"Uggghh... where's the nearest... casino when you need one?!"

"Casinos are for... old people!"

It was never like Mickey to drink. She dreaded the sight of alcohol, because of her father's past of drinking and acting violent, but, since that night of encountering her mother in two years, she wanted nothing more but to wash out the memory, by drinking down shots of vodka and mixed drinks. This was the first night she ever had any liquor on the island. And it was even her first time drinking alongside Vaas, since he was more of a drinker than she.

Both the pirate lords had just left the pub, and were stumbling awkwardly through a dirt road in the evening together. Mickey tried her best to keep her composure, while Vaas kept pausing and walking, so that he wouldn't tumble over on his two left feet.

"Fuck it." Vaas just slurred, finally tumbling onto the ground, his body flopped like a dropped book.

Mickey saw him fall and tried to turn around and laugh at him, but she also tumbled on her two feet, and fell backwards. She didn't wail out in pain. She just giggled loudly at herself for falling over like a log. "I'm so silly!" Mickey giggled more, trying to pull herself up. She saw through her dizzy vision that Vaas was also trying to get up, halfway standing to victor. "Move faster, you poor sod!" Mickey shouted at him.

"Shaadup, and don't tell me what to do!" Vaas pointed at Mickey with both index fingers, trying to keep his body steady. "I don't need another leg! I got... O-Oh shit!" Vaas panicked. "Wh-Where are my legs?!"

"Aaahhh!" Mickey also screamed. "They're below your torso!"

"How the fuck did they get there!" Vaas screamed down at his legs. "Start moving forward, swines." He commanded his immobile legs, with no response. "These motherfuckers wouldn't know how to move, if their lives depended on it!" Vaas looked down at his legs, unknowingly falling forward on his face.

When he hit the ground with a loud thud, Mickey was laughing nonstop at him. "You silly, silly drunk, you!" Mickey pointed at him, laughing some more. She crawled her way towards him, helping him turn over to his back. "Vaas, I've... I've got to tell you something before I forget." Mickey eventually turned him over to his back, seeing him chuckling to himself with a stupid grin on his face. "Wh... Wh... Where do you live?"

"Oh my God... I think..." Vaas pointed straight up at a short hill, where his exact shack was sitting at. "I think I live there, on the boulevard of broken dreams." Vaas quietly said, but then busted a gut when he saw Mickey's fallen expression. "Let's go up the hill!"

"F... Fine..." Mickey pushed herself up to her feet, trying her best to pull Vaas up to his own feet.

[Inside The Drunk Shack]

"I've got to tell you something, Mickey. I've got to tell you something!"

"What? What? What is it, babycakes?"

Vaas pointed straight at Mickey, and slurred, "I love you." He squinted hard at Mickey. "I love you like a love song."

"And I you." Mickey made a stupid smile on her face, that stretched out ear-to-ear. "And I you, mi amour."

"No. Really." Vaas moved towards Mickey, moving his arms in front of himself, looking like he was trying to walk through an invisible crowd towards Mickey. "I mean it, girly. I love you like a love song. All I need is a beauty and a beat, with you. I just died in your arms toniiiggghhht!" Vaas dropped down next to Mickey on the cot. "You make me laugh! I fucking hate laughing, too." He pointed his finger in Mickey's face again, and started to sing a song. "If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you goooo... Something, something, something, I can't think of the rest. And I sing like a garbage crusher, when I see you next to meeeee. If I was your boyfriend, I'd ask you to take me home... Take me hooome!"

"Sssshhhhh." Mickey put both her hands on Vaas' face. "I think I hear the lions sleep tonight."

Vaas immediately went to the window of the shack and pushed it open. "Hey! Shut the fuck up! The lions sleep toniiiiight!"

"Sssshhhh!" Mickey pulled Vaas back into the shack, and shut the window. "Don't scream!"

"I don't take orders from anyone!" Vaas was back on his cot. "But, I'll listen to you, because you the best. You the, you the best!" He gave her a thumbs-up.

The two nimrods were drunk out of their minds, after taking too many shots of liquor. Drinking Devil's Springs and Captain Morgan just made them purely stupid and overall unpredictable by actions. They were also confessing things to each other that were obviously secretive ideals they would never exploit.

"Hug me, what's-your-name!" Mickey opened her arms up to Vaas, stumbling towards him.

"I can't remember my name, either, whatever-you-name-was!"

Both of the pirates embraced, and laughed hard when Mickey couldn't stand up straight, and just sat down on Vaas' lap.

"You're. So. Kind." Vaas taps his fingertip over Mickey's nose. "I'll kiss you like the Pope does." Vaas cupped Mickey's face in his hands, and roughly kissed her on the forehead, breaking the kiss seconds later with a loud "mwah!"

"Ekk. Unattractive." Mickey put her hand in Vaas' face. "Just kiss me on the cheek, freakshow."

Vaas didn't listen to that idea, of course. He kissed Mickey on her neck, feeling her skin crawl uncomfortably. "Why you no like?"

"Sorry..." Mickey rubbed her neck where Vaas kissed her at. "I'm very welsh. I might disappoint you, sweethearts."

"What? Are you telling me..." Vaas cupped Mickey's face in his hands and brought her close to his face. He pressed their foreheads together. "You've never done anything sensual in your life?"

"Nope." Mickey admitted, bravely. "Never."

"You a liar!" Vaas barked out, profound. "You're twenty-three years of age, and had never done anything sexy in your life!"

