Author's Note: Written for the 10 themes LJ comm., because this pairing makes a great deal of sense. Tak is manipulative and Keef begs to be manipulated. Also, they look very nice together. Quite a contrast. Please review and tell me what you think, as I'm not sure if I've kept them both in character. I came up with this pairing a while ago, but honestly I only had a brief glimpse into Keef's head. It's quite possible I'm not doing this all that well.

However, I chose the food set of themes on a whim. I understand, logically and canonically, Tak would not be able to have most (if any) of these foods/drinks. Please do not flame me, as I know I have bent canon here. I just ask you ignore this for the sake of the drabbles. Thank you.

I own nothing and make no profit off of this. (Though I wish the latter weren't true.)

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Tak drank champagne.

Keef had never known anyone could frink without getting drunk. His mother got smashed, his father would drink her under the table, and they'd both end up sprawled across the floor without fail each Friday night. He never realized that not all alcohol was strong enough to knock people over. He never though that someone would have the self control to drink in moderation. Skool had reinforced that ideal.

Yet Tak, despite her age, sat there and sipped alcohol lightly.

Champagne. Somehow it was so suiting fo her. Her room decked out in velvet and otherworldly art went perfect with the image of an elegant teen sipping champagne. And she was only sipping as the night went by and they watched a symphony on pay per view. It made total sense that Tak, who never yelped or screamed or raised her voice, could be so mellow with a glass in her hand. She was not a drunk. She was, in Keef's eyes, a lady. Ladies had champagne. It was expensive and unusual. Just like Tak.

What he had a hard time understanding was that line between alcoholic and occasional drinker. His mother and father had vodka and whiskey. Tak had champagne and the occasional white wine. To anyone else, the difference would've been clear, but Keef was scared. He was scared Tak would get drunk one night and insult him like his mother did. Maybe she'd have too much and hit him like his father did. He didn't know how she was when she got smashed.

Because, to his surprise, she never had more than two glasses in a sitting. After that, she very deliberately cut herself off for the rest of the night. On one occasion, she let him finish off her second glass, and he was more surprised she didn't seem to want it than he was at the taste. Feeling trusted and pleasantly surprised, he laid his head on her shoulder.

Maybe it was okay Tak drank champagne.