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Since these characters are still quite new (COUGHfourdaysoldCOUGH) I took some liberties when discussing their ages and affiliation. I tried to keep it vague so it would still be suitable later on. With any luck their relationship will soon become more fleshed out in show and these will be easier to write. Enjoy!
Qrow was beginning to believe that alcohol wasn't the real problem in his life.
As he watched the girl in front of him down the whiskey shot and slam the empty glass on the counter he found his eyes drifting away from her own. They focused on her throat as she swallowed before catching a drip wind its path away from the corner of her mouth. They followed the droplet of golden brown liquid as it rolled down her chin, along the middle of her neck, and preceded to disappear into the v of her dress. Qrow quickly returned his focus back to her eyes when she spoke.
"I don't understand why you make this sound so difficult." She raised an eyebrow at him leaning her hip on the bar to her left.
"The drinking itself isn't the hard part. It's keeping it down."
Winter pursed her lips, "I find that tough to believe."
He shrugged, "Well then Ice Queen, you up for a little challenge?"
The girl's eyebrows rose in question. "What are you contemplating in that dense head of yours?"
"If you can out drink me, I'll let you have one free punch."
Her eyes widened as she considered the statement. He could see her brain working a hundred miles an hour. She was trying to find the catch in his words. He saw her mouth open to question him, but before she spoke he chose to answer the inquiry he was sure she would ask, "If you win, then you have one free blow, that I swear to you, I will not dodge."
"That doesn't seem fair, we both know you aren't hurt by physical hits." She let a smirk form on her cherry lips. Qrow felt a shiver run down his spine.
He shrugged the shudder off, "I was just trying to be a gentleman and give you something you wanted as a prize." He leaned in to her ear and whispered, "After all, its just a fun little game."
Seeing the tips of her ears turn red he grinned to himself. He loved it when that happened; after all it was much too easy to get her embarrassed in public. He pulled away and watched as she finally nodded, "I'll do it. But only if I get to choose where to target."
He let out a grin, "Whoa, there is a huge difference between healing from a bruised gut and trying to get over a clawed back."
She made a nonchalant hand motion, "Those are my rules, if you don't like them I can just leave. Heck, making you so soar you can't move may just have to wait." That statement created some lovely fantasies in his head.
Fuck this, I can't back away now. He was confident in his drinking ability, but he wasn't quite as confident in his state of mind around her. "Fine, but if I win, we get to do another one of those private wrestling matches."
He saw her body stiffen and her voice was higher when she let out a squeaky, "What?"
There, how does your own medicine taste.
"Don't have a panic attack Ice Queen," As he said her nickname her expression transformed into a pout, "No matter who wins the prize will be good." He waggled his eyebrows, "Heck, this time I won't even be taking your virginity."
Her eyes narrowed and seconds later her hand hit his face. The booming sound from the impact was enough to cause the bar guests around them to turn and stare.
Qrow let out a sigh, opening his jaw to try and remove the ache in his cheek. More than anything the hit revitalized him. He turned his face back to the girl in front of him, "I guess that might have been a little rude to say aloud considering where we are but-"
"Hold your tongue. You have a deal."
He was shocked. He hadn't expected her to go along with it so quickly. Who was he kidding? It was Winter. All it took for him to get her to do anything was to turn it into a personal contest. "You sure? I thought you rather liked my tongue?" His voice almost cracked. Fuck man, get a hold of yourself. She's younger than you and you still let her get under your skin like this.
"I do." That glimmer in her icy eyes told him so much more, "But I'm planning on being the one to make you lose control this time."
He grinned, "Then I'm looking forward to it."
She made no response to his words, only rolling her eyes and turning back towards the waiting bartender. "I want one of every drink on your menu." She handed the man a shiny credit card.
Qrow actually laughed, "Wow, won't your daddy get mad that you're using the family account to pay for alcohol."
To his surprise she whipped around towards him, her finger right in front of his face, her other hand propped on her hip accentuating the waist he was already well familiar with. Her voice was cold and low as she hissed, "There's something you have yet to understand, you drunk bastard. No one, and that includes you, has any control over me and what I choose to do."
He stared at her anger filled eyes, and after a second his mouth moved automatically, "Then why is it you do whatever Ironwood tells you to, like a beat bitch?"
That earned him a punch to the gut. I really should know better by now.
Winter slammed back another shot. "Pungent," she made a motion of trying to choke herself before swallowing the burning liquid down.
Qrow reached for one of the remaining bottles and gulped down half of the pale liquor. He smacked his lips, "distinct."
Winter shook her head, grabbing the bottle from his grasp. Her motions were turning sloppy and he could see the alcohol taking hold of her. She raised the bottle to her mouth and chugged down the remaining liquid. "Premium."
Qrow found himself smiling. The girl had lasted surprisingly long. How long had it been now? His eyes tried to make out the bar clock through the glass wall that now separated the two of them from the heater within. He barely managed to make out a two and a- he gave up. The bright light hurt his eyes, and in truth he would much rather spend his time taking in the lovely woman at his side. He turned his attention back to her. She was sitting on the sidewalk adjacent to him. How she managed to sit down in that short dress without flashing him was something he would never know. A second later, Winter was forcing another glass into his hand.
