Piss-drunk and pining, -Wystie

[Wysteria]

"Dunno. 'm paid at the warehouse through the month."

She'll probably just stick around there. Dismiss the guards to save cash.

She'll find something to do with her time.

[Akedhi]

"Gonna stay 'roun' 'ere?"

He's slowly, unwillingly sobering up. It will be a while before he's completely sober, however.

He'll need to sleep for that.

[Wysteria]

"Guess so. Nowhere else to be."

And other than him, there's no one really to avoid around here.

She'll find something to do.

[Akedhi]

Long pause.

"It'd be 'gainst th' law f'r y' t' marry me ennyway..."

Shh, he's thinking something through. Never mind that they both do illegal things on a fairly regular basis.

"So... y'couldn've said aye n'matter wha'..."

He tilts his head at her.

"S' we c'd still... 'f y' wan'ed..."

Can we be lovers again? Please? I'll even stop asking you to marry me.

[Wysteria]

"We could," she agrees. "But it seems like I shouldn't discuss it with you drunk after all."

I want you fully consenting before I pounce.

[Akedhi]

He wilts.

"Whaddya mean?"

Is that a no?

[Wysteria]

"I mean, what if we have fun and all and then you wake up in the morning and shout at me?"

...she's paranoid.

It has happened to her before, though, a time or two when she's seduced drunks.

[Akedhi]

"Won't."

He won't shout.

"'ll 'ave a godsawful 'ango'er. Won' shout."

Promise.

[Wysteria]

"Oh."

Okay, she's going to just walk over the table and sit in his lap now.

Hey, people who say tables aren't for walking on are small minded.

[Akedhi]

... yay.

He blinks.

And rests his head on her shoulder.

There is a distinct possibility that he's too drunk to be... useful... to her, until he sobers up.

But in the meantime, mmm, Sarah.

[Wysteria]

Yay Felix too.

She's still giving him her stock, though. She's bored with having it easy.

She is going to see if any of his body parts have moved with they were apart, tracing them with light fingers.

[Akedhi]

He shifts position.

"Mmmm."

He's a sleepy drunk man, yes he is.

[Wysteria]

She chuckles to herself.

"You need to go to bed," she informs him fondly.

And that's in a (mostly) platonic sense, too! She's such a good girl.

[Akedhi]

"... yeah..."

He frowns.

"I' th' mornin'?"

Yes? You'll still be there?

[Wysteria]

"You can't go to bed in the morning," she informs him scoldingly, and punctuates it with a kiss.

[Akedhi]

Yay kissing.

"Mean sex. Inna mornin'?"

He's not sure he can do much right now.

He's pretty sure he can't even walk.

[Wysteria]

She shrugs slightly.

"Of a surity."

She wants to ask, did you think I'd say no?

[Akedhi]

"'kay."

That's all right then.

He's going to take a nap now.

Yes. That would be...

Good.

[Wysteria]

She is going to see about getting him somewhere relatively private to sleep it off, and then go dicing in the common room.

Back when they worked together, she tended to get drunk with him, out of a sullen determination not to be a pansy and have no tolerance for alcohol. Eventually, she did develop a tolerance for alcohol - though it was a miracle she didn't die of alcohol poisoning first.