Scruff and Redhead Get Drunk (Kateri)

[Kateri Rivera]

Kateri hadn’t been expecting the man to be shoved away so quickly, and she nearly tipped forward herself as the pressure against her was suddenly released, blinking and gripping the table as she attempted to regain some equilibrium. She hadn’t even known what was happening—oh. Ter was there, shouting at the man even as he got to his feet. “Ter! Jesus Christ, this isn’t worth it—” But she couldn’t seem to get a word in edgewise, and although she tried to grab his shoulder, he moved away as he moved in front of her. She felt like shaking him. What was it about men and thinking she needed protection? It didn’t make any sense, and it was really exasperating. And slightly annoying. And, okay, terrifying. Maybe later it would be flattering—two boys fighting over little ol’ me? but right now there were more practical issues. Like injuries. And lawsuits. And hospital visits. And hospital bills.

She swore at the insult and grabbed at his shoulder again. “Terrowin Guthrie, this isn’t worth it—stop it—” But she had to duck to avoid the punch and then couldn’t do anything because the God-cursed-bloody-freakin’-stupid Terrowin was attacking the much bigger man and this whole thing was going to get him killed. And if he was kid, she was going to revive him so she could kill him all over again.

But the guy was out cold, and there were people approaching, and Ter seemed to be in pain and she was way too drunk to be handling this right now.

“You dolt,” she said with feeling. “Of course I’m all right! You didn’t have to—yes, yes, we’re going.” This was to the bouncer who had approached and was giving them the look. “Is it your leg? Of all the—oh, c’mon.” She put his arm around her shoulder and her arm around his waist to help him out the door, hesitated, then pulled him in and kissed him hard on the mouth, ignoring the cheers (and jeers) around him. It was probably the alcohol. Well, maybe it was partially because every girl wanted a guy to protect her and come to her rescue. And partially because he was sweet even when he was being utterly insane and stupid. She pulled away. “Now we’re going. C’mon.” And she led him out. Once they were outside, however, she whacked him upside the head. “What the hell were you thinking anyways?”

[Terrowin Guthrie]

The next few minutes were a bit of a blur for Terrowin. Between the pain in his leg and the crowd of people talking and chattering above him, it was hard for him to determine what was happening. But Kat was talking - thank goodness, she was okay. He bit his lip as wave after wave of pain rippled through the scar on his leg, knowing that it wouldn't last too much longer. This wasn't the first time it had happened, but it had been a while since his last attack, and he had forgotten just how much it hurt. But he still thought he got the better end of the short fight - at least he was still conscious, if barely.

Actually, as he felt himself being lifted off the floor, he only managed to just make out the face of the disapproving bouncer before his world went black for a split second, and then he was jolted back. Thankfully, the pain was now starting to fade, although it still throbbed occasionally as -

He nearly blacked out again as he felt a warm, familiar pressure on his lips, and he realized Kat had kissed him. Damn! Even though he was only able to return the gesture half-heartedly, he knew that the pain was worth the prize. Even if she was just doing it for the crowd, it didn't make the kiss any less sweet. Her breath tasted like alcohol, but he also caught a faint taste of Skittles mixed in. It brought back memories of long days spent by the lake, and long nights laying out under the stars, not caring about the gossip going on that the math and PE teachers were dating.... Just thriving in each other's presence until work beckoned them back to the real world.

He managed to lift himself and half-drag his injured leg as Kat led the way out of the club. Okay, so maybe he had overreacted. Especially considering his usual mostly pacifist nature, he was surprised at himself for having been so offensive in the fight. The only thing he could think of was that he had had to protect Kat from the disgusting man that was going after her. At least he had succeeded at that... but now he felt a little guilty for giving in to his testosterone-driven instincts. And of course, he was quite drunk.

Therefore, it came as little surprise that as soon as they got outside, she switched modes and slapped him across the face. Fortunately it wasn't too bad - she had small hands - but it still stung like hell! "Owww," he complained quietly, rubbing his cheek. "So much fer bein' a knight in shinin' armor." But he kind of appreciated it, even if it hurt his pride - he needed to keep himself in check better next time. "Oi'm sorry, lass... As soon as Oi saw that guy tryin' tae cop a feel, Oi couldn't help myself. At least it worked, right?" He winced and sat carefully on a nearby bench, straightening out his leg and sighing in relief as the weight was taken off of it. "Bloody leg, freakin' useless when Oi need it most. If that damn wound hadn't've acted up on me, everything would be fine an' dandy." Well, other than the fact that he had knocked a guy unconscious... But he would be fine. "Are ye doin' alright?" And what did they do now? He was pretty sure they wouldn't be allowed back into the club for a long time, if ever, and he was in no shape to drive. He supposed they would have to call a cab...

