Ugh, I'm sick and it was hard for me to write this, if there's any mistakes then I apologize and I'll fix it later when I feel better and don't feel like I'm gonna pass out.

xXx

He's been avoiding her like the plague.

And Flaky - for the life of her - could not fathom why. Didn't she make it pretty clear that she held feelings for him?...Unless, he was just teasing her again.

Playing with her feelings and making her hot and bothered only to leave her high and dry at the last minute. And for what? For a laugh at her expense?

He is an ass like that, so it wouldn't be too unlikely; but Flaky liked to think that he was better than that. Playing with someone's feelings as entertainment seems to be his sadistic twin's department, Lifty seems like he would be more genuine then his look alike.

Atleast, that's what Flaky hoped.

She had another theory for his behavior - which might be a stretch, but she didn't want to deny any options. She wondered if maybe he was doing all the intimate and teasing touches out of gratitude; maybe he realized her crush on him and decided to play with her as thank you for letting him stay at her place?

But that seemed incredibly unlikely, so she kept that theory on the back burner for now.

Spending a lot of time on her own definitely isn't a good thing as she began to think of other theory's again. Like maybe he acts like this with girls normally; maybe he's a natural flirt but if he detects the girl developing feelings for him - he backs off so her feelings would wear thin until it vanished altogether.

If that was the case, then she wouldn't mind just staying friends; it's not like she was in a rush to get a boyfriend. Maybe her crush was too obvious and he didn't like it. Fingers clacking noticeably loud on her keyboard; the redhead resolved to hide her growing affection towards the thief.

After all, being just friends is better than nothing.

Plus, she was getting sick of the awkward atmosphere lingering whenever the two were in the same room.

"Flaky!" She jumped at the shrill voice that slid into her sensitive ear, turning her gaze to catch inquiring violet eyes. "Are you okay? You seem stressed. All week I could hear you trying to break your keyboard."

She smiled at her curious coworker.

"It's nothing, I'm just having some...problems at home."

"Oh," a slender brow rose questionably, but getting no further explanation from the quiet worker, sighed in experation. "Ok, it's something you don't want to talk about..."

Propping a manicured hand under her chin, the women pursed her lips and leaned against Flaky's cubicle; thinking of a way to cheer her up. Flaky fidgeted beneath her hard gaze; wondering what she could be planning. She hoped that Lammy wasn't planning on inviting her back to her home for girl's night; it always ends in disaster with that strange pickle doll that seems to stare straight into your soul.

"Aha!" She shouted unexpectedly, making the smaller woman jump in fright. "I know what'd make you feel better!" Without another word, she scurried back to her cubicle with the redhead staring at the spot she previously occupied with a perplexed expression.

"O...k?"

After a few seconds of rustling and what sounded like bottles clinking together, Lammy reappeared and placed three large glass bottles in front of her friend. "Here. This is guaranteed to lift any stress you might have!"

Flaky's eye twitched, reading the label of each glass carefully: Vodka, Flavor, Whipped Cream, Marshmallows, and Caramel. "L-Lammy! I can't take t-these! I don't drink.."

"It's fine." Lammy grinned goodheartedly, placing a pack of what looked like shot glasses in front of the timid woman. "You'll eventually like the taste." Mouth dropping, Flaky read the small package: Vodka Shots, Flavor, Buttery Nipple. Flushing at the shameless name, Flaky pushed it away.

"Lammy, what are you even doing with these at work?" She murmured, peeking over her cubicle to see if they manage to catch anyone's attention.

The lavender haired woman rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Please, this job is so fucking boring. I need something to keep me concentrated."

'Liquor helps you concentrate?' The redhead thought to herself.

Well, now she knows why she always finds her friend knocked out on her desk everytime they finish work.

"W-what about Lumpy?" She inquired.

"Pfft, like that idiot even notices. I told him it's water and he believed me...I don't even know how he's the boss..." She grumbled, pulling out a paper bag that Flaky didn't notice that she was holding until now; stacking the alcohol inside neatly.

"Anyways, knock a couple of these and you'll be good to go, no stress...until the next day when your head feels like it's going to split." Lammy giggled, placing the bag onto Flaky's lap.

"I-I don't drink." She protested again.

"Hey, just try it. Just this once. It's good for getting people to relax and open up." She winked, spinning around and sauntering back to her desk.

The redhead stared down at the bag contemplatively. 'It helps people open up? Hmm...'

xXx

Balancing the bag in one arm, Flaky used the other to push open the door. With Lifty around, she never has to lock the door thankfully.

