[You know what’s a great way to express heartfelt gratitude towards someone whose presence your dubious emotional stability hinged on for roughly fourteen days straight? Alcohol. If you’re Aubrey, the answer is alcohol.
[No, really. It’s good—can be good, to a point. And Sunny’s wanted to try. So here’s Aubrey with the ice cold bottles straight from Quartz, a copious amount of water on standby, and even some chill music courtesy R0sie—although the RoomBBa has been banished to the corner lest clumsy feet trip. For that matter, the floor’s been freshly-cleared of wayward plushes and other potential obstacles, though Aubrey’s left some papers out for drunken doodles or the like. Sharp objects have been put away, to the best of her ability.
[She has no idea what kind of effect this will have on Sunny, really. But in the hopeful interest of a good time, Aubrey’s keeping herself sober. For now?
[Except, that is, for just the smallest toast. Just for the heck of it. Whether they’ve just gotten started or been at this for a while, she’s watching him closely.]
[It's just something they've wanted to do. Sunny could take it as a thank you, but he doesn't want to be thanked. He showed up for his sweetheart. Of course he would. He's wanted the opportunity to support her too - not that he'd wished for anything bad to happen, only that if something did, he could care for her the way she's always cared for him.
[The worst did happen. Sunny could tell that Aubrey was devastated. He doesn't know much about Eren, really, but he's glad that he's back for Aubrey's sake, if nothing else.
[Point being, to Sunny, the drinks are just drinks. He's glad that Aubrey fills and toasts her glass too. He assumes they'll be drinking together.
[Attentive girlfriend that she is, Aubrey knew to pick something that had as much sugar as it does alcohol. The drink is fruity, with just a hint of bitterness after you swallow. It makes Sunny scrunch his face up a little, but eventually, he gives a thumbs up, and nods.]
[Which means they’re perfect, even before the first drop hits her throat. And it does, as Sunny takes his own drink; Aubrey didn’t raise her glass for nothing. It took more than this to mess her up last time.]
It’s pretty good. [Punctuated with a small nod. His face scrunch is cute.] I think it took me… hm, two or three? [“Two or three” what, Aubrey?] To start feeling any different. Just take it slow. [“Two or three” what, Aubrey?
[Not important!] And we have plenty of water, and I’ll make sure it doesn’t go overboard—you know the spiel. [Or at least, she’s gone over it in her head enough to put the Maruki water war to shame. Experience is nothing if not a teacher.]
[Sunny watches his girlfriend, even as he takes a drink. It really does taste good, even if it's strange. Everything about this feels strangely common - just two kids having drinks in the living room. It's your average teen experience, really. Almost feels wrong, but...]
[Despite everything - this place, and all its nonsense - Sunny is in a decent mood. They chose a good night. Things can be okay for a little while, at least, and he'd like to make Aubrey smile, laugh. There are so few people he can actually goof off with. It's a miracle he wants to at all, isn't it?
[So, he swishes the bottle around and shrugs.]
Maybe.
[He means to tease, but his cheeks warm when he asks:] Do you...like that sort of thing?
[Amongst the banter, she’s still watching him. It can’t be the alcohol flushing his face already, can it…?]
I think… we could be bad together. [Accompanied by just the smallest of smiles; mischievous, too. But the follow-up is wholly genuine:] I like Sunny whether he’s a good boy or a bad boy or… anything in between.
[Sunny perks up a bit. A cat-boy, you say? He can make that happen. Two triangular ears flicker up out of his head, the swish of a long black tail suddenly visible. At your service, Miss.]
[Aubrey’s grin is wide and immediate, no alcoholic influence necessary. She immediately reaches forward to scritch his feline ears, like some kind of irresistible primal instinct. It’s bad enough when the robot does it already.]
You are! [Small pat to his hair, too, while she’s here.] That was fast… I remember it taking a few minutes the first time.
[Usually, Sunny walks away to do any kind of transformation, but in front of Aubrey, he feels no need to hide from anything. It's so freeing, just being alone with her.
[Gripped by this, he scoots to her on his knees, looping his arms loosely over her shoulders. He's still holding the bottle, but at least it's steady. He leans in for a long, warm kiss; lip on lip - that's all, both intimate and chaste.
[When he pulls away, he brushes their noses together. What were they talking about again?]
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action, early October
[You know what’s a great way to express heartfelt gratitude towards someone whose presence your dubious emotional stability hinged on for roughly fourteen days straight? Alcohol. If you’re Aubrey, the answer is alcohol.
