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perfumedrooms) wrote2014-10-02 01:33 am
perfumedrooms) wrote2014-10-02 01:33 am
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It began with a single drink. [BJD Drabble]
For Kass and that drunk meme on Plurk.
It all began with a single drink.
"What is that?" Ichigo asked Fenris, as she watched him down a fifth glass of the stuff: a clear liquid that smelled faintly of currant. The TV was on, tuned in to CNN, broadcasting updates on that volcano that erupted in Nagano Prefecture, Japan. Ichigo had been watching it over dinner, concerned for the safety of Ulalume and Ume, even though she knew well that they were well-protected in the Niigata safehouse.
Despite her concern, she found herself steadily distracted by her housemate over the course of her meal. He was downing shot after shot of that liquor he brought with him. A recent acquisition, she assumed. Usually, he knocked down beers. Red Horse, specifically—that brand notorious for getting people drunk fast. Judging by the size of the bottle and its design, it was definitely some kind of treat.
She typically wasn't interested in the things Fenris did. She didn't drink, after all. She wasn't at the right age either. She was still seventeen, and very aware of her place as the responsible one in the house. She couldn't afford to let her guard down just once.
However, she would be lying if she said she wasn't curious about those things the Wolf did every now and then. There were many things she didn't like about him. But he often reminded her keenly of the man she fell in love with—the same man who inspired her to be more than just some shy, small voiced "rabbit".
Now that it was only the two of them in the Manila safehouse, it was getting all the more difficult to ignore the things he did. That covered his drinking habit, too.
"Currant Vodka; nothing all that special," Fenris replied, his voice the usual low and deep growl he always spoke with. "Did you want to try?"
There was a challenging glint in his eye, and a corner of his lips curled up slightly in a smirk. This was dangerous for Ichigo, and the Lycantroop knew it well. He knew that the pink-haired girl never had tasted any alcohol. But he knew as well about the curious glances she gave him and the things he drank, the way her large brown eyes rested upon his glasses and bottles, and how her lips would curl inwards as if she was thinking of the flavor or holding her tongue back for fear of saying something she would regret.
In fact, her lips were doing that particular motion in the moment when Fenris offered. Despite the haze of alcohol clouding his mind, Fenris felt as if his senses got sharper. It was almost as if he was under the influence of the Full Moon drug again. Still with that smirk playing upon his lips, he took the bottle of liquor before him and poured a shot into his empty glass. Instead of keeping it to himself though, he pushed it towards the girl eyeing him with a mix of curiosity and wariness.
Ichigo knew so very well that it was dangerous to do this. She knew about Fenris' reputation, and what he could possibly do if she even let her guard down. The curiosity coursing through her mind proved stronger than her restraint tonight, though. With a delicate movement, she reached over for the shot offered to her.
"Just one drink. Just this once, okay?"
Her brown eyes met Fenris' dangerous gold ones head on. She could tell he was up to no good. He always was. He was never one to be trusted. But at the same time, she took his gaze as a challenge and held up the cup.
"Make it quick," he scoffed, watching her. He could see her tension so very clearly, her body so full of hesitant energy. But her fingers were itching to go on—to go ahead and do what he dared her to do right away.
And in a single moment, she did. The shot burned down her throat and left a faint sweet flavor where it touched. The roof of her mouth, the back of her throat… they all tinged with her first exposure to alcohol. Warmth quickly spread through her body, a haze addled her mind. She knew this was bad, but at the same time the drink felt so strangely good.
"Well?" the wolf questioned her, still watching with that keen hunter's gaze as she put down the shot glass, returning it to him.
"It's strong, but it's not so bad."
In the moment when Ichigo had put down the glass, Fenris had reached over to clasp fingers over her wrist, keeping her in place. Keen golden eyes were fixed on her all the while, watching for what she would do next.
"Want another?" his thumb brushed lightly over the inside of her wrist, over her pulse which had picked up ever so slightly. Ichigo felt unsure, unsafe. But still, her mind wandered and though of how he seemed so much like Lobo—that man she still wanted to be with. Fenris was a Lycantroop too, after all. And who knew? This could be the closest thing she could get to her ideal kind of guy…
But she still had some semblance of self-control about her and pulled her wrist away before her thoughts could wander any further.
