Drinking Contest [ReD]

"Wh-Whatever..."

Lochlann laughed again, but his laughter quickly turned into a surprised "gaahhhh?!" as a pillow was lobbed straight at his face. There was no time for him to dodge and he fell back dramatically to the floor--though he was very careful not to spill his drink.

"I've been hit! Gah! There is no hope for me. Addy, tell my wife I've loved her. Tell her....tell her I'm sorry about the time I told her that her casserole tasted like chopped liver."

He pretended to die, making a long guttural sound that was what Lochlann supposed a death rattle sounded like. He'd only ever heard it underwater.

He laid there for a while with the pillow still on his face, then sat up and tucked the pillow back under him. He took another big swallow.

"Hmm... A mini game sounds nice," she answered after a while, making herself sound as nonchalant as possible. "Why don't you start, and I'll guess."

"Oh shoot, okay," Lochlann said. He pursed his lips, scrunching up his face in thought. Then he said, "The first book I ever read was a collection of erotic poetry. I failed seventh grade English. I once had my nails painted, sparkly pink."

"Go tell her yourself."

When she said that, lochlann would grab her hand and look her in the eyes, very serious. "It's more dramatic if you tell her.... hot babe to a hot babe. She'll wonder about what killed me."

He started snorting halfway through and took another drink.

"The lie's... really hard to spot, you know?"

"You won't be hard to spot in a pink dress, " he teased, giving her an indication that he'd intentionally picked a hard one.

"The nails story is the lie, right? Because if it isn't..." She made a soft "pfft" and giggled.

Lochlann got up, went to the fridge, and grabbed a case of beer. He pulled it onto the floor next to them and tossed her one.

"My little sister had a slumber party. I had never heard of nailpolish before--we hadn't been in the country that long. Plus, how was I supposed to say no to a group of cute girls?" He shook his head, sighing. "It was horrible."

He hesitated and then said, "English was the only course I passed consistently that year. Let me wow you with my knowledge of shakespeare some time."

He got comfortable and then said, "Alright. Your turn. Wow me with some facts and a lie."

"Lochlann... Pink nails... Oh my god!"

"It didn't come off for weeks!" He said. He almost said, even my hooves stayed pink but caught himself before finishing the story.

"R-Right, right. I guess English is your thing, isn't it..? Poetry... Shakespeare... So romantic..."

"Absolutely," Lochlann said. "Shakespeare is practically my third language."

He watched her face get really serious again and he clapped his hands excitedly, awaiting his turn to guess.

"Hmm... Okay." She put on her best poker face. "I owned a motorcycle once. I've been kissed by a female once. I have shooting games in my laptop."


"The motorcycle," Lochlann said without hesitation. He wasn't sure why that was his first instinct, but he was going with it.

"Wrong!" Adelene snickered.

Lochlann lifted his eyebrows in surprise, but he took the beer and swallowed half as commanded.

"Remember the picnic event in the park before? You were there weren't you? Well I was with some people and Eph, this lizard lady uh... yeah, she kissed me after drinking some hard coconut wine."

"Well damn," Lochlann said, laughing a little. "You've got a bit of a wild side there, eh Addy? Lucky lizard."

"I don't have shooting games in my laptop. The motorcycle was from when I was still thirteen, I had to take my dad's when he and mom died, because Seth was after my life I can't really just walk away from a dangerous guy, can I.. "I was wearing a fucking dress. I hated dresses since then. Ugh."

This was quite possibly the most of her past he'd ever heard, and Lochlann was careful not to comment on the matter to avoid drawing attention to it, but had he been in his horse-shape, his ears would have perked up in interest.

"Well...when I totally kick your ass, I'll give you a new memory about wearing dresses, and I promise, it'll be much more pleasant," he said, teasing, but his voice was gentle and the concern real.

Now it was his turn.

"I was married once. I once fell asleep standing up in the middle of school. I have eaten a giant squid."

"Ugh that kiss was really awkward! Leon just had to make it worse!"

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad," Lochlann said, taking another sip from his bottle. He couldn't really talk though--he'd had all good kisses, even if some of them were what he used to drown people.

The thought was sobering, so he took another mouthful of the whiskey.

I don't think I'll have good memories about a dress if you're gonna go all perv on me again, you know. And besides, you're not going to kick my ass. Nope."

"It's not like I want to go pervy on you, I swear. It's just a thing that happens some time," he tried to explain, but ended up shaking his head. "Or maybe I will go super pervy. I will cut my hair and go 'oh Adeleine my darling please refer to me as Mr.Grey for the evening' and I'll spend all dinner quoting Fifty Shades of Grey at you."

"The marriage,"

Lochlann looked her straight in the eye. He reached into his back pocket, got down onto one knee--which was awkward since they were already on the floor-- and held out a small black box.

"Make a liar out of me, Addy," he said, and then he burst out laughing again. All the whiskey was making him giddy. He sat back down and flipped the top of the box open--it had a stack of Cabel's business cards in them.

He picked up his beer and finished it onfront of her.

"you caught me," he grinned. "Now your turn."