This is what happens when requests turn into crazy plot bunnies in my head - a request for Bunny to have a relationship, and a secondary request from someone else for that someone to be one of Annamore's roommates... So uh, this happened. This style of chapter won't be usual for this fic, however, this actually will affect things later on in the fic so it kind of worked out nicely. So expect to see random appearances from these two throughout the fic, but it will still be mostly Meissa and Dune taking center stage. - Not the Milk
"Are you sure this is OK, mates?" Bunnymund asked, looking around nervously, ears twitching from the back of the group. He made for an unusual figure this night, wearing a suit and a tie. He kept tugging at the bowtie around his neck, finding it too tight, but the worst part was the pants. They made it hard for him to move properly, but the others had insisted.
Jack shook his head at the rabbit. "It's just a party."
"Yes, but it's a human party. They probably won't even see us." He continued grumbling.
"You know, I heard you had fun at that Halloween party at my college. Don't want to try that again?" Annamore winked at him knowingly.
"That was a costume party, it was different. And you were human too. You were able to get people to believe in us. Your roommates were pretty decent, really." He raised a furred eyebrow at his friend, wondering what she'd meant by the wink.
Sandy rolled his eyes at the rabbit, giving his worries a dismissive wave. He pointed at a rather large house, situated on the outskirts of a city, in what was obviously a well to do neighborhood. Sighing, Bunny stopped complaining and followed them up the steps. Annamore rang the doorbell confidently, stepping back to wait with the others. The twins were being babysat by mermaids – they had pondered asking Jamie or Sophie, but decided that the risk of the kids accidentally using their powers on their babysitters would be too high.
The woman who opened the door was in her thirties, but she gasped when she opened the door. "Anny! I'm so glad you showed up!" She reached out and pulled the cupid into a hug before turning a smile to the rest. "Good to see you all again. Come on in, we've got some of the old gang here tonight."
Bunny gaped at her for a moment, while her attention was on others, but managed to clamp his jaw shut again before she could look at him. When she did, however, the look on her face was more mischievous than he might have expected from an adult human. "Remember me?" She asked him curiously.
"How could I forget hand girl?" He started examining the room and the people within to keep from looking too disturbed. "Your name was Sara, right?"
"That would be me." She pointed to other people in the room. "You remember Mei, I'm sure, and Shell?" She first indicated a small, beautiful, Asian woman, then a lightly tanned woman with very fluffed up hair. They were both deep in conversation with Annamore already, laughing as she showed them pictures of the twins, and they responded with pictures of their own.
He nodded. "Drunk girl and beard girl."
"Wait, beard girl?" She gave him a confused look. "She kept trying to remove North's beard." He explained, nose wiggling slightly as he fought to keep a mildly serious face.
This was all a little surreal for him, talking to an adult human beyond Jamie and Sophie. They grew up still believing, so he didn't find them weird. But having people he'd only met once, who seemed like perfectly normal people, was odd. He realized that Jack and North were talking to a couple of men, too. "Wait, you three I can understand believing in us, since you knew Anny, but how can they see us?" He indicated the men.
"Mei and Shell's husbands. While psychology majors are known for being a little odd, they decided that all three of us couldn't be insane, so we convinced them to believe." She laughed a little. "You have no idea how badly they wanted to meet Santa once we told them we had. I guess men never grow up."
"Neither have you, Sheila." He allowed her to lead him further into the room. She handed him a glass of wine, picking one up herself. "I've grown up enough. I get drunk on classier drinks, now, at least when people are watching."
He sniffed it cautiously before taking a sip, looking back at her. "What about your husband?" He asked, looking around, expecting to see another man.
"Ah, I'm the last to hold out there. Not found too many guys I get along with." She grinned at him. "I'm accused of being picky. How about you? You didn't bring a date either."
"Ah, hard to bring a date when you're the last of your species." He replied, taking a gulp of the wine to try to cover the note of sadness in his voice. He didn't want to be a party killer, but she had asked.
She stared at him, wide eyed for a moment as his words sunk in, before glancing away quickly so that he couldn't see her eyes misting up. "That's terrible. I'm so sorry." Her voice cracked so slightly it would have been imperceptible to another human. His ears twitched slightly at that, prompting him to put a paw on her arm. "Don't worry about it, Sheila. I didn't say it to make you feel bad. I've had a very long time to come to terms with it."
