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Lucy stood to the side of the clearing sipping on her cocktail and watching the other dancers. Levy was flitting around Gajeel who was trying his hardest to keep up with her lively movements. She wasn't real certain where Cana and Bacchus had disappeared off to. They'd been grinding pretty hard, so she'd put money on somewhere for a quickie. Lisanna had dragged Natsu off to dance and she waved off his attempts to return to her.
"You alright here, Cosplayer?" Bickslow asked with a teasing expression.
"Do I look like I'm cosplaying?" she asked, gesturing towards her outfit.
"No. You look like you let Cana dress you."
Lucy laughed because he was right. She hadn't known what to expect from the party, so she'd pulled out her fancier dresses and heels. Cana showed up to get ready together only to scoff at Lucy's assembled outfits and start digging into her considerable closet herself. She ended up in a short skirt, a purple sleeveless camisole over a pink bandeau, and black ankle boots. At first, she'd fought Cana, but her friend reminded her that having a sexy body was why they spent time in the gym in the first place.
"You know how she is. She's terrifying when mostly sober."
"Where is Cana?"
"I'm assuming somewhere having sex with Bacchus."
"He's unconscious by the bar so probably not."
Lucy giggled. "Are all your brothers accounted for?"
Bickslow was quiet as he used his considerable height to survey the crowd. "Well…I count three possible men. One being my brother. And um your date making out with a brunette over there."
"Yeah," she sighed, "I know." He'd ditched her as soon as he saw a girl in less clothing and willing to let him cop a feel.
"Why did you bother with that loser?"
"He didn't run away."
"You deserve better."
"Yeah, I know. It's just hard when you have a bunch of over protective dragon slayers growling at any potential date."
"C'mon," Bickslow said.
"Where?"
"Your glass is empty and you need to dance." Lucy giggled and let him drag her off.
*.*.*
Lucy stumbled out of the park's bathroom. She glanced at the party, dance, whatever it was and then back towards town. Part of her brain told her that she should go back to the bonfire and dancing with Bickslow. It was a shame that she knew he'd never risk Laxus's wrath or she'd take him home. She'd tried before but that was always his response.
"Hey there," a voice said softly as he caught her from falling.
"Huh?" she muttered, looking up into beautiful eyes. "Thanks. You have really good timing."
"You're slurring."
"I'm not slurring. You're slurring." She giggled when the finger she'd been pointing at him with touched his lips. "There's two of you. Is it my birthday?" She tried to climb up the man.
"You're drunk."
"I'd want to climb you like a tree if I was sober too."
"Yup. Really drunk. I'll tell Bix," he said as wrapped her legs around his waist so that he could support her better.
"Hm… Tell Bixy I had fun," she said into the man's neck as she started to get comfortable and doze off.
"Yeah. I will. Sleep," he murmured softly.
Yeah…I couldn't decide who this was gonna be… I'll take votes into consideration since I'll have to decide for tomorrow's scene. Zen, Cris, or Kaleb.