An Evening of Bad Decisions

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She wouldn’t have done it if she was sober.

It was Sunday morning. Two o’clock in the morning, to be precise. The sky was alive with a full moon and twinkling stars. Sea breeze blew through the trees, striking shaky black silhouettes against the night sky. A lone figure stumbled through the sleeping island campus.

She had skinny jeans with legs torn short just below the knee, with bare skin beginning where her humanity ended, and a small hole in the back for her tail to poke out. Two short, curved black horns sprouted out of a head that felt fuzzy on the inside, and warm, like her brain was snuggling up in a big fuzzy blanket. It didn’t want to do any serious work, like helping her remember where her dorm room was. It didn’t want to do anything complicated, like reminding her that what she had just done to that boy was probably unethical.

At some point over the course of that evening, Chloe stopped paying attention to how much she had been drinking. Ethics was hard. Counting was hard. The same could not be said for sating her unnatural hunger for the strength of mortals. That part was easy. Hell, being drunk might have even made it easier. She had fewer inhibitions, fewer problems with initiating physical contact university-age strangers. He was probably drunk too, and more than willing to believe that she was going to sleep with him. He was probably still sitting in the spot where they had been making out, wondering when she would come back, and wondering why he felt too weak to stand up.

Chloe wasn’t coming back. She wanted to go back to her room. Her friend Dorito was nowhere to be found, so Chloe decided to walk back to her room without her.

So she was wandering through the campus, a sixteen-year-old girl, drunk and alone, at 2AM.
 

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Graveyard shifts were the worst. Even for a dedicated and experienced man of the law like Lelei, working the wee hours of the night was something of an annoyance. He understood the need for it and made no complaint of the scheduling, but it was both boring and tiring. Hopefully the rotating schedule made sure everyone in security had some respect and empathy for those that worked the deadest shifts, by making them work the deadest shifts on an occasional basis.

The problem with graveyard shifts were that they were quieter than most would assume. The hooligans and mischief makers conducted their troubles during the night, of course, but even they had to go to bed at some time. Midnight was usually the tipping point for a lot of would-be trouble makers. At least when it concerned the campus. Older youths stayed up forever if the clubs and bars let them. On campus, most were asleep.

One drawback, however, was that those few who DID remain awake, were much larger hassle to deal with on the rare occasion that they made themselves known. When Lelei spotted a figure stumbling around at 2AM, he hoped that they were not one of those kids.

"Hail! Hail! Who goes there?!"

Lelei's call to the person was certainly antiquated, but it sounded so much more polite than "Freeze!" or "What are you doing here?!". Casutiously, he approached and recognized the figure as a girl, and her movements as the result of alcohol.

"Excuse me, miss. Are you okay?"
 

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“…Hail?”

It took Chloe a while to process what she was hearing. And what she was seeing. A big, burly shark-man was approaching her. She was beginning to realize that she shouldn’t have tried walking home alone drunk at night.

“Hiiii…” she slurred. Her brain was moving slowly. She looked up at the sky for a second. “…I don’t think it’s gonna hail here, though,” she explained to him. “The sky is too clear.” Chloe giggled; she realized that he was just greeting her in a funny way, not warning her about the weather.

“You’re a… a big shark-guy,” Chloe informed him, looking up at him, all giggles and smiles. Tonight, Chloe was learning that she was a happy drunk.
 

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"Yes. 'Hail'. As in..."

He shook his head at her weather comment.

"... Nevermind. Miss, do you need assistance?"

Asking the question was more or less a formality at that point. As he stood over the girl, towering and imposing, her inebriation was more than obvious. Her movements were languid and unpredictable, as if she had lost control of her motor functions. Her words were slurred and poorly chosen, showing how much of the alcohol had seeped into her brain. Her awkward smiles and... overly jovial attitude suggested that she may had a good time getting drunk at least. But she was still drunk.

One of her wobbles got a little too close and Lelei had to hold out an arm to catch her. She was easy to catch with only one hand, and he gently kept her somewhat upright with a hand on her back. But it was clear that she was in no position to remain outside.

"Yes. Yes. I'm a giant shark man. I know. We need to get you to your dorm, miss...?"
 

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Chloe wasn’t expecting to feel the man’s hand on her back. Her blouse showed a lot of skin on her back, so his hand was on her bare skin. She furrowed her eyebrows. She didn’t want a big, strong man she’d never met before leading her anywhere.

But on the other hand, he wouldn’t be a threat if she started draining him. And using her power on people felt good, both for her and the person she was feeding on. So she would basically be doing him a favor, and she would be protecting herself at the same time. Win-win, right?

Chloe’s expression softened and she looked up at his eyes, face flushed red from the alcohol. She started to drain him the moment their eyes met. He should start feeling all warm and cuddly, now.

“I’m Chloe.” Her eyes lingered on him for a while, and she let herself put more weight on the hand supporting her. “My dorm’s over there.” She pointed in the general direction of one of the high school students’ dorm buildings. “What’s your name, giant shark guy?”
 

