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Walking for Lyrus, thankfully, was not quite so difficult, else they would probably have never made it back to the apartment. He had always managed fairly well with holding his alcohol. Once he hit the giggly, less-than-tactful stage, he stayed that way until he either found a way to clear his head or passed out from too much to drink--usually the former. Once he stopped drinking, his system cleared surprisingly quickly.

Indeed, he was a good deal steadier on his feet by the time they reached the pawn shop and he helped her upstairs to the apartment above it. Keeping one arm stubbornly looped about her waist, he reached his free hand to flick on the light, then pulled the door closed behind them. "Home sweet home."

The apartment wasn't especially fancy. Old, perhaps, was the right word. But it was surprisingly neat and clean, an Lyrus had done well in fancying it up with what little he could afford, including various glass sculptures and designs of his own creation. The entire apartment was composed of a living room, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a kitchen--not huge, but more than enough for the lamb Sin alone.

He couldn't help but snicker as she stumbled over the word, but smiled his thanks in response to the praise, yawning and leading her inside towards the spare bedroom. "I have an extra bed you can use. You should prob'ly crash, don't want you gettin' sick from all that. I'd never hear the end of it. You have been drunk before, right?" he added, glancing down at her with a frown. "You'll be okay on your own?"

A sloppy kiss was still a kiss, and drunk Mignon was terribly funny... He felt a bit guilty for laughing, but really, she'd brought this upon herself. "I am," he agreed with a serious nod, only to grin as he nudged open the bedroom door. "As if we all hadn't expected it..."

Walking hindered slightly now by the way she was clinging to him, he shuffled over to the bed, using both of his hands to pry hers from his waist, then dipping one arm beneath hers, the other under her legs, and uncermoniously scooping her into his arms, only to deposit her on the bed seconds later. "Tch, I wouldn't do that to my Mignon. I'll be right here if you need anything. Or in the living room, probably."

"We can't make babies tonight, sweetheart." Laughing softly nonetheless, he kicked off his shoes and sat on the edge of the bed near her feet, taking a moment to pull off her shoes as well and discard them on the floor before climbing onto the bed and sliding up to her side. Just because they shouldn't have sex, didn't mean he couldn't utterly abuse his privileges as house owner and protector of the drunk. He looped an arm around her waist, making a point of sneaking his hand beneath her shirt, and pressed a kiss to her temple. "You'd hate me in the morning for it. You'll hate me enough for the hangover."

"I'll ask you later," he assured her, fingers lazily wandering her stomach. "Tomorrow. Right now, you go to sleep so I can resist temptation and go watch TV. If you sleep it'll be tomorrow and we can make babies, sounds good?"

"Night, sweetheart." It wasn't long before Mignon drifted off, and, once he was sure she was truely asleep, Lyrus gave her stomach a little pat and slid of the bed, wandering back out of the room for the living room, his couch, and the TV. He shed his shirt on the way for comfort's sake and discarded it near the couch before flopping onto it and snatching up the remote.

Less than ten minutes later, he too was asleep.

Lyrus had hardly moved from the night before, and was sleeping sprawled out across the couch with one foot resting on the arm of the couch and one arm hanging off the side, the remote discarded on the floor near his hand. Mignon's approach went utterly ignored beneath the quiet droning form the still-on television. However, the raspberry on his stomach was enough to startle him awake, and he literally jumped up, eyes snapping open and searching for his attacker.

Once his vision cleared enough for him to recognize Mignon, he relaxed back down on the couch, scowling, but edging over slightly and patting the space at his side. "Goddammit it, Mignon, you scared me... Feeling better?"

"Mn. Good point," he agreed, managing a grin. Without so much as a by-your-leave, he pulled his arm back onto the couch and looped it around Mignon's waist, pulling her against his side. "For having only woken up two minutes ago, not bad... Damn sore, but not bad. I need to stop sleeping on the couch."