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It wasn't until 9 o'clock that Elphaba gave in and let (a slightly drunk) Fiyero walk her home. Luckily for her, this drunken Fiyero was much better behaved than the drunken Fiyero back at Shiz was. When he'd said goodnight to her for the twentieth time, Elphaba watched as he walked (strutted is more of an appropriate word, Elphaba thought) back to whatever hotel he was staying at for his trip.
Besides the inevitably painful flashbacks, the night had been relatively uneventful. They had a small dinner and a few drinks (or several in Fiyero's case), but nothing more. Well, she was pretty sure that Fiyero had tried to drunkenly kiss her, but that hardly counted. The majority of Fiyero's scandalacious-ness came from his drunken personality.
"CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!" a group of random Shiz students shouted to Fiyero who wasn't even flinching as he consumed a glass of some extremely strong whiskey. They cheered as he finished what appeared to Elphaba as his fifth glass.
"Hey, Elphie!" Fiyero shouted across the room to Elphaba, who was only there as a favor to Galinda. The blonde would've been here herself as designated driver for the Vinkun prince, but she was at Shiz with a terrible stomach virus. Even though she and Fiyero had broken up the year prior, they still seemed to be just as close as before, which would never cease to confuse the green girl.
Elphaba looked up from her book and self-consciously scooted away from a man who'd recently passed out in the seat beside her. She tried her best to ignore Fiyero, but he swaggered over to her and plopped down in the seat opposite from her. He leaned over the table drunkenly.
"So, I've been thinking-"
"You only do when you're drunk," she added sarcastically, but he didn't notice in his drunken stupor.
"-that you… Elphaba… You are… bee-oo-tee-full," he finished, added emphasis to each syllable.
"And you're intoxicated. Let's get you back to your house," Elphaba replied, stuffing her book into her bag before standing up.
"I don't… I don't really wanna go back to… Where did you… say?" he asked, latching onto Elphaba's arm dizzily as he stood up.
"If you pass out, I'm leaving you here."
"I'm jusssss fine," he slurred.
"Oz, how many drinks did you have?" Elphaba asked when Fiyero's hip bumped into a table corner. He groaned and placed a hand on his side, but didn't let out the swear words that were dying to be released.
"I don't think that Oz drinks liquor, Elphie-bah-bah-black sheep."
"If you weren't drunk, I'd kill you, ya know that right?"
"You wanna… make-out?" he asked. Elphaba froze, blushing.
"Shut up," she replies after a moment of internal frustration.
Even if he wasn't drunker than Elphaba had ever seen him, she'd have to ignore the question. She'd sworn never to even think about the silly crush she'd had on him a year ago. I'm over it, I'm over it, I'm over it, she chanted in her mind. And it was partially true, too. It had finally gotten to the point where she could have entire conversations and arguments without her getting lost in those big, beautiful, brown eyes….
But she was definitely over it now.
"Elphie-pie," Fiyero whined as they walked out of the bar parking lot, "why don't you liiikeee me anyyyymorreee?"
"There are so many different ways I could answer that question," Elphaba mumbled, half-dragging, half-supporting Fiyero's weight.
"We should go on a date. I think we'd be a really cute couple. And you'd look great in a wedding dress."
Elphaba had never seen Fiyero this drunk. Well, yes she had. But when he had been, he wasn't bothering her. He was off dancing in some ridiculous manner that reminded her of a giraffe running around with its arms in the air. And of course, she didn't think he'd ever been drunk enough to flirt with a girl who wasn't blonde and beautiful.
"I'll tell you what, Fifi," she replied with a disapproving frown, "if you're not too hungover to remember this in the morning, I'll marry you whenever you want."
"Awesome. I'm thinking…. Evening wedding, eh?" he asked, drunkenly assuming that he'd remember this, no problem. "Early summer?"
"Sure, Fiyero," Elphaba replied, her voice blank, but her face red. What's the harm in humoring them both? He won't remember this anyway.
"We'll have lots of alcohol at the reception… Heh heh royal Vinkun beer!" he laughed, more loudly than appropriate.
In no time, Elphaba and Fiyero had finally made it back to his house. Fiyero was sorely disappointed, as his plans had only stretched as far as the Wizard of Oz appearing at the ceremony. Elphaba, however, felt nothing but relief. She didn't care how sick Galinda was; next time, the blonde was bringing him. She'd only spent one night of tolerance with him, and he'd already planned the majority of their wedding, drunk or not.
"Okay, can I trust you to not leave this house for the rest of the night?" Elphaba asked as she snatched Fiyero's keys out of his fumbling hands and unlocked the door herself.
"Elphieee, iss gonna be all good."
The afternoon after her deal with an intoxicated Fiyero, Elphaba sat in a booth of a café just off campus reading a book, trying to block out Boq's frantic mutters as he studied a textbook.
