"German people are quiet, then BOOM!" Lavender hairs flew towards the twinkling sky, messy falling over her bright violet eyes. "They take over Poland for no good reason."

Beside her, Garfield snickered, firming his hand around her waist. He didn't want to grab tightly, he wasn't quite sure how queasy her stomach was, but he also didn't want to let her go for fear that she'd end up on her face.

He'd considered carrying her more than once, but on the other hand, the girl was still sober enough to slap him silly.

It was ridiculous how out of character she was. His darling never drank, nothing harder than a few sparklers and red wine, at least. He hadn't quite done the math of it, but somewhere between bars, she'd had more drinks than usual tonight. So here he was, lugging his girlfriend along the city sidewalks, ambling aimlessly until they found Kori's house.

"I mean… can you believe that? Taking over another country…" Her voice seemed an octave higher, positively devastated and ridiculously ridden with rum. "How rude." She stopped in her tracks, pointing her nose towards the sky incredulously.

"Rae, that didn't happen." He sighed, loosening his grip around her waist, instead lacing their fingers. Taking a long stride forward, he began squinting at street signs once more. "Now, come o-… oh!"

Spinning to face the girl, Garfield stared. Their fingers were still loosely intertwined, but Raven was staring at him with a look of disbelief, a touch upset. Brows threading and fingers squeezing excruciatingly around his, a hardened look overtook her delicate features.

"Y-you weren't there on September 1, 1939…" Marching in three tiny steps, she finally met his long stride. "Maybe they had a good reason! Or maybe they didn't.I don't know. I wasn't there." Pressing her finger hard against his chest, a glassy amethyst stare glared up at him. "Were you?"

"I...." Emerald eyes widen as he searched those two lilac pools. Was she serious? It was impossible to read them, they were far too watery. He could barely tell if she was on the verge of crying over the most recent History Channel documentary or the wind had gotten to her; he'd only seen her cry once. Sighing in defeat, the boy leaned in, pressing a forgiving kiss to her forehead. She was truly incredible, spouting off dates and factoids he hadn't even known to exist, despite the thick layer of intoxication drowning her woozy mind. "No, Rae. I guess I wasn't there." He chuckled, kissing her forehead again. "Sorry."

"Right, you weren't…" Raven trailed off again, seemingly forgetting whatever they'd been talking about. A long second later, her watery gaze suddenly snapped up, large and disbelieving. Large amethyst eyes stared into his, seemingly mesmerized by his touch. "Garfield… Did.. Did you just kiss me?!"

"Mm..maybe." His whole body went stiff, suddenly timid of her reaction.

Lightly, her fingers brushed over her forehead where his lips had been not ten seconds prior, and she cocked her head. "It felt warm. And it lasted only a second." She said plaintively. "And.. it tickled, a little." She continued factually, before a bright smile enveloped her face. "But, overall.. it felt really nice!" Waggling her arched brows, Raven leaned up on her tiptoes until her nose touched his. "Really really nice." A fit of giggles interrupted her, briefly. "I wonder what it felt like if you…."

Somewhere beneath the intoxication, her consciousness stirred, and the girl halted. A wonderful cherry color bloomed over her cheeks, hot, but not hot enough to reduce drunken thoughts to forgotten ashes. "…what it felt like if you, if you kissed me on the lips?"

Garfield froze, staring at her a moment, before erupting into disbelieving chuckles. Incredible. He pressed her fevered cheeks between his palms, eyelids falling half mast as he stared at his wonderful girlfriend. "Oh yeah? I can show you, Rae. But only if you want me to." He paused, deciding it was better to blunder her with specifics rather than wait for her fuzzed mind to piece together what he'd said. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Oh yes." Before him, her head bobbed eagerly, hips wiggling like an excited pup. "Very much so."

And so he did.

The kiss was different than their usually affection. Neat, lingering, firm on his part, while Raven's gentle touch pulled and nipped at his lower lip as she explored the simple pleasure of his lips against hers. Streetlights flickered around them, falling a shade dimmer as the next hour struck. In her state, Raven couldn't seem to be bothered, as she clumsily wrapped her arms around him, yanking him closer, pulses tapping faintly at the back of his neck.

It was only his smile that broke their kiss.

Leaning back, Garfield feathered his thumb at the corner of her mouth, eagerly awaiting her ecstatic little reply. Raven loved kisses like that; he could only imagine was an stupidly expressive Raven would think. Tipping his head at her, he waited and watched for any indication of a reply. But in return, the boy got nothing. Raven only stood before him, frozen in place, fondly reddened lips puckered and eyes pressed closed in earnest.

"Well?" The girl peeked an eye open, smiling softy at the boy. "What are you waiting for?" Letting her body tip forwards against him, she offered him a goofy grin. "Aren't-cha going to kiss me?"

Letting go of his breath, Garfield heaved a long sigh, smacked his head, then scooped her up bridal style and proceeded promptly down the sidewalk.

She was going to have one hell of a headache tomorrow.