far from his face, and the man was wearing a sock with a snowman design - and really, it wasn’t even vaguely near winter yet. Nino may well have been laughing because he had succeeded in getting Ohno to grope him back - and it was highly possible that Sho was laughing because he had noticed the ridiculously (and rather impressively) indecent grabbing contest that was going on between the two of them. Aiba was probably just laughing for the hell of it, really.
As usual, once their laughter had died down the five of them fell asleep in various, not particularly comfortable, positions; limbs were flung anywhere and everywhere, and Nino appeared to have forgotten to remove his hand from the vicinity of Ohno’s backside.
Needless to say, when they woke up the next morning they weren’t feeling their best - they never did after a night of drinking - and everyone was far more subdued than they had been the previous day. The staff would never admit it, but they couldn’t help looking forward to the day after Arashi’s celebratory trips to a bar - those days were the only days that they didn’t have to worry about answering Jun’s excessive number of questions and confirmations about what they were meant to be doing, or Aiba causing havoc, or Nino deciding to ‘take a break’ (which usually consisted of him grabbing Ohno’s hand and leaving the building until the exact time they were needed. The infuriating thing was that the staff could never complain about these ‘breaks’, because Nino somehow managed to never be late, yet they still had to frantically search for him on the off chance that he actually was late that particular day).
And so as the five of them turned up at some ridiculously early time, all of them sporting mussed hair and the symptoms of fairly bad hangovers, only to collapse in another - not nearly so hysterical - pile in their dressing room, the staff knew that they were in for a peaceful day; by the next morning - when Arashi were back to their usual selves - they were already secretly anticipating the next time the group went out for celebratory drinks.
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Poll Team Present - Celebratory drinks
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Hints at Ohmiya and general group love.
Summary: After the filming for the We Can Make It! PV, Arashi go out for celebratory drinks.
Prompt: We Can Make It!
Warnings: Drunken Arashi. Aiba English. Excessive amounts of groping on Nino’s part.
Notes: Thank you to the person who put up with my chaotic “I don’t know what to write!” keysmashing, and my constant spamming, every couple of paragraphs or so XD;;
All in all, the filming for the We Can Make It! PV had gone fairly normally. Nino had spent the majority of his time, when he wasn’t being filmed, playing games, as per usual; everyone had given up on trying to make him give input long ago - as long as he ultimately knew what he was supposed to do, they couldn’t see the harm in just letting him play (they could, however, see the harm in not letting him play - such things usually led to angry glares, heightened sarcasm, and other things that everyone strongly wished to avoid).
At some point during filming - most likely when he’d started getting bored, because Jun hadn’t quite finished confirming every possible technicality he could think of - Ohno had taken to sitting behind Nino and peering at the screen of the light blue Nintendo DS, his chin resting comfortably against Nino’s shoulder. He didn’t know what game the other was playing, nor did he particularly care, because whilst whatever it was had been proving to be entertaining enough, it wasn’t so thrillingly exciting that Ohno felt the need to run off and buy it for himself.
Nino didn’t seem to mind Ohno’s intrusion - which was just as well, because Ohno had no intention of leaving - and just moved the DS accommodatingly, so that it was easier for the older man to see the screen. Even if Nino didn’t mind, everyone else had to worry about Ohno entering Nino’s personal bubble, because whilst Nino was always miraculously able to pay full attention to his game and still be able to listen for instructions, everyone had to doubt that the same could be said for Ohno; unfortunately, trying to drag Ohno back out of that bubble would most likely result in Nino unleashing his angry glares and heightened sarcasm on them all, and so they had to let Ohno stay - because really, none of them could be bothered to put up with the consequences (they just hoped that Ohno would manage to magically know what he was meant to be doing, like Nino always could).
Jun finally finished playing twenty (thousand) questions after about ten minutes, and Nino paused the game so they could start filming; once his DS was lovingly put out of the way on the chair Nino had been occupying (it efficiently managed to save his seat as well, for no one dared to touch the beloved DS) they were ready to begin.
By some miracle, they actually managed to pull things off in a fairly small amount of takes, and so finished relatively quickly; Aiba, Sho and Jun measured how long filming had lasted in hours and minutes, Ohno and Nino measured it in how many levels Nino had managed to get through in his game - both methods of measuring gave the same outcome, in this case, and so it was determined that, for a PV shooting, this one hadn’t taken too long.
Once Nino had beaten the tenth level boss and saved his game, it had been announced that they were going out for celebratory drinks - no one had much of a say in it really, because Aiba had decided, and once Aiba had decided on something he tended to not let people say no. And that was how they found themselves huddled around a table in the corner of a nearby bar, a significant number of empty bottles and glasses revealing how much they’d already drunk as Nino groped an unsuspecting, hysterically laughing Ohno for the fourteenth time that night.
No one else was much better than Nino; Aiba had his arms flung over Sho and Jun’s shoulders, and was proclaiming in broken English that he loved them and that Arashi was “Very very beautiful amazing starfish” - whatever that was meant to mean. Ohno’s hysterical laughter had been set off by a slur in Sho’s speech which hadn’t really been particularly funny, but Ohno was drunk, and when Ohno was drunk everything was funny.
