“I said get off!!” Judar hurdled his fist right against the king’s face, while simultaneously throwing a kick against the man’s stomach, effectively knocking him off… mostly, so he could roll out from under him.

Sinbad rolled right off the bed in a drunken slump. “...’m not drunk. Come back...” He made weak arm waves.

He couldn’t argue that. “I missed you… You’re more fun to eat food with. You don’t make it so I have to exercise more.”

“You’re going to be exercising if you want to eat that much, Aladdin.”

A Modest Proposal // Modern!AU // woman-of-the-black-rukh

 "It doesn’t hurt for you to say that about me regardless on if it’s our first date. Although I’m sure that if you did say it then, it might have gone better than it had. Although I can’t say that it wasn’t one to remember.“

 She’d watched him swipe a finger through the chocolate sauce, occasionally taking bites of the cheesecake until there was nothing left of the dessert. Since it was so cold out, she almost wondered what it would be like if it snowed and they were walking among the first few, soft flurries. She knew that he didn’t like the cold and she had been used to it for a long time. hell, she could go out and be in the middle of a snowstorm and be perfectly comfortable. Although the fact that he didn’t like the cold did mean that they could cuddle up at that little cabin he had, surrounded by the snow and warming themselves up all curled up next to each other under some blankets with a fire roaring the fireplace. That was that she liked the most.

 It didn’t take long for her to bunch up her napkin, fork hanging from her mouth for a moment as she savoured the last few tastes of the cheesecake. "It was really nice of you to bring me here, especially since I know you don’t like going out when it’s cold.”

 There were times when she was together with him like this that she was still a young teenager again, having her first real introduction into the realm of dating. “Shall we go on our walk, then?" 

Sinbad nodded in response at her suggestion. A walk would be nice, but as he turned his head, he was met with what he would have liked to call absolute zero hell. It wasn't as though there was a snow storm--nay, it was quite nice out there for an average person. It looked chilly, but not too cold. Dark, but not dark enough. It was like a nice, dusky sunset, where the sun had almost completely sunk into the watery scene before his eyes. There weren't enough clouds to look as though it would blizzard or rain, and it looked enjoyable. In theory.

He wasn't going to lie; he hated the winters. It was too cold for him. Partevia, his home country, was definitely more warm and sunny than this. Their winters were probably the equivalent of a chilly day here. Sinbad had recalled his awkward college years of moving out into the big city and nearly freezing his balls off because he never once thought about buying a winter jacket.

The man chuckled to himself at his memory before returning to the real world at hand. He waved his hand at the nearby waiter, who quickly approached them. "Check, please," he said softly before returning his gaze to Judal, who seemed to have gotten lost in thought as well as she gazed upon the setting scene before her. She looked absolutely beautiful in the light, with the oranges of the light making her look more gentle than usual. The pinks and purples matched her eyes, along with her eye shadow, which Sinbad knew she took time to perfect. She looked better than the sunset, in his own honest opinion, which was why the black little case was still in his pants pocket. He wanted to pop the question right now, and he was about to bring it up through some small talk until the waiter had returned, a tray in hand.

"Thank you," Sinbad managed to choke out as smoothly as he could before dropping his credit card onto the tray. He hadn't taken a glance at the price, knowing very well that he was much too nervous and too much into his own mind to even care. It wasn't like he didn't have the cash for this meal anyways; he ran a pretty important and powerful business nowadays.

The man had left and shortly returned for Sinbad to sign the check. With that done, he pocketed his credit card and stuck it in his pocket. He stood up and held out an arm to Judal so that they could leave. "Let's go see that sunset in person. I know it'll be cold, but I'll be prepared just for you." He joked lightly. He already knew she knew that he hated the cold and would much rather be inside at home, with his heaters on full blast. He was more a summer man, after all.

Never forget

“Shots shots            shots shots shots shots.”

“Children shouldn’t be drinking.” No shots for you. Except maybe a shot in the chest with ice.

AND THEN THERE WAS A COMPLAINT TO BE HAD.

“Oi!! Get your hands off me!” Judar writhed in the man’s grip, clawing at his arms to pry them open and break free, “I’m not a fucking concubine! Get off!!”

“Bluh--” Sinbad spluttered something incoherent. He rested his head upon the other male’s stomach, feeling that the flesh there was quite comfortable. 

“My fair maiden....Hmmm....” Insert some snores here.

To all Sinbads (again) v2 (the better version-Judar approved)

“Say no to Aladdin.”

“Say yes to boobs, booze, and Sinbad.” Sinbad for Prez 2k16.

Whoa… what the hell had even happened to this guy? “Did freckle face finally make you snap?” Judar was mildly pleased about this because 1) yay! Distressed King 2) HE could have some fun with Sinbad now and 3) Ja’far was going to even have more fun cleaning this all up tomorrow. All in all multiple wins for the black magi, so really… no complaints to be had.

Sinbad threw his arms around Judar all of the sudden. “Come on! Let’s drink! Drink with me, fair maiden! We’ll drink till dawn and maybe even get some action~”

Raises a brow. “I’ll admit to nothing.”

“Come humor me, Yamuraiha.”

“You are wasted beyond words. Why don’t you go bother freckle face instead?” Judar wasn’t even bringing himself within remote grabbing distance of that.  

“No--! No freckles! I’m trying to be free! Drink! Fun!” He was starting to lose his mind. Help.

He turned his head and stared at Yamuraiha for a short moment. “Wonder about what? How incredibly astounding I look? I get that a lot.”

“Not even close–!”

“Come on now, you can’t deny that I’m quite the dashing king.” Sinbad wasn’t going to lie, he thoroughly enjoyed teasing his mage.

“You’re going to get a spear of ice through your chest if you even try that you fucking prick.”

Gross… he smells like alcohol.

“Come now, fair maiden...” Sinbad was drunk as hell. “...come here, to my lap. I can touch you all you want tonight... I’m all yours.”

Slow blinks. “Sometimes I wonder about you…”

He turned his head and stared at Yamuraiha for a short moment. “Wonder about what? How incredibly astounding I look? I get that a lot.”