Disclaimer: Chrono Crusade is the creation of Daisuke Moriyama and owned by lots of entities who are not affiliated with me in any way, shape, or form (sadly). I'm just borrowing his character(s) for a romp or twenty.
12. One More
Azmaria rarely drinks; however, when she does, it's in the company of someone she trusts. She's about an hour into her cups, and deeply relaxed, even if her mind won't stop working.
"I'm drunk," she informs Kate, who is no longer with the Sisterhood.
"And shockingly laconic," Kate replies, topping off her shot glass with whisky.
Azmaria tips it back and grimaces as it burns down her throat. "That stuff's like the devil's piss," she comments sourly.
"Colorful," Kate drawls, leaning back into the couch cushion. "So, ready to talk yet?"
I'd rather not. She sighs. "Maybe one more round?"
Word Count: 100
Note: Given all the supernatural things Azmaria surely encounters during her time as an Exorcist in the Order, I bet she has plenty of reason to drink once in a while. In my head-canon, she's about 34-years-old here and things have been far too interesting for her liking.