When Nino’s grope count for Ohno had reached fifteen, he decided that it might be a nice idea to start one for Jun as well - purely because Jun was sitting on his other side, and was therefore easier to reach than both Sho and Aiba. Jun had responded to grope number one with a sharp warning slap to Nino’s hand. Grope number two had received much the same response, but by the time it got to eight, nine and ten Jun had just decided he might as well just drink another few beers - it wasn’t like Nino’s alcohol induced wandering hands were anything new to him (or any of them, for that matter).
Another significant increase in empty glasses and bottles, thirteen love confessions from Aiba, and twenty gropes later, no one showed any sign of slowing. Aiba had somehow wormed his way onto Sho’s lap and was declaring that it was the comfiest thing he had ever sat on, except for maybe his sofa; Ohno’s hysterical laughter had returned at that declaration, which had only resulted in the laughter spreading until they were all in hysterics, none of them quite sure why they were even laughing anymore.
Somehow, every sentence Aiba said managed to set Ohno off in another bout of laughter, some more so than others - the one about MatsuJun’s small chin seemed to have been a particularly hilarious one, especially when teamed with the dramatic hand gestures which had come dangerously close to making Sho lose an eye (“JunJunJun. Your chin’s small. Small like a... What’s small?... Like a small thing. Like a MatsuChin. I LOVE MATSUCHIN.”)
Another round of drinks later, Aiba had returned to nonsensical English; he appeared to be talking about the PV they’d just filmed, but no one was really too sure, because a drunk Aiba speaking English never tended to make all that much sense. Of course when Aiba spoke English, he demanded that the others replied in English as well - a fact that they all knew well, even when they’d consumed as much alcohol as they had; apparently it was only right to answer English with English, no matter how broken it was.
“We are men beautiful video.”
“…..YEAH!”
“We can very make it!”
“YEAH.”
“YEAH!!”
“YEAH!”
“WE ARE YEAH!”
“YEAH!”
For all that Aiba was a loud drunk, Ohno was a giggly drunk and Nino was an affectionate (or just downright indecent) drunk, Sho was a fairly quiet one. He would sit and drink quietly, until he was intoxicated enough for sitting upright to have become a hard task; and so as they reached whatever round of drinks they had reached (because really, no one had bothered to count) Sho found himself tilting a dangerous degree to the right - no doubt his lapful of Aiba was all that was keeping him from just falling off the chair.
At some point during their time together as Arashi, Sho had become their measure for when they should stop drinking, and the method tended to work fairly well - when Sho was no longer upright, it was time to go home.
By some miracle they all managed to successfully stuff themselves into a taxi with minimal accidents and were soon on their way to Aiba’s apartment - Aiba’s had been chosen because Nino and Jun, even when drunk, weren’t stupid enough to let a drunk Aiba into their apartments, and it had been decided many years previous that neither Ohno’s, nor Sho’s parents would particularly appreciate the five of them stumbling loudly through the front door and collapsing in a hysterically laughing pile on the living room floor, before promptly falling asleep (it had happened before, much to Sho’s dismay, and none of them particularly wanted a repeat experience).
The confined space available in the taxi meant that no one (with the exception of the taxi driver and Jun - who sat in the front because no matter how hard they tried, with all Aiba’s flailing, and Sho’s inability to be even vaguely upright they simply couldn’t fit five of them in the back) managed to escape Nino’s wandering hands - and Aiba’s after he had been groped once and decided to join in. After countless yelps on Sho’s part and giggle’s on Ohno’s, they reached Aiba’s apartment, where they did their usual trick of noisily stumbling through the door in one big cluster - Aiba’s neighbours would probably have something to say about that the next day - and through to the living room, where they promptly became a hysterically laughing pile on the floor, as usual. Usually, no one was really sure what they were laughing at; it could generally be deduced that Ohno was laughing simply because of the act of falling down, but it was always hard to tell with everyone else.
On this particular occasion Jun appeared to be laughing because Aiba’s foot was wiggling helplessly not too far from his face, and the man was wearing a sock with a snowman design - and really, it wasn’t even vaguely near winter yet. Nino may well have been laughing because he had succeeded in getting Ohno to grope him back - and it was highly possible that Sho was laughing because he had noticed the ridiculously (and rather impressively) indecent grabbing contest that was going on between the two of them. Aiba was probably just laughing for the hell of it, really.
As usual, once their laughter had died down the five of them fell asleep in various, not particularly comfortable, positions; limbs were flung anywhere and everywhere, and Nino appeared to have forgotten to remove his hand from the vicinity of Ohno’s backside.
Needless to say, when they woke up the next morning they weren’t feeling their best - they never did after a night of drinking - and everyone was far more subdued than they had been the previous day. The staff would never admit it, but they couldn’t help looking forward to the day after Arashi’s celebratory trips to a bar - those days were the only days that they didn’t have to worry about answering Jun’s excessive number of questions and confirmations about what they were meant to be doing, or Aiba causing havoc, or Nino deciding to ‘take a break’ (which usually consisted of him grabbing Ohno’s hand and leaving the building until the exact time they were needed. The infuriating thing was that the staff could never complain about these ‘breaks’, because Nino somehow managed to never be late, yet they still had to frantically search for him on the off chance that he actually was late that particular day).
And so as the five of them turned up at some ridiculously early time, all of them sporting mussed hair and the symptoms of fairly bad hangovers, only to collapse in another - not nearly so hysterical - pile in their dressing room, the staff knew that they were in for a peaceful day; by the next morning - when Arashi were back to their usual selves - they were already secretly anticipating the next time the group went out for celebratory drinks.
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Poll Team Present - Celebratory drinks