"I know I'm right," Brodey said smugly. "I'm always right!"

He dodged the swing she took at him, laughing at the look of frustration on her face when she missed. Jaina retaliated with a few more accurate blows, knocking Brodey backwards onto the floor.

"Aggression is the way – ugh! – of the dark side! Cut it out!" He pleaded with her, still laughing.

She finally grew tired of that game and sprawled herself out on the floor right next to him, propping her head up on one hand.

"You know, I'm kind of glad now that I got drunk," Jaina ruminated.

"Why is that?" He asked, rolling onto his side to mirror her posture.

"If not for me getting drunk then I would have never known you had a sensitive side. I would have just thought you were a big selfish jerk all the time," She said quietly, almost whispering.

"Eh, I was pushing for one hundred percent but found that I could only achieve selfish jerk status for about eighty five percent of the time," Brodey joked, attempting to sound scholarly. "It's a big failure on my part. The rest of that time is filled with shameful mushy stuff."

Jaina just smiled at him and shook her head. He noticed that the warmth that had been ever present in her eyes before that night's events was slowly being restored. If he didn't know any better he might have thought she was sobering up. She rolled toward him onto her stomach, still smiling as she used both of her arms as a pillow.

"You know," She said, breaking the silence. "I don't know that many guys who are as sweet and caring as you. You shouldn't be ashamed."

"I'm not," He said simply, shrugging his shoulders.

"You know what else?" She asked, moving closer so their noses were almost touching.

"What?" He asked, not sure anymore about where she was headed.

"I never noticed how incredibly attractive you were," She said breathily.

Brodey wasn't sure whether he'd heard her correctly, so he opened his mouth to throw another one-liner at her. Before he could make a sound he felt her lips pressing steadfastly against his.

'Oh gods,' He thought to himself. 'Kyp is going to murder me.'

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