I've been trying my hand at the good old fashioned drabble! Chapter 3 will contain a longer ficlet, whereas other chapters are more like snapshots!
He slammed the glass back down on the bar with more force than she was expecting.
"Seven!" he slurred, grinning at her and striking a wide-armed pose on the stool. She grabbed his shirt before he could lose his balance.
"Idiot," she laughed, jumped up and wrapped her arms around his chest, "It's not a competition."
"But I'm winning," he pouted down at her and rested his hands on the small of her back, fingertips stroking, "Why won't you just let me win, Myst?"
She laughed and, without letting herself over-think it, pressed her lips to his.