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selfish  tendencies  come  out  to  play  —  she’ll  think  of  herself  alone ,  as  she’s  done  a  thousand  times   ,  “   ugh  ,  you’re  a  TOTAL  life  saver  ,   ”   wide  smile  ,  yet  ,  today  …  it’s  weighing  differently  .  (   perhaps  it’s  all  FINALLY  catching  up  with  her  ??  )   “   well  ,  that’s  no  fun  —  !  i  love  free  drinks  ,  but  …   ”  a  pause  ,  change  of  heart  .   “  we  should  do  something  fun  for  …  both  of  us  .   —  ‘s  there  a  reason  you  can’t  have  some  ,  anyway  ?   ”  overstepping  boundaries  …  it’s  just  something  she’s  good  at  .

the former ghost boy nodded, confident he knew his drinks well enough to pick out something the other would like. he watches as the bartender prepares them, finding it interesting how drinks are made since he often learned how to make them on his own. “ hm? ” his gaze shifts back to her. “ uh, a promise. i’m having enough fun ---  ” he paused when the shots were finally placed in front of them. “ anyways, try it! ”

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“  you  don’t  reckon  we  should  change  that  ?  ”   head  will  tilt  slightly  to  the  right  ,  fingers  moving  to  tuck  golden  locks  behind  her  ear  .  gaze  will  fall  from  his  face  ,  to  the  ground  .  she’s  not  one  for  getting  excited  about  festival  activities  —  but  there  were  ways  around  that  ,  certainly  .   “   i’m  not  so  sure  this  kind  of  thing  is  my  …  style  ,  but  .  being  drunk  would  help  !   ”

“ yeah, we --- wait, i can’t.” he stopped himself, internally patting himself on the back for resisting the temptation of alcohol. “ alright, well, i can’t get drunk but i can help you get drunk. i used to be pretty good at it, after all. ” he chuckled, waving down the bartender. “two -- no three white gummy bear shots.” he turned back to the princess. “these taste so good and totally go with spring vibe.”

       the halloween prince was letting himself ride high on the good feelings of the festival. slightly tipsy but not wasted, he was trying to get better after all. “ damn, you caught me on the one day i don’t have my old friend jack daniels with me ! ” the male chuckled, offering his sympathies. “ but enjoy the good mood and let go. have you seen the face painting booth, yet? they got some wicked stuff going on, i’m thinking of asking to get a skull painted on me. ” a fitting tribute to his father.

          in  clutch  :  a  small  designer  wallet  in  her  right  hand  ,  and  a  tall  glass  of  pink  moscato  in  her  left  …  though  it’s  EMPTY  ,  by  now  .  the  spring  festival  ?  it’s  supposed  to  be  fun  .  it’s  supposed  to  be  happy  .  but  for  someone  like  charity  ?  it’s  only  BORING  .  there’s  talks  of  unity  ,  and  of  banishing  tensions  between  vks  and  aks  .  and  perhaps  all  that  is  good  ,  it’s  just  …  charity  doesn’t  care  .  after  all  —  it  hardly  concerned  her  .  she’s  an  ak  .  she’s  royalty  .  so  ,  cue  dramatics  !  she  wants  to  have  some  fun  of  her  own  .   “   SIGH  .  if  i’m  going  to  get  through  this  ,  i  don’t  need  another  drink  .  i  need  another  bottle  .   ”