The other three followed him into his quarters and Liri handed him a drink, finally allowing him to grab her. He was totally focused on sliding his hands along her skin and then he heard Jorif snicker behind him.
"Really, man? Can't just have one drink with us first?"
"I've been drinking with you all night."
"But not these two," Jorif turned. "What are your names?"
"I'm Bere," she said, amused.
"Jeela," said the green one.
"See, let's get these ladies some drinks."
Andronikos shrugged and went over to the bar. He rummaged around until he found a couple bottles of something and pulled them out.
"Are you drunk at all, baby?" he asked Liri.
"Ohhh, yes. We've been drinking vodka all night."
Andronikos frowned and rummaged around to bring out more vodka instead. "I don't want you getting sick," he murmured.
He poured them all drinks and then sat against the bed as the others arranged themselves around the room. Jeela was already brushing her leg against Jorif's and Liri was pressed against Andronikos' side, but Bere settled between the two groups.
He arched an eyebrow at Liri, and she tilted her head. He looked between Bere and her and she giggled and then ignored the question.
"So what did you boys do tonight?" asked Liri.
"Saw some fights, actually," Andronikos responded. "We had a good time."
"That we did," Jorif said, lifting his drink in the air. Jeela giggled.
"I like to watch men fight," pouted Liri.
"I'll take you back sometime," he promised, sliding his hand up her leg. "Or I could just punch Jorif right now."
Liri giggled and Jorif gave him an exasperated look. "You can't take me man," Jorif slurred.
Andronikos got to his feet, wobbling slightly. "Alright then, let's go."
"Not here," said Liri. "Let's go to the sparring room."
Andronikos grabbed two bottles and followed the other four down the hallway. Bere dropped back and took one of the bottles from him. Her hand lingered on his and she winked when he looked up at her. He smirked at her. Maybe that's what Liri's refusal to answer the question was? He drunkenly watched Bere catch up to Liri and watched the two women sway their way up the hallway. He was too drunk to get his thoughts under control, so he let his mind wander down that path for awhile. Jeela was leaning on Jorif in such a way that he knew she'd be ending up in his bed. Or, knowing Jorif, the nearest dark alcove. They had that in common.
They rounded the corner to the sparring room and Andronikos shed his jacket. He was drunk enough that he pulled his shirt off too, smirking at Liri. She ran her hand along his chest and then spun him to face Jorif. Jorif stripped his own shirt off and was throwing jabs into the air.
Andronikos was keeping his footing better than Jorif was and he rolled his neck.
Liri threw her arms around his neck and leaned into his ear. "Want an adrenal?" she murmured, low in her throat.
"Can you keep up with me later?" he asked.
"Have I ever not?"
"Go for it," he smirked. "Offer him one too."
Liri injected him and then crossed the room to explain what it was to Jorif. Jorif nodded and held still as she injected him too. The doors down the way opened and five more of the dancers stumbled in. The girls were giggling and Andronikos saw two of the guys holding up a girl or two. He felt Liri's aura roll over the room and he was too drunk to even care.
Jeela was giggling, her hand on Jorif's chest and he was saying something low to her.
Andronikos felt the adrenal kick in and he felt energized, although no less drunk. Liri came back over to him and her hand against his chest was one hell of a distraction. She traced down to his pelvis and he growled seductively at her.
"C'mon, Revel. Too scared I'll take you?" Jorif asked from near him.
Liri planted a kiss on him and moved away as he ran his eyes down her body. Her in that dancer's costume was going to distract him.
Jorif was dancing on his feet, throwing more jabs into the air and Andronikos rolled his eyes. Jorif put his fists up as Andronikos approached, but Andronikos just punched him once in the stomach and then in the face as hard as he could. Jorif landed flat and struggled back to his feet, draining the drink Jeela handed him. Andronikos smirked and drained the one Bere handed him. Jorif got back up and Andronikos shrugged, dropping his hands.
"Go ahead." Jorif glared and then punched Andronikos square in the jaw. Andronikos snapped his jaw back and rubbed it, "Nice punch, but I'm still standing."
"Not for long, old man," snarled Jorif.
Andronikos traded jabs for a bit and then got Jorif under the chin with a clean hook. Jorif went down again and then they both finished another drink. Jorif stood and swung a couple of good punches into Andronikos.
Grinning, wiping blood from his chin, Andronikos swung a final punch into Jorif's face, knocking him out. Liri's aura ran around the room with more intensity and he knew the place was about to turn into his bridge after a good raid. She ran up and began to wipe the blood of him with a towel, but he was too far gone at that point. He grabbed her and pinned her against the wall, his mouth on hers roughly. The fight had her all riled up and he heard the unmistakable sounds behind him of other people hooking up. He heard Jorif say something, which meant he was conscious again and then Jeela answer. He picked Liri up, her back still against the wall and hitched her legs around him. He got her costume up and his pants undone, then was inside her as quickly as he could manage. She moaned his name, her hands around the back of his neck. He moved them over to a couple of boxes so he could really angle into her.
Two new hands ran down over his sweat covered back and he turned slightly. Behind him, Jorif's hands were wrapped around Jella's lekku while her head moved at his crotch and Andronikos caught sight of other couples within arm's reach of those two; as he looked one of the other dancers ran her hands around Jorif's chest. Bere was the one with her hands on him and he turned back to Liri.
"Look what you did," he growled to her.
"Like this hasn't happened before on this ship," she answered, pulling herself up to look right into his eyes.
He frowned at that, stopping moving. "Liri-" he said.
Bere's hands slid down his back and then started to move around to the front and he stilled, despite his drunken state. "Liri, is this okay?"
"I get the feeling you don't want to decide now whether it's okay or not."
"I'm too drunk right now."
She nodded and he pulled back, fastened his pants and swung her into his arms. He shrugged Bere off and she looked disappointed before she went to join the others. Andronikos carried Liri back to their room.
"More control now, Rev, even drunk. I'm impressed."
"I do love to impress you, baby."
Her eyes flared, "Just... hurry."
He got her into their quarters and locked the door behind them.
Andronikos woke up the next morning with the type of hangover he hadn't had since he'd started drinking as a teenager. He thought he was going to throw up, so stayed laying down until he was sure. Liri stretched against him and his head flashed back to last night. Last night, did Liri want Bere to join us? He thought about that a bit, smirking at his body's reaction, but putting some serious thought into it. He'd never been the jealous type once he'd realized she was his. As long as he could be there, he didn't much care who else was also. Watching someone else get his wife off while he touched her, he had to admit that sent a sharp thrill through him. Bere had been one of who knew how many women he'd brought home from a cantina while he was apart from Liri. He didn't remember much about her, but if she was interested in his wife and his wife was interested back, he could handle it. He smirked, handle it. You asshole.
He did feel pretty good about having said no though. That was the sort of thing that got decided while you were drunk and lead to problems later. Decisions like that got made sober or not at all.
Liri stirred against him. "Morning, baby," he said softly.
"Mmm, morning." Lightning crackled down her skin and then over his and he felt his head clear. "Since when can you clear hangovers?"
"Well, it's a kind of poisoning. I just burn it out." Her body molded to his briefly, "We should still drink some water."
"I want something else in my mouth right now."
"Mm, yes please," she murmured, sliding up to kiss him.