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It's late enough in the evening that you've already changed for bed when Sevika comes stumbling in through the front door of the apartment, smelling strongly of whisky and cigarettes.
"You home, love?" Sevika slurs as she clumsily shuts the door, barely avoiding slamming it, and almost trips over herself as she tries to take off her boots. You step out of the kitchen, steaming mug of tea in hand, and shake your head at the state of her.
"Suppose you won a lot tonight?" you ask.
"Mm. Think I could win again?"
"Not this drunk you can't," you scold, putting your tea aside. "Lets get you sorted out."
With steady hands you help Sevika get her boots off and hang up her cloak on the hooks behind the door. You wrap your hands around her organic arm and drag her into the bathroom to clean her up. She's hardly a mess, but after so many rounds of drinks it would be good to splash some water in her face and get her teeth brushed.
There is only so much you can do. Soon, Sevika is sitting on the bathroom floor, her face wet, and she won't budge. She's too heavy for you to move and she knows it.
"Do you need to throw up?" you ask in exasperation.
Sevika scoffs. "No, no, just a good floor, you know… Floors are good. Sit with me."
You crouch down in front of her and reach up to her hair to take out her hair tie, letting the front of her hair fall in front of her face. "I'd rather sleep in a bed, sweetheart."
"Okay, okay, we can do that."
"Can you move?"
"Do you want me to move?"
"Well yeah, I…" You tilt your head slightly. Sevika is by no means argumentative, at least not with you, but she's awfully compliant. Is she always so agreeable when she's drunk? You can't remember as such. "How much have you had?"
"A lot," Sevika admits. She rolls her shoulders back and sighs, her mind buzzing as it makes room for you. "Sorry. Don't wanna put you out. I'll make it up to you."
There are plenty of ways she can 'make it up to you', and you're pretty certain you know what she has in mind. But you've got a different idea.
You love Sevika more than anything. Her gruff demeanour, her strength, her loyalty and constant support are all so endearing your head could spin. But one thing that you two have never quite shared is your sense of style. By no means are you flashy, it's simply that you like to dress a bit softer and brighter in contrast to Sevika's earthy clothes and makeup.
Oh, come on. How could you possibly pass up this opportunity?
"You wanna make it up to me?" you ask sweetly. Sevika nods slowly and reaches out with her flesh hand but you put yours up firmly. "Ah-ah, you're too drunk for that. I've got something else in mind. Stay here for a second."
A swift search of your nightstand and only a moment of considering the consequences you'll reap in the morning, you return to Sevika's side and sit down in front of her. She watches idly as you lay out three different nail polishes coloured pink, blue, and a soft yellow. You unscrew the pink and dip the brush inside.
"Hold out your hand to me, sweet thing," you command. Sevika obeys, and you take her palm in yours. "Now, hold very still for me…"
"You."
It must be morning, you think idly as you open your eyes to see sunlight pouring over Sevika's face. She's so pretty when the light bounces off her lovely grey eyes.
Said lovely eyes, however, are narrowed and glaring fiercely upon you. Once the realisation hits, you're wide awake, and you quickly move to sit upright.
"Morning, sweetheart," you say lightly.
"Don't 'morning' me, what is this?!" Sevika demands, shoving her hand towards you.
Her nails are painted an assortment of pink, blue and yellow, with shiny rhinestones arranged to look like hearts and bunnies. Luckily, Sevika has a rather large hand, so you were given plenty of space to work with.
It's far too dangerous to admire your careful attention to detail, however. Under Sevika's strong gaze, a dormant survival instinct suddenly kicks into gear to absolve you of this situation.
"I was wondering about that when you came in. I thought you'd be upset so I tried washing it off in the bathroom but you wouldn't let me," you lie smoothly. This could go horribly wrong - you're counting on Sevika drinking very heavily last night.
Sevika's nose wrinkles in thought as she considers this. "I… Do remember you taking me to the bathroom… And saying something about helping me…" Her shoulders relax and she looks sheepish under your falsely-innocent gaze. "Sorry. I just woke up and saw them, so… How did I get these, then? Did I tell you?"
You shake your head and thin your lips to play up the clueless attitude as convincingly as possible. "No, just said you thought they were pretty. It might have happened at The Last Drop, or maybe you stopped off somewhere on the way home- Sevika?"
An expression of horrified realisation has overtaken Sevika's face, to be swiftly replaced by righteous fury.
"That blue-headed little shit!" she growls, throwing off the bed cover and going for her mechanical arm, which you'd lain out neatly on top of the cabinet.
"Oh, Jinx?"
"Yes, Jinx! I swear to Janna, when I get my hands on that little twit I'm going to teach her a lesson, because if her old man isn't going to do it then I might as well…."
This fervent rant continues for a very long while. You leave her to it, nodding along in sympathy and covering your face with the blanket or another mug of tea for fear of a stray smirk giving away the pure disbelief that you'd managed to get away with it.