"Seperack. Put. Me. Down. Now."

"Sorry, Lone Wolf, no can do!" Weronika cackled, Neo tucked undignifiedly under her arm like a sack of potatoes.

"So… This is what an inebriated Seperack is like…" Elsie breathed. "Fascinating…" Her amber eyes were wide, face vaguely horrified.

"I- I- I- I t-t-told-d-d you this w-w-was a d-d-d-dangerous id-d-dea!" Sophia clutched her head, voice rising in pitch with every word she stuttered.

"BWAHAHAHAHA!" Weronika interrupted with another hearty, bellowing laugh. "The hell are you cryin' 'bout, Smith?! I ain't had THIS much fun in FOREVER!" She grinned and waved an arm to accentuate her point, swinging Neo around in the process.

"Neo!" Sophia shrieked and reached out fretfully while Neo scowled up at Weronika, deadpan, arms crossed indignantly.

Weronika was off in her own little world. Normally, when she got drunk, it was because she was angry and upset, and she needed an outlet. Ironically, the alcohol usually only made her angrier and more upset, but it was tradition! At least until recently… Now, life was still hard, but for the first time in recent memory, the drunken tears that ran down Weronika's face were of mirth rather than grief or frustration. She felt a rush in her cheeks. The burn of the alcohol was good, rather than painful, and she felt like she could conquer the world! The universe!

"Ha, ha! See, Neo? Finally found something I beat you at! Height!" She swung Neo around again, this time on purpose, just to flex.

"Neo!" Sophia cried out again. Just like before, though, Neo only looked up at Weronika with a deadpan expression, arms still crossed.

"It is because there is no attainable skill in which you would be superior to me," she said haughtily. Height was hardly a "flex" because it wasn't something they could control. Where was the fun or ability to grow in that?

"Why you little—!" Weronika tried to turn to Neo, but with Neo still under her arm, all Weronika succeeded in doing was spinning them both around and around. By the time Weronika was dizzy enough to stop spinning, she was even more confused than before; though she was certain that Neo was somehow to blame, because while she suddenly felt ill, Neo looked fine! Lucky bitch…

"Largo." Neo didn't take her eyes off of Weronika's scowling face as it finally got through her thick skull that spinning around and around wasn't going to help her find Neo. "What exactly did Seperack consume?"

"Yes, Neo!" Elsie hopped off the couch, practically saluting Neo as she raced from the living room to the kitchen where the hoity-toity bottles of high-class fine wine and champagne were stored. Abyssmare was underage, but rules were suggestions to the rich.

As if they could keep a Largo from one of our most popular and rightful commodities! Elsie smirked, then she dutifully read the bottles' labels.

Neo exhaled slowly as she realized how strong the spirits in Weronika really were. It was going to be a long night…

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"Ay, Neo! Wanna wrestle?!" Weronika asked playfully, not even waiting for an answer as she drunkenly tackled Neo to the floor.

"NOOOO!" This time, Sophia did actually dive after them, fully intent upon throwing herself in front of Neo to save and protect her from the bullish, bearish Weronika. To her surprise, though, Neo was smirking as Weronika pinned and straddled her, laughing and taunting her from above.

Observant Neo picked up on something Sophia's panic made her accidentally overlook entirely. She tackled me in the living room, on the carpet floor. All four of them had come and gone to and from the kitchen multiple times that night, so there must've been some level of awareness in Weronika that kept her from tackling Neo while they were still on hardwood. Neo was not so inebriated that she could not see and appreciate that.

While Sophia watched, anxious and confused, twiddling her fingers, Neo's legs suddenly shot out and wrapped around Weronika, holding her fast. Then Neo twisted and bucked her hips.

"Woah!" Weronika's face was buried in fuzzy, furry carpet before she even knew anything was happening. Neo's smirk grew even wider. She was as drunk as the rest of them, but Weronika was hammered. Neo had just enough brain left in her to keep toying with the other girl a little longer…

"Neo!" Now it was Elsie's turn to shriek, but only because the sight of Neo's legs wrapped around Weronika's waist was so… so… so…

Scandalous! Indecent! Elsie's face flushed, and she wondered how much of it was the alcohol. Sober Neo would NEVER behave so hedonistically!

Or would she? Though Neo was a disciplined person, and alcohol was indeed influencing her decisions in that moment, Weronika had the uncanny ability to draw a playful side out of the otherwise lone-wolf diva, whether one or both were drunk or sober.

"The hell, man?!" Weronika whined as she tried and failed to wiggle and thrash free of Neo's legs' death-grip. I'm supposed to be the big, strong, buff, tough one here! Not HER! Why does she get to be so god damn perfect at literally EVERYTHING she ever tries?!

The salt in the wound was how calm Neo seemed, even as she had to fight to keep Weronika from breaking free of her. What Weronika failed to realize, though, was that Neo trained for rematches just as hard as Weronika did. The reason Neo was able to hold Weronika in place with such seeming ease was that she'd trained specifically for such an occurrence.

It would not be the first time Weronika challenged me to a feat of physical strength, so I figured I ought prepare for EVERY eventuality, even if I could not predict or foretell exactly when a challenge like THIS would occur. Weronika was, admittedly, a bigger jock than Neo, but her intense intoxication disadvantaged her, and Neo was no slouch herself. On the contrary, the reason Weronika never saw her at the gym was not because Neo was lazy or weak. She preferred personal trainers. But she could work up a sweat just as hot and powerful as Weronika's.

"Finally. Gotchu!" Weronika mumbled, pinning Neo to the floor by her wrists as her golden locks spilled out across the carpet beneath her. For a moment, she and Weronika only stared deeply into one another's eyes, panting heavily together. The alcohol made their brains swim, and bits and pieces of the past poked through like light shining through cracks and slits.