Shutting it with a silent click, her crimson orbs caught the emotionless forest eyes for a brief second. Placing the remote on the couch, he stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets as he ambled off to his room; completely missing the hurt look that flitted across his caretaker's face.

"Lifty."

He paused mid step, standing there stiff and silent as a statue; he finally turned his head to glance at her over his shoulder. Not saying anything, he waited for her to speak.

Gulping, she steeled her nerves and crossed the room till she was standing at his side. "H-here." She held the bag up to him.

Gazing skeptically from the bag to her, he frowned. "What is it?"

She pushed the bag to his chest until he had no choice but to carry it. "Just l-look inside."

Still sending her a skeptically look, the kleptomaniac opened the bag and peeked inside; what he found made him blink. He didn't think Flaky was that kind of woman, he thought as he grabbed the neck of a bottle and pulled it out; skimming the label to make sure that it was genuine. "I didn't know you drank."

"I-I don't, my coworker gave that to me...I figured that maybe you drink so I'm giving it to you." She mumbled, poking her fingers together timidly.

"Why me?"

"Well, Flippy doesn't drink so..."

His face soured at the mention of the soldier. "Hn...thanks." He grunted, making his way back to the couch and pulling out a bottle.

Smiling at his acceptance, Flaky slowly backed away. "I'm going to go shower, okay?" She informed him, spinning on her heel at the affirmed grunt.

Twisting the cap open, his sharp eyes followed her all the way till she disappeared from his sight at which point he raised the bottle, downing an immense amount at once.

xXx

The last thing Flaky expected to see when she came back from her shower was three large bottles empty on the floor and two of the four shot glasses laying empty on the dining room table.

Did she really take that long of a shower? Or is Lifty just a really fast drinker?

Eyes landing on the thief, she had to muffle her giggle with her fist as stared at him lounging on the couch, cheeks a bright pink as his glazed eyes took in the sight of a purple dog screaming on tv. "Hehe, stupid dog.." He slurred, copying the old man on the set.

His unfocused eyes eventually slid over to her. "Oh, heeeeeey, pretty laaaaady~" Flaky had to suppress a squeal of laughter at how high pitched his voice came out compared to the usual. And his words came out slurred too, making it all the more harder to hide her giggles. "Ooooh, you have shnowfwakes in your hair, how purty!"

She wanted to talk to him once he had loosen up, but it seemed he is far from coherent speech at the moment. "I-I think it's time I took you to bed."

"Oooh, so forward." He teased, hand covering his impish smile.

Ignoring his flirtatious remark, the blushing redhead marched over to her guest and brought an arm over her shoulder; with some effort, she managed to haul him off the couch and onto her.

Though this was a lot harder than before, she noted, since atleast before, he tried to keep his weight off her. But this time, his entire weight was on her, seeing that he lacked the ability to stand on his own.

Pausing halfway down the hall, Flaky leaned against the wall to catch her breath. The green head, leaning against her shoulder.

Suddenly, she felt the weight on her shift as her guest magically gained the ability to hold himself up as he pressed her to the wall. Speechless, she flushed and stares up at him to catch him with a strangely serious face despite the rosy cheeks and glassy eyes.

Abruptly, he leans down extremely close, invading her personal space, and she cringed; tilting her face to the side when his alcohol tinged breath tickled her nose. Oblivious to her cringing face, he grins widely, nuzzling his nose to her cheek.

"You're reeeeeally purty, you know that? And I...I really, really like you." He murmured into her skin.

She wasn't prepared for when his hand cupped her cheek and tilted her face to his, effectively sealing his lips to hers. Her eyes widened dramatically at the contact.

He just stole her first kiss!

He pulled back with a toothy grin. "Y-you know, you're my first kiss." He boasted, seemingly proud of himself.

His body pressed further onto hers. "A-and, I'm going to wreck your shit sooooo hard, l-like you'll be screaming 'oh Lifty! Lifty you're the best! Much better than that dumbass Flippy!'"

She resembled a strawberry by the time he was done ranting, his eyelids drifted down and she figured that he was close to passing out.

And he did pass out.

Which proved to be quite painful for the both of them.

Flaky in particular when his head suddenly lurched forward and collided painfully with hers, knocking the back of her head against the wall. She whimpered, the front and back of her head throbbed now.

They collapsed to the ground and Flaky struggled to push his heavy form off of her, which proved to be in vain when he didn't even budge an inch; a light snore coming from the male.

Giving up and just laying beneath him; Flaky thanked the gods that she was off tomorrow and didn't have to worry about getting a good nights rest.