"NO." Mickey repeated herself firmly. "I'm a strong, independent, proud British gal, who don't need no man!" She stood herself up from Vaas' lap, stumbling up to her feet to try standing straight like an honorable soldier. "Forces cannot be heard from this gal. But, I'll admit one thing I've done funny..."

Vaas dramatically gasps in surprise, like a housewife that's about to hear a juicy gossip. "What is it, babycakes? You can tell daddy anything!"

Mickey brought her voice down to a whisper. "Back in England, when I went out clubbing with my girls, I knew how to twerk."

Vaas' expression fell face to the sound of that. His lips formed an "O".

But, he obviously couldn't believe it for long. "Nah. You fucking lie, you silly, silly drunk. You should prove it, then, if you speak the truth!"

Mickey just stuck her tongue at Vaas as a "no". "I hadn't booty danced in years. I probably can't even remember how to do it." Mickey stumbled over to the wooden table in the shack, trying to keep herself standing. "Let's see..." She spoke to herself. "You first," She turned to face Vaas. "Bend over forward slightly," She bent over forward just very slightly, so that she would plummet on her face. "You put your hands on your knees. Bring your booty out, with an arch of your back, and then, you just dance!" With that, Mickey started to pop her behind. "Twerking is like regular booty popping, so it's pretty fucking stupid to give it a name, anyhow." Mickey explained, still shaking it.

Vaas was staring right at her in awe. Never had he once thought his bubbly, lovely and psychotic little girl could do something so sensual. Not to mention, had never been once touched by a man in her young, adult life. Then again, if Mickey dedicated that to herself, then it should have been obvious from start.

"You," Vaas pointed at Mickey, once she stopped dancing. "You are a mermaid."

"Noooo..." Mickey tried disagreeing, knowing where Vaas was getting at.

"I'm serious!" Vaas shouted, trying to speak. "You lure men in like a siren, get their attention from their mates, and then, you just push them away once they get close!" Vaas squinted at Mickey, with a serious look on his face. "I bet you could lure in as many men you wanted, and kill them all."

"Well, I don't." Mickey waved him off. "I'm just a typical girl now. Deal with it."

"Let's get you refreshed then." Vaas gestured his index finger to Mickey. "C'mere."

"No." Mickey barked out, seeing Vaas' face fall. "Don't tell me what to do! I'll move my legs if I want!" With that, Mickey started moving towards Vaas, but just plummeted down on her stomach on his cot. "I'm fucking tired of standing."

"Then just lay down." Vaas loomed over Mickey's back, with his body hovering over her's. "I promise I'll be good to you."

Mickey felt Vaas' rough hand brush some strands of red hair from the back of her neck, and start kissing her skin there. He slowly brought his body down to her's, massaging his large palms over her sides, to try and relax her.

Mickey was still awake, but not minding the closeness Vaas was giving to her. It just brought her back to a time when she cried in bed, one year ago, and Vaas went out of his character to comfort her the entire night, holding her close, and saying assuring comments to calm her down. Being around this man for two years, it wasn't scary to have him this close. He felt like a blanket over her back, warming her up with his alcohol-fueled body, and wet lips-kisses on her neck.

"Move." Mickey said, trying to turn over on her back. Once she did, Vaas laid his body back down on her. "You're heavy."

"Yes, I am." Vaas says against her neck. "Deal with it."

"Can I kiss you?" Mickey bravely asks, feeling her face rush to a red color when Vaas chuckled against her.

He lifted his upper body up to look down at her. "When does the Great Mickey ask permission?"

The two pirates kissed, sharing their first ever real kiss together. Mickey felt something completely different from kissing another man. She had kissed before, but, with Vaas, something lit up on fire in her heart, that started to heat up her entire body. Mickey opened her eye to look at Vaas, and saw that his eyes were already open.

"Holy fucking shit!" Mickey squealed in fright. "Don't do that! That's scary!"

Vaas didn't say anything. His eyes just studied her good eye, seeing that it was churning emotions full of confusion, excitement, and worry. He hadn't seen that in a long time, in anyone's eyes. His eyes were darkened with something Mickey couldn't seriously read, because she's never seen it before on him. She saw hints of lust swirling deep in his pale, light green eyes, but, she also saw something unrecognizable to tell. Something that also lit up his fire. Something new.

"I love you." Vaas finally spoke up. Mickey raised her eyebrow at him.

"Like a love song?" Mickey asks, seeing Vaas make a wide grin on his face, ready to chuckle.

"Yeah. Or, more than that." Vaas shrugged one shoulder. "I'll make love to you all night, until you get sick of me."

"Not now!" Mickey stopped Vaas from getting closer to her face again.

"What? What's wrong?" Vaas stopped, blinking in confusion.

"He's watching." Mickey eyed something behind Vaas.

Vaas looked over his shoulder. It was a movie poster of a true story film called Valkyrie, with the poster showing the star of the film, Tom Cruise.

Vaas sat up on his knees to look at the poster. "Stop jumping on my couches, Tom Cruise!" And he drove in a punch into the poster. He punched the poster so hard, his fist went straight through the shack's wooden wall, to the outside. When he pulled back his hand, Tom Cruise's face was gone.

Vaas made a wide smile of approval. "Now, where were we?"

When it just becomes too much to take in the guilt and pain, the liquor often helps ease the pain. We cry, we laugh, we sing, and we talk out hidden thoughts. But, then we just wake up with an even greater pain in the morning afterwards. Sometimes, right next to the very person that cried along with you.

More to come, in the next chapter!