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Lelei could have understood that Chloe was not in the mood to be touched by some random shark man that night, but he had other concerns on his mind and a momentary touch was not going to be a huge deal to him. It was especially inconsequential because he was fully intending on only keeping his hands on her as long as it kept her upright and mostly stable. He was well aware of how a strange touch could go awry for young women, and he wished to respect that. Hopefully Chloe would understand when she was no longer inebriated.

He met her eyes, unaware of her intentions and was immediately inundated with feelings of warmth. As he maintained their eye contact, attempting to impress upon her his confidence and authority, he felt his body and his mood lighten up. It was a familiar sensation, however he was unsure of what it was exactly. A fading voice in his head hoped he was not getting into "mood" with this drunk girl who needed to get home.

"A pleasure to meet you, Chloe. Just stick with me and I'll get you to your dorm nice and easy-like."

His hold became firmer as she put more weight on his hand, as if daring him to puller her closer, and he was sorely tempted to do so. With a slight pull, he brought Chloe closer to his side so she could lean on him for support as they began walking.

"My name is Lelei, and I was working the night shift here before you stumbled-in out of nowhere. I'm kinda glad you did for some reason..."
 

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Lelei pulled her closer. Due to the side effects of her power, she didn’t mind it so much. Being drunk probably didn’t help much either. She was having trouble focusing – did she want to pre-emptively protect herself from the big shark-man’s advances earlier?

Why? He was pretty attractive; she had a soft spot for non-human-looking people. Plus, being near him felt good.

“You’re glad?” she asked, giggling again. “About finding a drunk teenage girl stumbling around at night?” …Wait. Did she just admit to someone working campus security that she was a drunk teenager? Shit. She needed to talk her way out of that.

“At least, I look like a teenager. I might be a lot older than you.” She leaned against him, her head resting against his torso. She may have had reasons for doing this other than keeping herself upright. Her head was buzzing a little too much for her to identify her own motives.

It was around this time that Chloe realized she felt the way she did because she was feeding on him. Which meant that his strength would be fading. But that shouldn’t be too much of a problem, should it? They probably had a good minute or two before Lelei would lose the ability to walk. They could find her dorm room in that amount of time, right?
 

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"Well..."

Lelei was able to access the normally locked door of the dormmitory thanks to his security passcard. A quick wave of it over the electronic lock and it clicked open with a little green light. One soft pull and the door was open and the two of them were inside the building, the soft hallway lights guiding their way.

"... I was worried at first. You kinda looked like you needed help and it's my job to help, even if you doing something you weren't supposed to be doing..."

There was a lightness in his voice that almost made him sound like he was tipsy too, or coming down from anesthesia. Somewhere in his head, he knew that he should have been firmer, harsher with Chloe after finding out that she was drunk on campus. The rules and regulations he was paid to enforce still existed in his head. But the good feeling that had come over him was clouding his judgement.

With Chloe's help, they found her door and he directed her to open it. His legs began to feel a little wobbly just as the good feeling was becoming even better. He knew there was a connection there, but felt no motivation to act on it.

"Yeah. Yeah. You're probably some ancient deity or something, huh? I bet. Still, I gotta handle ya, teenager or not."

He emphasized the handling by pulling her a little closer to his side and rubbing his hand on her a little.
 

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He was still able to walk, and he walked her all the way to her door. If Chloe was sober, she might be impressed. Or she might be wondering if his shark-man physiology made him react differently to her power. Being as drunk as she was, she had already forgotten that she was even using her power. All she knew was that, once this guy started walking her home, she felt good.

Her door was open, now, and the two stood right outside. A neatly-made bed was visible in the otherwise dark room, illuminated by the starlight this academy was named for. Nobody else was in that room; Chloe didn’t have a roommate. Her body pressed up against Lelei’s. She looked up at him, still blushing.

“Handle me?” she asked with a mischievous smirk. “What is that supposed to mean, Lelei?”
 

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Without him really thinking about it, as they stepped into Chloe's dorm room Lelei's tail gave the door behind them a little push and closed it. The room was dim but he could see just fine. He had been out in the dark all night and his eyes had long since adjusted. Not that he needed them to keep track of Chloe. The girl was right at his side, with his arm slung around her, and she was pushing herself ever closer to him with every passing second.

Giving her a pull of his own, he brought Chloe more to his front so he could put both arms languidly around her. It just felt like the right thing to do, the thing to do that made him feel good. She was so much shorter than he was, and he was so much bulkier than her. She looked tiny with his arms encircling her.

"Handle. Y'know... Make sure you made it to your dorm fine, and that you weren't makin' too much mischief. I--Whew-—"

His head began to feel light, though it continued to feel pretty good. Lelei's body swayed for a moment, and his eyes went distant as he regained himself. Needing to sit down, he went to the edge of her bed and sat down, still holding Chloe standing in front of him between his knees. At that height, she could look him straight in the eyes with looking up. His hands had not left her side.

"Needed a sit there... Anyway, I can't have you makin' trouble out there, Chloe. Otherwise, I might've needed to give you a whole 'nother kind of handlin'."
 
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