"Boq, why are you still studying?" Elphaba groaned as she slapped the book down on the table in frustration. "The test was yesterday, for crying out loud!"
"I have to check my answers," he replied, looking up. "It'll be days before Dillamond is finished grading all those papers."
"Hello, Elphaba," Fiyero voice greeted smoothly as he slipped into the bench beside her, placing his arm around her shoulders.
"Good morning, party boy," she returned with a sarcastic edge, swiping his arm away. Fiyero feigned a hurt look.
"Now, Elphie, is that really any way to treat your fiancé?" he smirks. The coffee Boq had been drinking was then sprayed onto the table in a way that Fiyero found pretty comical. Elphaba's eyes were wide as she stared forward in horror.
"Excuse me?" she choked out, still frozen.
"I was thinking that we may as well go on a date when I'm not intoxicated to finish up the little details like our vows and stuff," Fiyero carried on casually, grinning at both of them.
"You- you were- I'm not going to marry you!" Elphaba sputtered.
"Ah, but you promised," Fiyero pointed out, not missing a beat.
"But you were drunk!" Elphaba screeched, drawing the attention of several people at nearby tables.
"Again, I like to think that the proper term is 'intoxicated,'" Fiyero replied quietly.
"You were drunk," Elphaba assured him, blushing.
"That doesn't lessen the values of your promise, does it, Elphie? I was really looking forward to it," he adds, a mixture of sincerity and teasing layering his voice.
"Someone, explain to me what is happening right now," Boq squeaked, eyes wide in what was either shock or horror.
"Elphaba said she'd marry me if I remembered her promise in the morning," Fiyero answered, grinning. Boq gaped at him.
"You're not serious!" he asked, leaning over the table.
"Why shouldn't I be?" was Fiyero's smooth reply.
"Fiyero, just forget it, okay?" Elphaba moaned into her hand that was now covering her face.
"But you said-" Fiyero protested before Elphaba glared at him.
"I said forget it!" she snapped at him, standing up swiftly, book in hand. Fiyero stood up, his attitude suddenly serious, and chased her half a block down the street, away from a confused Boq.
"Elphaba! Come on! I'm sorry," he huffed, running after her. She stopped her brisk walking abruptly, and turned towards him.
"You embarrassed me in front of all those people," she accused him blankly as he caught up to her.
"You and I both know that you don't care about what other people think," Fiyero huffed. Elphaba glared at him.
"There's a difference between not caring and not showing that you care, idiot," she spat.
"Listen, I was just kidding about the marriage thing," was Fiyero's sighed reply. "You don't have to marry me-"
"Obviously," Elphaba snapped, pushing her glasses up on her nose.
"-But I really would like it if we could go on a date," Fiyero finished quietly. Elphaba narrowed her eyes at him.
"Together?"
"Yeah."
"The two of us?"
"Preferably."
"Romantically?"
"Irrevocably."
"You don't even know what that word means, do you?" Elphaba asked, rolling her eyes. Fiyero shrugged.
"Maybe you could teach me the proper usage… Wednesday night?" Fiyero asked, a hopeful look in his eyes. It reminded Elphaba of the way Galinda tended to talk about Boq nowadays. Ever since he'd invited her to his home for Lurlinemas, she couldn't stop talking about him, and his mother's amazing cooking, and how subtly romantic it all was. It was the look that said, 'I won't force anything to happen, but I'd owe the universe a million huge favors if it could do this one thing for me.'
The look, on Fiyero, frightened Elphaba slightly. It wasn't in his nature to look so sincere or so desperate. But she sighed, nodding. Before Fiyero could do his happy dance, she held up a stern finger.
"On three conditions," she warned, though the Prince was already nodding enthusiastically. "One, we meet here. You do not pick me up. Two, I'm not going to dress up, so you might as well where your ridiculous white pants-"
"Hey, most girls worship those pants," he said defensively, but lightly.
"Well, I'm not 'most girls,'" Elphaba quipped.
"Yeah, yeah yeah," Fiyero agreed impatiently. "What's the third condition?"
"Galinda cannot find out about this. She'll make a huge commotion out of it." Fiyero nodded in understanding while he bit back a remark about her mention of "commotions." Elphaba held out her hand formally.
"So we have a deal?" she asked finally. While Fiyero felt more like he was sealing a business contract than arranging a date with a girl – a beautiful girl, no less – he grabbed her hand and kissed the top of it suavely. Well, he thought it was suave, but Elphaba just seemed a bit confused. She nodded stiffly before striding away, leaving a love-stricken Vinkun prince behind.
Aw, how sweet. I've always wanted to do that kind of scene. =) So, I'm in the market for some flashback ideas (vinkunwildflowerqueen knows what's going down with that now) so if any of you readers and reviews and you fleets of dementors, and you giants, and you thestrals, and all of Voldemort's death eaters have any suggestions or funny bits you want to see, let me know!
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