"My place or yours?" he asked, his usual cheeky grin reappearing at the somewhat suggestive question.

[Kateri Rivera]

It was clear that Terrowin still wasn’t feeling well, which made her feel slightly guilty for slapping him. It wasn’t fair to him that she’d been worried and terrified and—actually, yes, that was all his fault, because the whole thing could’ve been easily solved by just calling for help or just moving, but instead he’d had to actually start a fight. Just thinking of that made her feel all mad again, and she scowled at him.

“Knights in shining armor don’t get into drunken barfights,” she informed him. “And you know it. Besides, I can handle myself.” And she could, mostly through rude applications of the knee. But that was a story for another time, and right now, she had to find him a cab, because even though she was still somewhat furious with him, he still seemed to be in a lot of pain. She frowned, then leaned forward and kissed him—a little gentler this time. “There. That’s what you get for being a knight, okay? But next time, I think you should try being a normal bloke. It’s better for your health. Although…” She giggled a little. “You should’ve seen his face when he went down…beautiful.” She was definitely still feeling a little tipsy, in spite of the adrenaline now coursing through her system. She settled down next to him on the bench and leaned forward, then rolled her eyes. “I’m fine. I was always fine. You didn’t have to go defending my virtue. Not that I mind.” This was added somewhat thoughtfully. “But it wasn’t necessary, that’s what I mean.” But she was flattered. She hadn’t had someone pick a fight for her in a very long time. Realizing that she probably hadn’t thanked him properly for saving her—even if it had been in a really misguided attempt—from a weird guy with wandering hands, she sighed. “Thanks, though. Really. That was sweet of you. And for the record? I’m never saying this again. So enjoy it while it lasts.” She wagged a stern finger at him, then rolled her eyes at his question. Yup, the good feeling was gone. She gave him a little shove. “Your place, you git, unless you want me to freak out my roommate. You got things to help you there? I’d give you some Advil, but with the alcohol that might be a bad idea…”

[Terrowin Guthrie]

"'Ow do ye know knights in shinin' armor never got in fights? They 'ad alcohol back then, didn't they? Oi'm sure they fought of many dragons with a sword in one hand an' a bottle of vodka in the other." Or whatever medieval people drank. "Oi know ye can handle yerself.... But come on, that guy was huge!" Well..... Kind of. Most men looked huge to Terrowin, who had the unfortunate characteristic of being a smallish man. But Kateri was even smaller, so the guy was even bigger to her!

As she leaned in to kiss him again, her met her lips eagerly. "Y'better stop kissin' me so much, y'might make me think yer in love with me again," he managed half-heartedly afterwards. "Bein' a normal bloke is boring," he pouted. "An' see? It was entertainin' too." He knew he was acting childish, but he was drunk and he didn't care. But then she finally thanked him, really thanked him, and a genuine smile lit up his face. "Yer quite welcome, princess. Er... Lass." Oops.

Apparently he had gone too far, if her slight shove made him grin more. "My place it is then. Nice log cabin, out in the woods..." he trailed off, wondering if he had anything for a hangover. "Oi'm sure Oi have somethin'. My old wushu instructor was always tellin' me about herbal remedies, he makes sure Oi'm always stock with 'em. Oi'm sure one of 'em will do somethin'." Soon, the cab arrived, and Terrowin got up slowly, wincing as his leg groaned in protest. "Oi'm fine," he assured Kat as he limped into the car. He quickly gave them man his address, and they were off. "Oi can't remember how clean the house is, so Oi apologize ahead of time if it's bad," he told her. He had a bad habit of crashing into things when he was practicing martial arts, and he couldn't remember in his drunken state whether or not he had yet cleaned up the pot he had smashed earlier that day. Oh well.

