Hey, hey, no, oh come on, go get your own damn bottle! Give it back at once!

[Iruka says, huffing and puffing because seriously what is Kakashi's damn deal? Why must he interfere in everything? This is a private matter, as far as Iruka is concerned and maybe, there is a possibility Iruka might have misread the door number wrong (he did finish a good bottle before walking home earlier, after all). And maybe, he is just a little wasted.

But what is Kakashi's deal.]

You know what, fine, stay there. It's not like it's my home. It never will be. Yes, yes, okay, you may keep this home for yourself, then.

[Iruka seems to find this agreeable and logical, so he nods to himself, lowers himself to pick up the bag once more (well, reaches for it, rather). Except maybe he has over estimated his drinking capacity. Or maybe, Luceti's alcohol is just stronger than the ones found in Konoha. Because when Iruka bends to pick up his stash, his world kind of decides to tip over, and vertigo just slams him right between the eyes.

And there goes the content of his stomach. All over Kakashi's floor.

Oh.

Oh dear, Iruka thinks. And finds it a little strange that he is vomiting. And before that thought is even done, he vomits again.]