Summary: "You're drunk, idiot." Hillary says to Kai in between his desperate kisses. "You're talking shit."
"Stop doing this to me."
Hillary groaned. She had a headache forming already, and fuck her if she doesn't bump Tyson's empty little head for leaving her in this situation. Or Max's. She was in a bar –they hadn't told her when they dragged her out that their idea of "sourpuss needs socializing" was a freaking bar-
And now they'd left her with the said sourpuss, who's first words out when she'd followed him to one of the seats (she wasn't going to navigate this sleazy bar on her own, oh no) were abrupt "Hit me" to the bartender.
And now-
"Don't."
-she was stuck, in her stupid little shorts and her barely-modest jacket, next to a very drunk Kai Hiwatari, who's head looked just about ready to fall were it not for his right hand propping it up. He was looking at her when he muttered his next words in a rather slow drawl.
"Don't do this to me."
Her fingers rubbed in circles at the spot where she was feeling her headache form, before finally indulging him.
"Do what, Kai?"
He pointed with his other hand, shaking a liquor-filled glass so that some of it dripped onto his blue jeans, right at her face.
"This. Stop doing this to me."
She narrowed her eyes.
"Could you please be a little more specific?"
And he drank down an entire glass –what was it, his seventh one? Eighth? – in one gulp before slamming it down on the wooden bar loudly.
"Don't act as if you don't know what I'm talking about!"
Hillary only rolled her eyes at his childish antics. It would usually worry her, but this newfound habit of his, getting drunk every few nights because he was pissed (depressed) at having lost to Tyson in yet another tournament not so long ago was simply getting old. It's been three weeks already, he should just -
"Annoying woman." He mumbled, "Throwing me her smoldering looks in her provocative little dress and she has the audacity to act like she's doing nothing-"
"You're thinking out loud, Kai." She felt her eyebrow twitch, "And implying that I'm seducing you."
He grabbed another shot and took a huge gulp.
"Don't do it then, you crazy woman!"
Hillary only managed to stop herself from yelling out her protest. Alcohol sure made the boy in front of her … verbal.
"I'm not trying to seduce you! You're delusional!" She snatched the glass of the vile liquid from him, "Enough with the drinks, now! I'm not going to be nursing your hangover again!"
"You always say that." He smirked, reaching out for the glass that she had pulled behind herself, "But there you are in the morning, with your disgusting home remedies and a bottle of Aspirin-"
And her soft musical voice-
She punched him in the shoulders.
"I'm there because you're practically whimpering with your need to be coddled, like the little baby that you are-"
"I'm not a baby." The Hiwatari heir pursed his lips, then smirked. "And you just admitted you feel the need to coddle me."
"Shut it." She snapped back, but she was blushing. "You do need to be coddled and constantly looked after. For fucks sake, you're twenty years old –going around crying over losing a stupid little game of stupid spinning tops-"
He growled in protest but she still rambled on. Where was the fucking bartender when you needed him?
"-do you know what all of this could do to your liver? You could die of dehydration! Do you want to die, Kai? Do you want me to carry your dead body from the morgue to be buried one day? Hey-"
She turned to the bartender who, in response to a gesture by the teen sitting next to her, had started pouring him another glass.
"Stop it! This mister is not having any more of-"
And he was kissing her like he had kissed no one before; desperately, vigorously. The sour taste of the liquor on his breath was electric on her taste buds –or maybe it was just simply him. She wasn't sure.
"Shut up, Hillary."
She's breathless when he's pulled back, but only enough so that he's maneuvered himself to stand in front of her, grab her shoulders and pulled her into another heated kiss.
"Fuck this." He mumbles against her, his heart beat racing, "Why do you do this to me? Stupid, crazy-"
Strong arms wrapped themselves around her, one roughly pulling her into his chest and the other entangling themselves in her hair and he feels her responding; feels the glass she stole from him slip and shatter onto the floor in a crash, feels her legs wrap around his waist, feels her struggle to catch her breath against his mouth-
"You're drunk, idiot." She says in between the kisses. "You're talking shit."
The only response she gets is Kai's grip on her tighten, the mumbling has not not stopped but it's incoherent. This was not how she planned on spending her night but you know what they say about life and...
...lemons.