[Kateri Rivera]

The mere thought of some knight, all bulky and proud with long blonde hair and in shining metal, going off to fight some dragon while tipsy was enough to make her giggle and, yes, snort. “If they’d done that, I think that knight in shining armor would’ve been in charred armor, Ter. C’mon. That doesn’t make any sense. You’re drunk.” But she had to pause to consider his next words. “But he was huge.” She definitely had to give him that.

She was more than willing into lean into the kiss again, although it got a little sloppy. She leaned away from him and tilted her head to the side to listen to him. “You know I like you, Ter,” she said. “Nothing wrong with kissing to express that. And I always thought you were a good guy. And a good kisser.” Had she been sober, she probably wouldn’t have said that. She smiled. “You were entertaining. But call me princess again and you might get lucky.”

Something for a hangover would be good. She thought that she’d appreciate it for sure. And she remembered his place pretty well, actually. It was a purely American house and all the more wonderful for it. She climbed to her feet and, in spite of his words, caught her elbow to help him stay up, and kept up a cheerful conversation with him until they arrived, when she helped him out. Once they were inside, she smiled and looked around, then leaned against him.

“Love your place,” she said happily. “Doesn’t look that dirty. Need some ice or something? Or wine might be better.”

[Terrowin Guthrie]

Terrowin allowed Kateri to help him inside, even though she wasn't entirely steady on her feet either, he noticed. Still, they made it inside in one piece, and he led her towards the living room, away from his personal dojo, where the aforementioned shattered pot might still be. There, he plopped down on his small, homey loveseat, just big enough for the two of them; fortunately they were both small, so they had some elbow room too.

"Glad ye like it," he slurred, taking a moment to catch his breath before standing and shuffling over to his kitchen to find something to help with a hangover. "Made the entire place meself." Okay, that was a lie. He had only added on the dojo... But still. It had been a lot of work! He began to rummage through a cupboard full of labeled glasses and vials, trying to remember what he had been told was best for headaches and upset stomachs, his most common symptoms after heavy drinking. "Peppermint... Willow bark..." he muttered to himself, picking out a few different things before setting them on the counter and creating a sort of tonic. After a few minutes, satisfied, he returned the ingredients and took the potion to Kat. "It'll be unpleasant, but this should help keep away unwanted side effects in the mornin', or at least help a bit." He wondered if she would wonder if he really knew what he was doing... But he, at least, knew that herbs and remedies was something he could remember without question. His wushu instructor had forced him to learn.

He swigged down his own part of the stuff, grimacing at the taste. "Yeah. Not pleasant." He set down the bowl and plopped down next to Kat, grinning slyly. "It's been a while since ye've come over, eh?" he asked. "Last time was... Oh yeah, last time." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, even though he really couldn't remember what the last time was. He could make it up, though. "Crazy night. And that peacock lingerie ye wore was awesome." His grin widened. He never actually recalled feathered underwear... But he could pretend.

Backing off slightly, he glanced back toward the kitchen. "Oi'm bein' rude. D'ye want anythin'? Water, food, tea..." On command, his stomach growled.

[Kateri Rivera]

“That’s a lie and we both know it,” she pointed out, grinning as she settled down next to him and leaned against him. Whenever she was drunk, she was always willing to stay in contact with him. Or with anyone, really. Kat sober was friendly and affectionate. Kat drunk was downright huggy. She settled against him and groaned as he got up, flopping over and burying her face in the fabric of the couch. “You didn’t have to go,” she groaned. “What in the world did you have to get up for? Ugh.” She remained in that position for a while, until her eyes eventually fluttered open so she could look at him. “Thanks, I think.” She sighed and took it. She somewhat trusted Terrowin’s faith in his herbal recipes, although she—and her mother of a doctor—was very skeptical of it when she’d told her. “Righto. You know how to impress a girl with your liquids, Terrowin. Thank you, I think.” She sighed and shook her head, then pinched her nose and gulped it down. When she’d finished, she mumbled some curses in his general direction and put it down. “Yuck. Don’t make me drink that again.” She laughed and put it down, then looked over at him and rolled her eyes at the eyebrow wiggle before she started giggling once again.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking of, Ter, but from what I recall, it didn’t go anything like that. The only way I was in anything with feathers was if you supplied it, and I don’t think even you are that kinky. Or is there something you want to tell me?” She grinned at him and decided not to mention that what she was wearing tonight was rather…lacey. What? If you went clubbing, you had to dress the part, right? She grinned at his stomach rumbling, then waved him off.