He didn't hesitate to bring it to his mouth. He recognized the familiar taste of Irish Whiskey running down his throat and into the boiling pit of death that was his stomach. He made a show out of smacking his lips and winking at her, "Your refined vocabulary seems to be disappearing the more you drink." He thought for a second before saying "Blended."
"You wish." Winter grabbed the one of the few remaining glasses sitting to her left, tipping its contents promptly into her mouth. This was the first time he had seen her drink like this. She wasn't taking a second to enjoy the buzzed feeling the alcohol gave her, only focusing on beating him. She wiped her hand across her mouth, swallowing loudly before yelling, "Poignant!"
Qrow leaned back slowly until he was lying against the cement. The bar tender had kicked them out an hour ago. Other customers had apparently felt uncomfortable around the two drunken competitors, and he guessed that they had gotten rather loud in their "descriptive word game". The Boss had tried to interrupt their competition, which had led to Winter giving him an earful of her thoughts on his rubbish life, and repugnant face, and the atrocious establishment. He had grabbed as many drinks as he could prior to dragging her the hell out of there before a fight broke out. I'll have to find a new bar to get wasted in.
They had managed to continue their bet for a while on the sidewalk outside before realizing that they would soon run out of the most necessary thing to their gamble. Alcohol. He listened as Winter finished up the final glass of the intoxicating liquid, and was shocked when he heard her utter a rare, "Fuck."
Sitting up he noticed that her neck and chest were now covered in a liquor. "Had a little accident huh?"
There was a minute of dead silence before she managed to ask, "How are you not dead?" Her eyes were barely able to focus on his.
In truth he had no idea, with the amount he drank on a regular basis there was no doubt he should be dead. "I guess I just built up a tolerance." It took an abnormally high amount of alcohol to get him drunk. He needed something new to take up his time, and that something was now someone.
She stared at him blankly for a minute before letting out a smile that caused his heart to skip a beat. What the fuck? I haven't acted this way due to a smile since my teenage years.
"Well that last gulp means I win!" She let out a childish screech of joy into the night sky. He let out a huff of laughter. This was the first time he'd seen her this way. It was refreshing. Seeing Winter act like a carefree child for once… she had to be so drunk.
"You spilled half of it on yourself." His eyes took her all in. The white dress's collar was soaked and the dipping top was giving him a dangerous view of her silky skin.
"I still won." Even in her buzzed state Qrow could hear the challenge behind her words. It was just like her. She would never let him have the satisfaction of winning if she could help it.
"I don't think so." He rolled on top of her, making sure to keep his weight concentrated on his arms that were pinning her in. A second later his mouth was on her neck. He ran his lips over her smooth skin, licking up the droplets of the tangy spilled drink. His tongue followed the curve of her collarbone and he heard her let out a breath. He sucked on the area where her neck and shoulders met, earning a slight moan from the girl below him. He was now approaching dangerous territory. He dipped lower, down towards the v of her dress. He lapped at the area between her breasts managing to consume the scotch off her skin. He moved quickly biting a hardened nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. The sound that escaped her mouth had him nearing paradise. Suddenly her hands were pushing against his shoulders, and immediately he stopped, even he wouldn't stoop so low as to take it farther than she wanted, especially in her current state.
Her face was red. That's new. Qrow had seen her ears turn red before but he had never seen her entire face such a bright crimson. He could feel his stomach tighten with want.
"Nothing personal. I just can't let you win." His voice was husky, his eyes zoning in on her. Her dress looked like it had been plundered. The straps were off her shoulders, the top barely covering where his mouth had just been. Even the skirt was in disorder, barely hiding her shapely ass from his sight.
Her eyes were on his, her neck straining, her head off the ground to watch his careful scrutiny. His heart was racing. Alcohol never gave him this high. This predatory joy only came when he was with her. Qrow had never stated it aloud before but he was ready to now. He opened his mouth to say three words he hadn't uttered in his lifetime.
Before a word had escaped his mouth he saw her eyes roll back. In a second he was moving. He got his hand under her head before it smacked against the pavement.
"I guess we found your limit huh?" He whispered the question to the passed out figure in his arms. She would no doubt have a raging headache tomorrow. He sighed. The girl would likely have some angry language for him about the perverted display he put on her tonight. "On the side of a street no less!" He could already imagine her words.
Looking at her face, her eyes closed peacefully, her mouth hanging open, he couldn't help but smile. Even now her cheeks were colored a lovely shade of pink. In that moment the years between the two of them felt more evident.
In the future he might be forced to let her go, but as of this moment Qrow held her close. He was careful to shield her from any prying eyes daring to look too close at the drunken couple that was still hanging around outside the bar.
As he picked her up in his arms and began the long trek back to his apartment, he couldn't help repeating three secret words in his head.
You're my addiction.
This story will likely end up being 2-3 chapters, so be on the look out if you liked it! Hopefully, I will be able to upload the next part within a few days (the sooner the better). Hope to see you there!
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