Someone requested Drunk kabby and traverlerontheedge17 wanted a continuation of the conversation between kabby regarding Marcus' moves (it can't be read apart from my latest one shot though) so here we go with some crackish stuff. Enjoy!

Monty's Moonshine

Moonshine was technically forbidden.

It didn't stop the brand new bar to always be stocked with some.

Marcus and Abby had deliberately been turning a blind eye to what Monty was up to in his spare time. Plus, it was better than the bland liquor that used to circulate on the Ark.

It was also stronger.

"I think you had your full." Marcus chuckled, plucking the cup from Abby's hand and downing it with a wince so she wouldn't steal it back. His head was spinning a little and he wasn't as clear headed as a Councilman Chief of the Guards should have been when having a briefing with their Chancellor. Of course, having briefings around campfires under the stars weren't productive. They always ended up talking about everything but what they intended to talk about, Arkadia sometimes creeping in the conversation but rarely for practical questions.

He didn't know who had started passing moonshine around, there were several groups of people huddled in front of different fires… He thought it might have been Raven or maybe Gina… Their cups hadn't been allowed to remain empty for the last hour. Abby had tried to protest at some point but the kids were convincing.

Her head fell on his shoulder and she snorted before starting to laugh. It took her a few minutes to collect herself and sound a little more serious. "Marcus?"

"Yes?" he smirked.

"I think I'm very very drunk." she confessed in a whisper before bursting out laughing again. She was loud and people were starting to glance at them.

"I agree." he mocked. "It's bedtime for Chancellors."

She propped her chin on his shoulder, her hand coiling around his forearm, a devious grin on her lips. "I'm Chancellor."

"Yes." he confirmed, trying his hardest not to laugh at her. "That's you."

She licked her lips, her eyes darkening a little as her voice dropped to a low octave that sent shivers down his spine. "Are you taking me to bed, Marcus?"

There was a clear intent in the question. The hand slid higher, fingers wrapping around his upper arm, very much getting a feel at the muscles underneath.

"You are going to be so embarrassed in the morning, Abby." he teased because it was better than letting her know just how much she was affecting him. "Come on, I'll walk you back to your room."

He stood up and helped her to her feet, keeping an arm around her waist when it became clear she wouldn't be able to walk without stumbling every few steps. She didn't seem to mind, he snuggled against his side.

He did his best to ignore the stares and the whispers that followed their retreat into the wreckage of the Ark. Rumors were already raging anyway. The corridors were mostly deserted and it soon turned out she had been behaving in public. The first time he felt her nose rubbing against his neck, he thought it was an accident. Except it was soon obvious it wasn't and that she was actually nuzzling his skin.

"Abby." he warned firmly.

"I want you to show me the moves Callie told me about." she declared, one of her hand deftly sneaking under his jacket and fisting his shirt. "I want you to…"

"You're drunk." he cut her off, relieved to spot her door in the distance.

"Not so much you should be ashamed to take advantage of it." she hummed, playfully biting down on his neck.

"Abby." he repeated and it was almost pleading this time.

Marcus Kane wasn't sure he was a good man, most days he was sure he wasn't, but his mother had raised him right. He would never take advantage of a woman who had indulged too much.

"Don't you want me?" she pouted, drawing away from him a little to get a close look at his face. "I know you do. I think I know…"

She looked confused now and he took full advantage of that to usher her inside her room and close the door before anyone could see them acting weird in the corridor. She didn't resist when he guided her to her bed and sat her down or when he unlaced her boots and took them off. He realized quickly she was sulking.

Drunk Abby was moody.

"Hey." He nudged her knee tentatively.

It earned him a mild glare and another pout. The pout was doing things to him he really shouldn't have been thinking about.

"I feel like an idiot now." she grumbled.

"Don't." he smiled, gently pushing her until she got the idea and climbed under her blankets. "If you weren't drunk, I'm probably the one who would look like an idiot." Her eyelids were already dropping so he sighed and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Sleep well."

He didn't know if she slept well or not but clearly the hangover she sported the next day wasn't enough to erase her memories because she blushed and stammered every time they crossed paths.

He fiercely forbade himself to think it was cute.