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“Damn it,” she cursed under her breath jokingly. Here she thought she was being clever with her wording.

A glimmer of humor lit her eyes as she reached for the orange shot glass and knocked it back as he did. There was the initial sweetly seductive taste that promised a good time but was fleeting as the burn from the alcohol chased it away. That was strong…

She coughed then cleared her throat and set her glass inside his. “Perhaps, although it might require a level of patience, mid-Spring at the earliest if I were to guess. Then again, you never know what might happen in the woods when nobody's around to spy.” A month and a half until their Winter trip and a lot of time between now and then for things to happen.

“I uh…” She narrowed her eyes at him. “I know you want a garden. You miss the woods…” So that was one she could rule out. But the last two…

“I honestly don’t know. I mean-” she rubbed the side of her neck and had to wonder if she was somehow included in that last one. “You’ve bitten me but, I think you’re trying to trick me…” Bitten and eaten were two different actions and try as she might to recall if he ever spoke of doing such a thing she was coming up completely blank. “I’m going to assume that’s true… I’ve seen you fight one before so-” Her thoughts and words trailed off.

“Guessing you don’t like the color pink.”

“Oh gross,” She had a disgusted look on her face that was reminiscent of someone that was about to lose a meal at the thought of something moving around in her stomach. “Sounds like those people who eat live octopus.”

“I suddenly feel bad for your pet now.” Not only that, but she kind of wished she left some Sprite in her cup to settle her stomach a bit.

“Ok, my turn… I have a fear of heights. I have been to each continent except Antarctica. And I like peaches.”

"I have actually only visited Australia and South America. And I needed to take a lot of dramamine because that was a long flight." There was a layover in one of the European countries but she was too out of it at the time to enjoy the scenery.

"Fifteen, maybe twenty feet, is my limit before vertigo sets in." About as high as they could safely jump, or land, while powered. Unfortunately, the feeling was made worse by her awakening because while she was scared of heights it was the falling she was more terrified of. Now, if her promotion were to hrant her wings then perhaps that might change over time, but for now, unless there was a rail, she would be hard pressed to stand along an edge.

"For as much as I love water, I won't jump from any cliff higher than that. Above fifty and you risk breaking bones because the viscosity becomes that of concrete. Laven slid the glass across the table. "Sorry."

"I know leather is true, your room is full of it. I've also seen you battle monsters, beasts and things that shouldn't exist." Shadow creatures from another realm, a candy gremlins borne from the imagination of a deranged dentist no doubt, and youma. There is no way he was scared of rabbits especially, if she recalled correctly, he had a collection of their pelts, one of which was in her room. Hate them maybe, but not fear.

"On that same note though, I also think your too prideful to wear a dress of your own volition. So I'm guessing you lost a bet. I'm going with rabbit."

Felt kind of like a degrading thing for them to do but when it came to drinking games, who was she to judge? Going to school with a bunch of young college students that got drunk on a weekly basis, there was little that surprised her after learning that someone was so far gone that he ended up in a diaper passed out in the middle of the common room in Madison Hall.

“Ok, last one.” By the count of it, she had already won but there was one shot left so why not change the phrasing of it a little bit?

Laven reached across the table and took one of his paws. In that same motion, she leaned forward and held his hand against the side of her face. Her skin and scales were warmer than normal but most of that was the alcohol’s doing then again he was pretty warm as well.

“I am terrified of losing you, I still have nightmares of when you disappeared in front of me.” Her fear went beyond that but she didn’t want to go that far right now. “I love spending time with you. Whether it’s running errands or even sparing.” Even if it was just curling up beside him watching a movie or going into the Rift again, being around him made her happy.

She sighed, trying to rack her mind for what to do for her last one and finally just shrugged. “I have a plan and know exactly what to do going forward.”

What Wolframite said was true, more often than she’d like to admit there were times when she didn’t feel good enough, not for him as his girlfriend, or for Lopezite and Tinaksite as a friend or patrol partner. But like him, all she could do was try to change that.

Laven reached for the last rainbow shot glass and raised it up as he did. “I’ll work on it.” she tipped the glass back and took the last drink which elicited the same reaction as the first one. “To our happiness and future!” Adding her glass to the towering stack she leaned back with a rather pleased smile.

“You know, I know how to make sure we both have sweet dreams tonight,” with a smirk on her lips, Laven raised an eyebrow in his direction. “I can always cash in my prize for winning now.” The only concern she had was whether or not he was sober enough to teleport them safely and not in the middle of the street somewhere in front of a moving semi-truck.

She could see the headlines now and almost wondered if they should get a glass of water and wait a bit before taking off so suddenly.

“Challenge accepted.” She replied with a purr in her voice. “I suppose it’s a good thing we’re both ‘children of the night’” By their true nature, unless glamoured, they roamed the streets when the sun had already set, where the stars and moon were their main sources of light.

“Because I’m wide awake,” she added, rising from her seat Laven walked over to his side of the table. “Mind taking us somewhere a little more… private?” What she had asked for as a prize was quite simple, to be held and kissed again as he had done out on the dance floor, to experience that same almost electric feeling again.

Her desires, like his, went against the others core nature. Where Wolframite asked for claws and teeth, Laven asked for gentle touches and tender kisses. But not here, not where judging eyes watched or people could interrupt them.

It was a while ago, but he had once told her that youma were simple creatures who knew what they wanted and took it. Although it was strange to give in to those primal wants and needs so freely, Laven would not feel regret or remorse for grabbing onto them greedily. There will be no apologies tonight.