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Drunken Confession.
“C’mon,” Fig rolled her eyes affectionately as she helped Adaine up the stairs of her tower, the taller girl wobbling as Fig held her arm around her neck.
The Bad Kids, and associates, had been at the Black Pit celebrating Tracker and Ragh’s return from Fallinel and, well, Adaine had never really learned how to handle her booze.
Obviously Tracker and Kristen had disappeared very early on for some more “private” reunion celebrations, in addition Riz had vanished to pursue some lead on a case while both Gorgug and Fabian had gone off with Ragh to some party, leaving FIg to get Adaine home safely.
Not that she minded that much.
“Fig’ss-” Adaine slurred.
“Yeah?”
“No! Fig!”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Yeah, Fig!” Fig laughed at her friend’s drunken rambling.
“Fig’s like, SOOOO cute!!!”
Fig ignored the twitch inside at those words and played it off.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Adaine agreed definitely.
“You’re not too bad yourself, watch it!” Fig had to half lift Adaine as she stumbled over a step.
“Shhhee’s like so cool!” Adaine hissed, like she was telling Fig a secret.”
“She’s really not,”
“An’ sh’s… she’s so pretty an’ everything.”
“ ‘an’ everything’?”
“Yeahhh.”
FIg shook her head in amusement as she helped Adaine up though the last couple of steps onto her landing.
“But I also hate her?”
“Ouch,” Fig laughed as she pushed open Adaine’s door and began to help her over to her bed.
“And why’s that?”
“Cause!” Adaine protested, like it should be obvious, “Cause I don’t like getting drunk and beer tastes like dirty water!”
“How is that Fig’s fault?”
“Cause! She’s so pretty!”
“Alright,” Fig said, helping Adaine up into her bed, pulling the sheets over her.
“I only drink to make her think I’m cool.”
FIg stopped what she was doing.
“What?”
“Yeah, she’s so cool, an’ rule breaking and stuff, an’ I wan’ her to think I’m like that,”
“Adaine, you don’t need to drink to impress me, I know that you’re cool.”
“An’ then,” Adaine continued like Fig hadn’t said anything, “I got really drunk cause I was scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Telling her!”
“What?”
“That she’s so pretty!”
Fig could feel her face burning and she turned away.
“I’m going to get you some water, try and sleep ‘k?”
“Mmmmhmmm.” Taking that as a yes, FIg left and returned not long later with a glass of water to find Adaine passed out and snoring, she placed the water on a bedside table with a note.
Drink all of this - Fig.
As she made to leave, a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.
“Fig?”
“Yes?”
“You’re really pretty.”
Figuring that she wouldn’t remember this in the morning, Fig turned back to Adaine and crouched down next to her.
“You’re really pretty too, now get some sleep.”
“ ‘K” Adaine slurred happily and slumped back into her mattress.
With a moment of hesitation, Fig picked up the note and scribbled a heart beside the words then, after another moment's hesitation, she crossed out “Fig,” and wrote:
Someone who’s “really pretty”.
Followed by a winking face, she’d earned a bit of teasing she decided.