He walked her over to the couch, encouraging her to sit down, before placing himself next to her. Glancing around the room, he noticed they were getting the occasional unconcerned looks, but no one was paying them any real mind. They took simultaneous swigs of the wine, bigger than before. He felt the warmth run down his throat and into his stomach, soothing his nerves. Obviously, it was having the same effect on Sara. Her eyes kept flickering towards him as if she wanted to say something, but instead she kept downing more wine.
He finished off the last of his drink quickly. "So is this place yours?" He asked as she poured him another glass. "Yeah, it's the benefit of being all work and no play. I get a nice big house and no one to share it with. Except for my pet fish." She pointed across the room to a rather large, plant filled tank. He stared at the tank intently. "You must have a lot of fish."
"Nope. Just one, but he's really big." She stood up and motioned him over to the tank, where she pointed behind a few plants. "Meet Wallace, a long-nose Gar." He leaned forward to see the fish. It was almost two feet in length and had a long snout, teeth sprouting out of its mouth in a terrifying grin that almost made the boogeyman's grin look innocent in comparison. He turned back to the owner, a look of begrudging respect on his face. "You know, most Sheila's prefer more adorable pets. I'm beginning to think you're a bit more fun than most."
They went back to the couch and continued talking, and drinking, getting more comfortable with each other as the get together dragged on. Occasionally someone or another would walk over and ask a quick question, but they would wander off again and the two would continue their conversation. Through a little careful prodding, Sara got him to reveal a little bit of his history, although she was careful not to ask too much at one time. Eventually she leaned on him, feeling a little loopy. "Hey, Bunnyboy!" She cheerfully attempted to get his attention, reaching up to scratch him behind his ears. "This is like last time. Except now you're drunk too." She smiled at him.
He wanted to protest, but his body betrayed him by leaning into the scratch. She let up for a moment, then slid her hand down underneath his chin to try scratching him there. He managed to catch her hand before she could start this time, breathing slightly heavily. "Back to your old tricks, eh, hand girl?"
She gave her arm a yank, not to free it, but to pull him a little closer. "That's right." She gave him a challenging look and started scratching him with her other hand this time. "You really shouldn't do that." He mumbled, his eyes closing. "I'll start thinking you like me."
"You'd be right." He could hear her giggle despite the blood pumping in his ears.
His eyes flew open, green eyes meeting green. He'd only just realized her eyes were green, although hers were a slightly darker shade. "Ever been to Australia?" He asked quietly, as she stopped scratching him. He was thankful everyone else seemed too preoccupied to notice them right now.
She shook her head, eyes twinkling. He stood up and offered her his paw. When she accepted, he pulled her up and quietly tapped his foot on the floor, while motioning for her to stay quiet. She looked down the hole he'd made in her floor with curiosity, but didn't question or fight when he caught her in his arms and dropped into it.
Ten minutes later, Jack stopped and glanced around the room suspiciously. "Hey, where did the two couch potatoes go?"
Sandy waved to get Jack's attention and then showed a sand image of the bunny jumping with a person down a hole. "You watched them go?"
Sandy nodded, obviously amused by the rabbit's actions. He pointed at the wine and indicated the two had been drunk.
"Sandy, couldn't you have said something sooner?" Tooth asked, looking worried. When Sandy sent a withering glare at her she jumped. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, Sandy."
"They ran off together, huh? That explains so much." Annamore said thoughtfully.
Sandy turned towards her with a question mark over his head, while the others vocalized his thoughts. "What do you mean?" North asked, obviously confused.
"Did I ever tell you guys that after I gained my powers back she was actually one of my first targets? That was how I found out that her and the others could still see me, because they'd actually started to believe me when I said I was cupid."
Her husband nodded, having heard as much, but the others hadn't. Jack shrugged, still confused. "What does that have to do with this?"
"Notice she's still single? And I've never had to shoot anyone for her. What if she's had a thing for Bunny ever since that Halloween party?"
Bunny tried to give her a tour of the warrens, but instead of focusing on what he was showing her she kept reaching over and gently running her hands over his fur, or trying to touch his ears. It was driving him insane, since he was trying to be a gentle pooka. He was trying to show her some of the new designs he was testing for next year's Easter when she suddenly stood on her tiptoes, grabbed two handfuls of fur on his chest, and pulled him down low enough to press her lips against his furry ones.
She felt incredibly nice against his fur, he thought to himself in his alcohol addled state of mind. Without fighting he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and bent a little lower so that she wouldn't have to be on her toes. When they paused for breath he gave her a searching look. "Why?"
"Ask me tomorrow." She replied honestly, tweaking his tail lightly.
He nodded, accepting that answer. He took her hand and led her deeper into the warrens.