"Otis, come on! Dance with me!"

"I'm not drunk enough for that."

"Well. Get drunk enough!" She huffed, ordering him a double shot of Jack.

"Whoa...uhh...Okay." He downed the shot, finishing the beer he was working on previously. Adi ordered him two more double shots to finish him off. "Whoa, whoa. Keep that up and I'm not going to be able to stand up." He laughed. Yeah, he was feeling it.

"Come on!"

"Alright, alright." He stood, taking her hand and pulled her to the floor with him.

God, Adi loved it when he danced with her. He wasn't exceptional, but it was so fun. HE was so much fun. She relished every minute with him that she could get him to relax and be himself. She loved his true colors more than anything, and loved him so fully and wholly.

They danced into the night until they were both panting and laughing, leaning against each other and laughing. He pressed his forehead to hers, and she could hear his deep chuckle as he pulled her against him, resting his hands in the small of her back. Her head spun. Even after so many years together, he could still make her heart pound in her ears.

"Hey, handsome." She giggled, kissing him.

"Mm... Hey, mama." He kissed her, kissing her cheek multiple times before he moved down to her neck, growling playfully.

She giggled louder, trying to squirm away from him as his beard tickled her skin. "Otis!"

"MMmm...Whaaaaat...?"

She tried to push him away, giggling uncontrollably. "We're in public!"

"Hnn... I just wanna kiss you..."

"I know, baby. But you don't DO things like this in public, sweetie."

"Other people do..."

"Yeah, but you don't like that. And you're drunk."

He laughed. "Yeah, I am."

She kissed him lovingly on the apple of his cheek. She loved how his cheeks bunched up when he smiled. It was her absolute favorite. "Okay, sweetie. Let's go home."

"Can we have some fun?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"If you make it home, we sure can, sexy." She shoved her hand into his back pocket of his jeans and squeezed.

He squirmed, cinching his eyebrows together. "Mm...Nooo..."

"Ohh, I'm sorry." She smoothed his long gray hair. "Sometimes you like that and sometimes you don't." She kissed his jaw through the soft facial hair. "You're just so fucking sexy..."

"Who, Meeee?"

She laughed outright. "Yes, you. Come on, you drunk loon."

"I'm YOUR drunk loon." He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at her again. She laughed as she loaded him into the car and drove home.

Much to her surprise, he did make it home and through two rounds of making love before he collapsed, curling up to her and snuggling up to her as tight as he could before dozing off.

The next morning, she woke up to him still curled around her tightly, nuzzling into her further.

"Are you awake?" She whispered.

"Huh? Yeah."

She kissed his cheek, squeezing him. "Mmmmm I love you!" She smiled up at him. "Your beard needs trimmed."

He rolled his eyes. "No, it doesn't."

She pat the length of it, fluffing it on his face. "Yes it does. It's so bushy."

"Fine, fine." He got up and she heard his trimmer running. She went down to make some coffee for them.

She heard him come down the stairs and smiled triumphantly. He had shaved his neck the way he knew she liked it, making him look much neater.

"Goodmorning, handsome." She kissed his head.

"Morning..." He rubbed his face.

"You hung over?"

"No...Just a little tired feelin'." He looked up at her. "Where's Cutter?"

She shrugged. "Didn't you see him yet? It's late for him."

"Yeah, I know..." He shrugged. "Oh, well. Fuck him."

"Otis."

"What!?"

"Stop."

He scowled, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Do you know where he was going last night?"

"Yeah." He grumbled.

"Where?"

"To that fuckin' girl's house. Some whore." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Do you know where it is?"

"No." He spat. "I have a loving wife. I don't need a whore."

"You're going to need a dentist to put some teeth back in if you don't stop acting like a fucking child."

He glared at her.

"Okay. So what did he tell you."

"He was going to her house to fuck. It was off the books so he didn't have to pay. She likes him for more than just a customer, I guess..."

"Ah. And you don't know where she lives?"

"...Yeah, I do."

She quirked her eyebrow.

"We were driving around one day and he told me..."

"So why didn't you say you did?"

"Because I hate him."

"Otis."

"I do! He fucking hurt me and I hate him. You know that..." He fidgeted in his seat, giving her puppy dog eyes. She knew what Cutter had done to him. How he had abused him just like his parents. Twice. Those fucking blue eyes looking at her like that almost killed her.

"Ah, yes, but he also took you in when you needed it the most, too. Keep that in mind, Otis."

"But-"

"He could have left your sorry ass rot in that dingey apartment and let you die from that infection."

He glared at her again, narrowing his eyes.

"So we're going to go get him."

"No, we ain't."

"Yes, we are."

"No, We're NOT." He sat up. "I could be the head of this family, Adi! Why don't you see that?!"

"What FAMILY Otis?! You're the only ones left!"

He sat back in his seat, pain crossing his eyes. He loved his family dearly, and she knew he was still mourning their loss. She felt bad, but he was being immature.

"But...but...He HURT me, Adi...He hurt your Otis you love so much."

"Don't-"

"He hurt me..."

"Otis. Stop using that." She stroked his face. "Be the bigger man, huh?"

He grumbled, crossing his arms again and pulling his face away from her.

"Let me put it to you this way." She sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "If you ever want laid again in this century, you'd better help me find him. Deal?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"I can go a lot longer than you can, Otis."

"Mmm...FINE!"

"That's my sweet, handsome, lovely man." She kissed him. "I love you."

He grumbled. "I love you too..."