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Drink

"Scarf lady?"

A cup of sake in hand, the red haired demon watched with amusement as Nanami stumbled around the perimeter of the room. It should have been expected that she had such low alcohol tolerance since she was still a minor where she came from, but Akura-Ou had no knowledge of that. He simply found the bottles of sake—Mizuki's sake—in her bag and declared a drinking party.

In response, she giggled as her legs buckled under her weight and let her forehead hit the top of the table. She groaned and then struggled to sit upright. Akura-Ou poured himself another cup and raised it to his lips.

She stuck her hand out, sake cup in hand, and silently pleaded for him to pour her another one. He laughed and passed the bottle to her other hand. "I'm not pouring you anything."

"But… sake…!" she whined and held the bottle in front of him as if his acceptance would be the answer to the meaning of life. He merely leaned on his elbow and watched her futile attempts to get him to pour her a cup with amusement.

"Another," he nonchalantly ignored her request and held out his own cup. Nanami tipped the bottle over on reflex to pour him another one. In her drunken state, she could hardly keep her mind intact enough to realize that she was supposed to be bugging him to pour it, not her. "That's a good girl."

She whined again and held out her cup to him, waiting. Akura-Ou relinquished the cup from her hands and ran his tongue along the outer rim, watching her reaction to such an act. He took the bottle of sake and poured just a tiny bit into the cup before handing it back to her.

Nanami drank from it all the same, as if she did not notice that he trailed all of his saliva over her cup.

He burst out into loud laughter at that, and she looked at him quizzically for only a second before laughing with him, even if she had no idea what he was laughing about.

"Oh, scarf lady, you are a riot!" he grinned and downed his eleventh cup of alcohol. She merely gave him an airy smile and then squinted in his general direction. He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"You haaave… sa-saaa-sake," she slurred as she sluggishly made her way over to him. He decided to humour her and not move away.

"What of it?" his lips twitched upward in a horribly concealed grin.

"I want… sooome," she hiccupped and steadied herself with his knees. Her hands trailed up to caress his face messily, like an inexperienced lover. He did not move.

And then he realized that she was all too close, that the fog of alcohol had probably gotten to him too, because one moment she was stumbling around and the next her lips were over his, and the scent of alcohol hit him like a ton of bricks. The shock lasted a moment, before he snaked his hands up the bottom of her kimono to her thighs, and she squeaked.

Nanami pushed away from him and tripped over her own feet. He grabbed her wrist before she could go too far, and pulled her down to his lap.

"You shouldn't leave things half-finished, scarf lady," he breathed into her ear, and his hands tugged at the obi that held her kimono together.

The sake bottle was left half-empty.