"Maybe next time."
It all began with a single drink.
"What is that?" Ichigo asked Fenris, as she watched him down a fifth glass of the stuff: a clear liquid that smelled faintly of currant. The TV was on, tuned in to CNN, broadcasting updates on that volcano that erupted in Nagano Prefecture, Japan. Ichigo had been watching it over dinner, concerned for the safety of Ulalume and Ume, even though she knew well that they were well-protected in the Niigata safehouse.
Despite her concern, she found herself steadily distracted by her housemate over the course of her meal. He was downing shot after shot of that liquor he brought with him. A recent acquisition, she assumed. Usually, he knocked down beers. Red Horse, specifically—that brand notorious for getting people drunk fast. Judging by the size of the bottle and its design, it was definitely some kind of treat.
She typically wasn't interested in the things Fenris did. She didn't drink, after all. She wasn't at the right age either. She was still seventeen, and very aware of her place as the responsible one in the house. She couldn't afford to let her guard down just once.
However, she would be lying if she said she wasn't curious about those things the Wolf did every now and then. There were many things she didn't like about him. But he often reminded her keenly of the man she fell in love with—the same man who inspired her to be more than just some shy, small voiced "rabbit".
Now that it was only the two of them in the Manila safehouse, it was getting all the more difficult to ignore the things he did. That covered his drinking habit, too.
"Currant Vodka; nothing all that special," Fenris replied, his voice the usual low and deep growl he always spoke with. "Did you want to try?"
There was a challenging glint in his eye, and a corner of his lips curled up slightly in a smirk. This was dangerous for Ichigo, and the Lycantroop knew it well. He knew that the pink-haired girl never had tasted any alcohol. But he knew as well about the curious glances she gave him and the things he drank, the way her large brown eyes rested upon his glasses and bottles, and how her lips would curl inwards as if she was thinking of the flavor or holding her tongue back for fear of saying something she would regret.
In fact, her lips were doing that particular motion in the moment when Fenris offered. Despite the haze of alcohol clouding his mind, Fenris felt as if his senses got sharper. It was almost as if he was under the influence of the Full Moon drug again. Still with that smirk playing upon his lips, he took the bottle of liquor before him and poured a shot into his empty glass. Instead of keeping it to himself though, he pushed it towards the girl eyeing him with a mix of curiosity and wariness.
Ichigo knew so very well that it was dangerous to do this. She knew about Fenris' reputation, and what he could possibly do if she even let her guard down. The curiosity coursing through her mind proved stronger than her restraint tonight, though. With a delicate movement, she reached over for the shot offered to her.
"Just one drink. Just this once, okay?"
Her brown eyes met Fenris' dangerous gold ones head on. She could tell he was up to no good. He always was. He was never one to be trusted. But at the same time, she took his gaze as a challenge and held up the cup.
"Make it quick," he scoffed, watching her. He could see her tension so very clearly, her body so full of hesitant energy. But her fingers were itching to go on—to go ahead and do what he dared her to do right away.
And in a single moment, she did. The shot burned down her throat and left a faint sweet flavor where it touched. The roof of her mouth, the back of her throat… they all tinged with her first exposure to alcohol. Warmth quickly spread through her body, a haze addled her mind. She knew this was bad, but at the same time the drink felt so strangely good.
"Well?" the wolf questioned her, still watching with that keen hunter's gaze as she put down the shot glass, returning it to him.
"It's strong, but it's not so bad."
In the moment when Ichigo had put down the glass, Fenris had reached over to clasp fingers over her wrist, keeping her in place. Keen golden eyes were fixed on her all the while, watching for what she would do next.
"Want another?" his thumb brushed lightly over the inside of her wrist, over her pulse which had picked up ever so slightly. Ichigo felt unsure, unsafe. But still, her mind wandered and though of how he seemed so much like Lobo—that man she still wanted to be with. Fenris was a Lycantroop too, after all. And who knew? This could be the closest thing she could get to her ideal kind of guy…
But she still had some semblance of self-control about her and pulled her wrist away before her thoughts could wander any further.
"Maybe next time."