[No, really. It’s good—can be good, to a point. And Sunny’s wanted to try. So here’s Aubrey with the ice cold bottles straight from Quartz, a copious amount of water on standby, and even some chill music courtesy R0sie—although the RoomBBa has been banished to the corner lest clumsy feet trip. For that matter, the floor’s been freshly-cleared of wayward plushes and other potential obstacles, though Aubrey’s left some papers out for drunken doodles or the like. Sharp objects have been put away, to the best of her ability.
[She has no idea what kind of effect this will have on Sunny, really. But in the hopeful interest of a good time, Aubrey’s keeping herself sober.
For now?[Except, that is, for just the smallest toast. Just for the heck of it. Whether they’ve just gotten started or been at this for a while, she’s watching him closely.]
How’s it feel?
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[The worst did happen. Sunny could tell that Aubrey was devastated. He doesn't know much about Eren, really, but he's glad that he's back for Aubrey's sake, if nothing else.
[Point being, to Sunny, the drinks are just drinks. He's glad that Aubrey fills and toasts her glass too. He assumes they'll be drinking together.
[Attentive girlfriend that she is, Aubrey knew to pick something that had as much sugar as it does alcohol. The drink is fruity, with just a hint of bitterness after you swallow. It makes Sunny scrunch his face up a little, but eventually, he gives a thumbs up, and nods.]
Fruity. Do...you like it?
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[Drinks are drinks. If nothing else, a quiet joy.
[Which means they’re perfect, even before the first drop hits her throat. And it does, as Sunny takes his own drink; Aubrey didn’t raise her glass for nothing. It took more than this to mess her up last time.]
It’s pretty good. [Punctuated with a small nod. His face scrunch is cute.] I think it took me… hm, two or three? [“Two or three” what, Aubrey?] To start feeling any different. Just take it slow. [“Two or three” what, Aubrey?
[Not important!] And we have plenty of water, and I’ll make sure it doesn’t go overboard—you know the spiel. [Or at least, she’s gone over it in her head enough to put the Maruki water war to shame. Experience is nothing if not a teacher.]
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I'll be okay. [Said with a slightly knowing edge, though not unhappy.]
We're safe.
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[There’s a half-silly, half-serious protest on her tongue, until: “We’re safe.”
[Her playfully-obstinate expression softens. But she nudges his foot back anyway, light.]
…Yeah. [The last thing he needs is you you freaking out first.] We are safe. And you’ll be fine.
[Aubrey gives the bottle a swirl, sighing lightly.] I’m glad. [She means it.]
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It's okay...to take a break.
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[I already did for weeks. Not a conversation she wants to have right now.
[Aubrey lifts the bottle to her lip again, but doesn’t tilt it. Just to move while Sunny does, really.]
I mean… someone has to be responsible. [With the cadence of a tease.] You saw the texts.
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Aren't you supposed...to be a bad girl? [Nudge nudge. He gets up on his knees and scoots closer. He takes a big drink.]
Don't...get soft on me now.
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[From anyone else, that nudge might not land—or land entirely wrong. From Sunny? Hell, Aubrey adores him.]
Me? [Spare hand splayed on her chest, mock-offended.] Soft? As if.
[Okay. Fine. She takes a swig. Sunny’s really forcing her hand here.
[It’s so… sweet....]
Is this gonna turn you into a bad boy?
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[So, he swishes the bottle around and shrugs.]
Maybe.
[He means to tease, but his cheeks warm when he asks:] Do you...like that sort of thing?
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Hmm…
[Amongst the banter, she’s still watching him. It can’t be the alcohol flushing his face already, can it…?]
I think… we could be bad together. [Accompanied by just the smallest of smiles; mischievous, too. But the follow-up is wholly genuine:] I like Sunny whether he’s a good boy or a bad boy or… anything in between.
[A beat.]
Even a cat-boy.
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I'm getting...pretty good at that.
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[Aubrey’s grin is wide and immediate, no alcoholic influence necessary. She immediately reaches forward to scritch his feline ears, like some kind of irresistible primal instinct. It’s bad enough when the robot does it already.]
You are! [Small pat to his hair, too, while she’s here.] That was fast… I remember it taking a few minutes the first time.
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[Gripped by this, he scoots to her on his knees, looping his arms loosely over her shoulders. He's still holding the bottle, but at least it's steady. He leans in for a long, warm kiss; lip on lip - that's all, both intimate and chaste.
[When he pulls away, he brushes their noses together. What were they talking about again?]