“’m good, but you should eat something. And mayhaps I should be getting home. What time is it?” she tried to reach for her purse and ended up falling off the loveseat, bursting into hysterics once she’d recovered from the surprise.

Why are we leaving these two alone again?

[Terrowin Guthrie]

"Calm down, calm down, Oi'm comin' right back," Terrowin assured her smugly as he returned to his seat. He propped her back up before giving her the drink, chuckling at her pained expression. "Trust me. It'll help with morning sickness... That is, if we get any sleep tonight." He let the statement float in the air before breaking into laughter. Who knew? Maybe he would get lucky. And it wouldn't be the first with Kat, especially as drunk as they were...

He began chuckling again at her question, putting an arm around her shoulders and letting her lean against him. "Trust me, Oi will never tell ye ALL of my kinky turn-ons," he teased. Not that he had many.... He wasn't overly perverted. Usually. "But ye, my dear, are definitely near if not at the top o' that list." He let his arm slip down from her shoulders to her waist, waiting to see her reaction. Sure, he didn't know what she was wearing underneath, but he didn't really care - it wasn't like it would stay on long anyway if they went THAT far.

But he was interrupted by her question, and he sighed, raising his eyebrows. "Frankly, food isn't the most important thing on my mind right now." He let his eyes wander down a little bit, leaving no doubt left of what he was thinking. Yes, he was drunk. Yes, he normally wouldn't have been so blunt. But right now, it was what he wanted, and he took advantage of her falling off the loveseat to lean over and sling her over his shoulder (carefully) as he laughed along with her. "C'mon, let's get ye tae bed, Redhead." And by bed, he did not mean sleeping.

He proceeded to carry her to his room, where a large, wooden bed dominated the room, covered with a dark-colored quilt. He deposited her on the mattress, then sat down next to her, once more wrapping his arm around her waist. "Now, where were we?" he asked, a sly grin flashing across his face.

[Kateri Rivera]

“’Tisn’t morning sickness, Terrowin ya daft fool,” she informed him as he propped her back up. “It’s called a hangover. You’re not bright sometimes, you know that? And ‘course we’ll be getting sleep. You never last that long anyways.” But she was giggling as she gently shoved him, which was her way of showing she was teasing when she was drunk. She did know what he was getting at, was very aware of it, but they’d get to that at some point, probably fairly soon in the evening.

She blinked. “Oh, you’ve got more than one? More than two? Ter, I don’t wanna know that.” She shivered slightly as his hand slipped down and leaned against him. “Though if you keep complimenting me things might just work out for your benefit, right?” She winked at him, then started giggling again as she leaned back in her seat, still settled against him until she ended up rolling her eyes again at his statement and the once-over. Then she shoved at him again. “Ter, do you ever have something other than sex on your mind? Food is good so we get a little less ti—hey!” She struggled a little as he picked her up, then dissolved into giggles again as she was dumped into the bed.

“You were telling me you weren’t really hungry for food, I think. And it’s funny, but neither am I.” And she leaned up and kissed him hard on the mouth. What? If they were going to get into this, she might as well enjoy herself. And she did know where it was going, and she couldn’t say she minded all that much. Although in the morning she’d probably reflect why she had such an issue just meeting up with him for drinks.

[Terrowin Guthrie]

"Hangover... Right. Morning sickness is when ye get pregnant." He raised his eyebrows and looked at her. "No morning sickness, got it?" At her statement, his eyes narrowed and he puffed out his chest. "Don't last that long? Why, that's an outright lie! Oi can go alllll night long. So no, we won't be getting sleep." And he grinned, slightly shoving her back.

"Mmm... No, ye probably don't wanna know that," he agreed, but then he laughed. He really wasn't THAT dirty. He may like a few strange things, yeah, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Well, maybe he did get some from his Australian roots... "There's nothing wrong with daydreaming about ye in a kangaroo costume, is there?" he said, holding back a laugh. "Oi'd love the tail..." He laughed then, letting her shove him aside before picking her up.

Once they were in bed, he returned her kisses eagerly, eventually taking off his shirt and starting what they knew what was going to happen all along. And he made a point to make it as long as possible.

(Sorry for vagueness and shortness, I am at the hospital and feel weird typing this while in my mom's hospital room, on hospital wifi >> Go ahead and skip to morning please? ^^)