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'Hey, this is Harry. I don't know why you're calling but I'll try to call you back.'

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They jumped off the carousel horse and were chasing people down. It hit my shoulder and left a huge bruise.

[She has to consider that as well.] I don't know? I haven't actually ever tried it.

Wait did you say you were actually in a relationship with somebody you thought was evil because this place is weird? And that made you not anti-relationship?

[Lucy has to think about it.] Yes. Kind of. Except the last part. The crazy of this place made me think that maybe relationships wouldn't be so bad 'cause there's someone to watch your back, you know? I mean well in that case, I had someone to watch my back. In the case of like Neil, I'd rather him stay home then do back watching 'cause he'd get hurt and Harry...wouldn't.

Also, I found out he was possibly evil because the City is weird. It turned everything into Hell. He was like one of the major players in Hell. He got me out of the river of blood when I should've been stuck there the entire curse.

[Also he occasionally went crazy and ate people so...you know...evil.]

And I think it made me more anti-relationship. Like, who wants to fall in love with someone and need them and then they disappear.

[ He considers that, in his somewhat inebriated state. It makes sense. Not that it wouldn't sober, but we're not totally sober right now, are we? ]

I don't think I knew Neil. This other Harry sounds like a total non-credit to our name though. Not to harp on your old boyfriends, or, you know, insinuate that there aren't like, a fucking billion of us.

[ The last comment though, he finds that sort of sad. He totally gets it, but he can understand something and find it sad at the same time, surprisingly enough. ]

I don't know, I think people are sort of supposed to need other people. Otherwise, why would there be so many of us?

[Totally not sober and good for him that it makes sense at all.]

Neil was sweet. Kind of nerdy, but in a good way and way tolerant of my crazy which is like a huge thing. [Viola witness another one of her issues that she won't usually discuss.]
Harry was...yeah. Not a good guy. I mean...he found me amusing and he was good to me most of the time and I guess I just really wanted him to be a good guy, you know? My idea of him was better than the actual him.

[She sighs deeply and orders another drink as she drains hers.]

I don't know. There are a lot of rabbits. Do you think they need each other for anything besides having more rabbit babies?

I don't think you're crazy though. Who thinks you're crazy? I like you.

[ He feels vaguely like he's had this conversation before, except instead of this being something he realized, it was something told to him by the object of his affections. It's kind of weird and annoying hearing someone else get it without any help. He finishes his drink, ordering another when she does.

He thinks about that really hard for a minute or two. He liked his reasoning and this rabbit thing threatens to poke a hole in it. ]

Defense?

It's just one of those things, you know? I think it's a common misconception about me.

[They have so much in common. She's been told she was crazy by more than one guy, not really an object of affection so much as a one night stand.]

Defense. Maybe? Safety in numbers and all that. Also, more of us to slaughter in a big group.

[ he considers that. then concludes most people are kind of assholes. who knew. he's not surprised. ]

Okay the slaughter thing, you're just making it sad now, okay, don't bring that up, dork.

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<small.[She bumps his shoulder with hers.]</small>

Sorry. Okay so happier things. Warm and fuzzy things.

<small>[She takes a drink of her shot, considers things a moment and then leans in and kisses him.]</smalL>

[ He'd gone back to start on his new drink after calling her a dork, thankfully having just finished and setting it back down when she bumps into his shoulder, because that would have been fun. She starts talking, he looks at her, smiling a little, because yeah, exactly, warm, happy, fuzzy things. He watches her contemplate - because they're both not sober and watching not sober people contemplate things is funny even to other not sober people, and is therefore quite surprised when she kisses him. ]

Did you just call me warm and fuzzy?

[Lucy nods, pressing her lips together and trying to judge how he feels about both the kiss and the implication.]

Particularly when I'm kissing you.

[ He considers this, gears clicking slowly, slowly, slowly, not at all, as he keeps considering. (It's not that long, just.) After a couple of seconds. ]

I like being warm and fuzzy.

[She bites her bottom lip, watching him for a moment. She's not sure her gears are clicking at all. She's more just going on instinct and the moment.]

Yeah?

[Without waiting for him to answer, she leans in and kisses him again.]

[ She doesn't give him time to reply - he was just going to answer in the affirmative anyway, maybe this is saving a step, just getting to the point, streamlining the process. She's warm, and tastes a little sweet after all those shots they had, and she's so smart and friendly and shows him new things without being disappointed in him, and he can't help but like her, he has, for a while now, but she was in a different place. Is this taking advantage? Who is taking advantage of who, because right how he would totally go back to her place with her, and he remembers that not being a thing before.

Oh well, back to the kissing. His hand found its way up to cup her jaw in the process, holding her gently while the kiss continues. ]

[If it's taking advantage then there is some mutual advantage taking happening. There's a part of her brain that tells her she probably shouldn't be kissing him. He's drunk, she's drunk and previously they'd agreed things wouldn't work between them. That part of her brain is far too loud and far too depressing to listen to.

Yes, definitely back to the kissing. Lucy is kind of more than half leaning out of her chair by now, relying heavily on him not to fall out of his chair or drop her while they're kissing.]

[ Yeah, depressing. What were those thoughts a minute ago, even. Who's bothering thinking thoughts right now.

He's actually pretty capable of holding them both up like that, believe it or not. Particularly since she is leaning on him so much, oddly? It's weird. But, really, what about this place isn't? ]

[She assists in the whole endeavor of keeping them both upright by winding one arm around his neck. She breaks the kiss breathlessly, leaning back slightly to look at him.]

I really don't know why I didn't do that sooner.

[ He holds on to her, similarly somewhat winded. ]

I think... I think we talked about it. I don't remember why. I don't know why either. Do you want to do it again?

I think you were anti-one night stand. I swear I'll make breakfast in the morning. [Then nodding and kissing him again before he's really got a chance to make any sort of protest.]

[ Was he? He doesn't... Remember that very well. Part of that might be the alcohol. Part of that might be the kissing she's doing again, right there. Part of it might just be reneging on his precious decision. Who knows. But he's kissing back pretty easily - protest? who's protesting? - giving as good as he gets. ]

[Oh good. It's not nearly as much fun when only one person is doing the giving. She breaks the kiss breathless again.]

My place or yours?

[ Uhhhhhh ] hhhhhhhh...

Who's is closer?

Mine is...not that far. [She waves in a direction.] Six, half a dozen. Come on. Mine.

[She shoves herself off the stool and him to the floor, swaying a bit.]

Come on, Stud. I'm gonna need you to help me home.

[ He let's ("let's") her shove him off and comes up on his feet similarly a little wobbly. But he takes a step over to her, holds out his arm for her to take, and then says: ] Lead the way. Even though I've already... been there. I actually would probably get lost on the way there anyway.

[Lucy laughs, leaning on him as they wander out the door.] I think I've lived there long enough to manage to find my way.

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