"And you let her?!"
"Fiyero, she wanted to."
They were back at the dorms, Galinda watched as Fiyero paced the room in frustration. Elphaba was back in her own bed, the covers going up to her jutted chin. Still passed out, still smiling the slightest.
"She doesn't drink."
"I know that, we all know that. After the little incident coming from her... She's obviously not used to getting drunk. But she insisted on downing all our drinks in hope to drown out your embarrassing singing."
"You... You think she was embarrassed?"
"Of course. We all were. How drunk were you, honestly?"
"Actually... I wasn't the slightest drunk."
"Oh. That's interesting."
He chuckled.
"I guess so."
"You had an awful lot of courage, I claim to have seen."
"Yeah."
"Where did it even come from? All the singing, and confession for your love?"
"Ever since she stuck up to that teacher, you know, the Doctor? I kind of... Saw her as something spectacular."
She cooed, her hand laying over her heart without any intention.
"That's so sweet-"
She was cut off.
"Hey, Princeboy. What you did tonight was really hot ya know?"
Elphaba was awake, her body jolting forward and her feet dragging her towards where Fiyero stood.
"Oh, well, thank you."
"Look, I may be really drunk right now, but that doesn't mean what I'm saying isn't true."
"Alright."
He chuckled.
"Like, what I'm about to say, it's all true."
She slurred.
"Go for it."
"I love you."
This shocked them all, except for herself. She had a serious look upon her, nevermind all the beverages from before. She was standing still, her voice was level, her eyes were focused. She meant it. Fiyero was at a lost for words.
"Real-really? 'Cause I always believed you sort of hated me-"
"I don't hate you. I don't, admire you either."
"But you just said?"
"Fiyero, I'm not familiar with this sort of thing. You'll have to teach me. Will you do that?"
"Sure."
A pause.
"Sure I'll do that."