Kenzi takes advantage of Drunken Tamsin. No, not in that way.

Bo and Kenzi both walked into the Dal, but before Bo got any further than the doorway, her body stiffened at the sight of Tamsin draped over the bar.

Kenzi, who was now a few steps ahead, felt her missing presence and skittered back asking in a hushed voice, "What the hell's wrong with you, BoBo?"

With her eyes still transfixed on the blonde, Bo stammered, "Uh...I forgot something at the shack. I think I'm gonna go back to get it."

"Right now?" Kenzi groaned with her entire body then finally relented and waved the succubus off. "Fine, fine. Away with you."

When Bo darted out like a bat out of hell, Kenzi casually ambled towards the drunken valkyrie by the bar, hands deeply in her pocket and pulling out a chain. She dropped the chain onto the bar's surface, the clattering jerking the blonde into a semi-state of sobriety as she looked up with a frown. "Oh," Tamsin examined the necklace and the recognition slowly formed on her face. "I thought I lost that somewhere."

"So I came home one night and found a fucking dent on one of our walls," Kenzi began. "I go to watch Shaun of the Dead and you know what happened? I fell into the couch," Kenzi took a moment for the words to sink in. "It broke, blondie. It broke in half. So, what I'm wondering is what the fuck happened while I was gone?"

Tamsin gave a half smirk, her eyes more soundly focused on the clear, enticing liquid sitting in the bottle in front of her. Kenzi shifted on her stool at the Dal, unsure if the bitch even heard her. When she studied the blonde, taking note of her lazy smile and the button-up white shirt half tucked into her pants, all signs pointed to no. But when her green eyes suddenly snapped to the human, the daze momentarily lifted and she said, "Well, I don't really remember much about that night."

Kenzi wrinkled her nose, cocking her head towards the vodka. "How am I not surprised if you carry that shit with you everywhere, Memento?"

There was some sort of coughing snort. Kenzi wasn't sure, but this bitch was wasted. "Look, Candy," Tamsin slurred.

"Ken-zi. Kenzi!" The human was almost horrified. Who in their right fucking mind would ever call her something like that? It was worse than the thought of listening to Lauren and Bo having sex.

"What-the-fuck-ever," the blonde waved her hand. "The point is..." She suddenly blinked slowly and lowered her head onto the bar while her legs kicked back and forth with her ass somehow firmly planted on the stool. It was like an amazing trapeze act.

"Are you gonna finish that thought?" Kenzi prodded.

Tamsin sat straight up, breathing deeply. "Of course. Just give me a fucking minute, will you?"

"Sure thing, vodka breath. I'm just here minding my own business, drinking my beer, talking to you of all people-Are you gonna fucking tell me or not?!"

"Alright, already." The blonde swung her entire body around, green eyes firmly locked with Kenzi's curious blue gaze. "Look...if you were completely immune to alcohol poisoning, would you really want to go through this world sober all the time?"

"Uh..."

"Yeah. I thought so."

"Ok, well, that explains why you are perpetually shitfaced," Kenzi nodded slowly. "But it does not explain what happened to my fucking couch!"

There was that dazed look again as the blonde's green eyes rolled up her head, the smirk still stupidly wide across her cheeks. "That was the fault of a particular succubus."

Kenzi froze in space, the only discerning movement was from the eyes popping out of her head. "No..." she slowly lamented. ""No, no, no! You did not just bang the wondersnatch on my couch!"

"Well, the bitch was clearly asking for it." Tamsin picked up the bottle again and began reading the warning label on the back with enthusiasm.

"No wonder she's bathing two times a day..." Kenzi muttered as the pieces of the puzzle clicked together.

A chortle from the blonde snapped her attention back. "She chi-sucked me. Can't get rid of me that easily." Tamsin began to furiously scratch at the label, then got quickly irritated, shrugged, and took another gulp. Kenzi watched in awed terror as the liquid flowed into the blonde's mouth like a funnel, draining down into her throat until there wasn't a single drop left. She blinked several times in her frozen state, watching a literal display of bottom's up.

Finally, Kenzi cleared her throat. "Ok, ok. So it was, like, a drunken thing right? One night stand? I thought you guys hated each other."

The valkyrie blew her lips out in a puff, sliding her arm out and accidentally knocking over the empty vodka bottle as it came crashing to the ground. Kenzi stared at the shattered pieces for a moment then quickly shifted her attention back to the blonde. "Don't I know it," Tamsin said. "You ever see Dyson, you tell him I am shaving off more than just his beard."

"What's this gotta do with the wolf junk?"

"Well, it was his bet."

"You betted with Dyson to sex up BoBo?" Kenzi paused, her eyes widening at the thought as she settled into an amused smirk. "Dude...that's so wrong...But somehow so right."

Tamsin gave her a knowing smile, her green eyes lighting up in sync with Kenzi's. "Bitch wasn't complaining then."

Kenzi settled back into her space, her fingers furiously drumming the bar's surface as she processed her conversation with the unsteady valkyrie. This was what it clearly meant to have too much time on your hands but at least she wasn't alone in that endeavor.

A thought suddenly popped into her head, but Kenzi pushed it away. When she stole a glance at the valkyrie, the idea nagged her again, the opportunity too good to pass up. Finally, she poked the blonde back into consciousness. "Hey, hey, hey. Listen up. How 'bout another bet?"

Tamsin sat up again, slightly groggy. "I'm listening..."

The human leaned over and began to whisper in Tamsin's ear. The valkyrie's smile grew wider as the words began to pour in.

"Ok," Tamsin accepted. "And what's your end of the bargain, pipsqueak?"

Kenzi contemplated the possibilities in her head, mulling over the many undesirable things that she might have to do. "Hmm." Finally, her lips curled up. "I'll give you my tab at the Dal."

"It's on."