"What do your eyes see?" It was a question from Neo to Weronika, but both of them had answers. Grim determination. Triumph and victory. Fury and fire. Darkness. Ambition. Drive. Competition. Both against each other, and life itself. They were kindred spirits, twin-flame spirits, burning alcohol and passion. They were drunk on love and hate.

"You bring out the animal in me…" Neo purred in Weronika's ear as she retook her position atop Weronika. She stared down her nose at the older girl, a languid and almost lascivious look in her eyes as she slowly pulled herself and Weronika closer and closer together. It was then that her lips ghosted across Weronika's ear, sending a violent chill down her spine. On the living room couches, Elsie and Sophia yelped, Sophia slapping both of her hands over her eyes while Elsie slapped one hand over her eyes and one hand over Sophia's; extra protection.

"Hey! Where are you two chickenshits going?! This ain't nothin'!" Weronika shouted when she caught sight of Sophia and Elsie fleeing the living room for the kitchen once more. Weronika tried her best to puff out her chest and look and sound intimidating, but with Neo still straddling her and now laughing at her, it wasn't very easy to do. It got even harder (and hotter) when Neo finally hooked a finger beneath Weronika's chin.

What do your eyes see? Look at me. Only me. Weronika's face and mind went blank as her and Neo's eyes locked again. Only silence and tension hung in the space between them. It was a very small space indeed…

Oh… God damn it! You know what...?! Fuck it. We ALL know where this is gonna go! Weronika managed to sit up a little taller, clumsily grabbing one of Neo's shoulders and pulling her in close.

Lips locked, warm and insistent, fierce. For a moment, Neo was genuinely surprised, eyes widening as Weronika took the small space between them and completely closed the gap. Weronika closed her eyes, heart pounding in her chest, but she could still feel Neo's body tense up against hers.

Awww, fuckshit, I'm in trouble, aren't I…? she growled, but right before she could pull away to check on Neo, Neo suddenly started kissing back. Now it was Weronika's turn to go comically bug-eyed. She hadn't expected Neo to be so… forceful. Then again, that was on Weronika for not expecting only the best of the best from the ultimate diva. Neither of them ever did half-measures on anything, especially not each other.

When Weronika finally came back to her senses, she sat up to the best of her ability, pulling Neo in close as Neo pushed herself into Weronika. Even though they were kissing and embracing, the fight was still on, tangled bodies wrestling for dominance while cunning minds struggled through the haze of alcohol to come up with the next plan of attack. Both of them were dimly aware of how good everything felt…

Weronika always knew that physical touch was one of her favorite love languages. That was why, in her playfully drunken state, her first response was to challenge Neo to wrestle. And she knew Neo was the same. Even though, in their daily lives, Neo and Weronika acted too cool for human things like physical contact, there was actually a surprisingly high amount of it in some of their choreography.

Weronika thought back to some of the shows where she was cozy up to Neo, dancing in front of her, their bodies pressed together. It was almost like this… Weronika sitting up while Neo was still straddled across her lap. Their arms were wrapped around one another, and they finally pulled away from their battle to catch their breaths. Yet again, silvery-blue met purple-pink. Their chests heaved, hearts pounding and closer together than they'd ever been before. Alcohol and fire burned and lit up their souls.

It was spirits and spirits, and they heard one of their cover songs echoing up from the depths of their drunken reveries. Go with my vision! Light up the fire! Right on the power! Weapons! I have it all!

Still holding one another's gazes, no words were exchanged, but none were necessary. Despite the amount of alcohol in their systems, they had more than enough energy for Round Two… Meanwhile, in the kitchen…

"Do you think it's safe to go back yet?" Elsie asked with a nervous, awkward, embarrassed laugh. Sophia couldn't even bring herself to reply because of how mortifying it was to watch certain parts of Neo and Weronika so close together during their battle. But even though she didn't answer in word, eyes darting around the room as she twiddled her fingers again, Sophia answered in action. She slipped out of her seat at the kitchen table to race to the doorway and peek around the corner of the doorframe.

"Eeeep!" She launched herself backward, nearly slamming into Elsie who'd also been on her way over to the door.

"SMITH!" Elsie shrieked. Well, at least that answers THAT question… "You are RUINING my VIBES!"

Outside, in the living room, Weronika and Neo continued to roll around together on the living room floor. They paused only for a fraction of a second when they heard Elsie's yelp.

Huh. Weronika thought. Guess they're wrestling too.

Then any further thoughts from her were stolen by Neo as she distracted Weronika with another attack that Weronika was more than happy to answer and lose herself in.

AN: I headcanon Lone, Smith, Largo, and Seperack as the surnames of Neo, Sophia, Elsie, and Weronika.

-Lone because it's plain (which is funny for someone as egotistical as Neo), and of course heavy-handed (as she's a lone wolf).

-Smith because it's the most basic, plain, common American surname, which fits Sophia's role as the "lamest" of Abyssmare.

-Largo because I still like to jokingly headcanon that she has ties to the Italian-American mafia/mob.

-Seperack because a lot of people headcanon Weronika as Polish and that was my mom's grandmom's surname and she was a Polish immigrant.

Inspired by their most recent game event and posted in honor of their most recent live. (Maybe it's just me, but I feel like AM is really touchy and physical in their shows, so there was a lot of accidental Neonika. Sophia was probably jealous, stuck in the DJ booth LOL)!

Also, to any of you readers out there, would you prefer I keep all Neonika fics in this one anthology, or that I post every one-shot separately? I only ask because I have one more to post in a couple days, and if anyone has a preference, I can adjust these Neonika fics accordingly.