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[last_adam]

*Adam wanders. He's gotten sick of wandering the circle of his- Crowley's flat, and so he's returned to the bar. Two, three, four times he wandered by Lucy's door, eyeing it, and not knocking. A drink or two later, he's back, and sitting on the floor, and still not knocking. Frowning, he starts to leave, and it's not until he's almost at the door that he remembers Alanna's comment from the other night. It's not easy to find her room in the staff quarters, he'd only been once, and it wasn't by himself, but he finds it eventually. He's gearing up the courage to knock, and wondering why, exactly, it feels like it needs courage, when he instead leans against the wall and slides to the floor.*

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[last_adam]

*Adam starts laughing; it's the laugh of the drunk and the laugh of the upset and perhaps just a tinge of the laugh of the insane.*

[the_lioness]

*Alanna stiffens, not exactly sure what she said wrong. She lets go of him and brings her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on them as she eyes him.*

Why are you laughing?

[last_adam]

Oh, just, between you and Mordred...

you'd never think I'd be getting the same advice from two people who were so different.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna blinks, picking at the couch cushion.*

Well, telling someone to consider their options carefully isn't such unusual advice to give.

[last_adam]

*He laughs a bit more, wiping tears from his eyes.*

Oh, no, it's not that. It's more... the reason behind the advice, s'all.

[the_lioness]

Ah. *She tilts her head curiously.* What were Mordred's reasons?

[last_adam]

*Adam shakes his head, still smiling a bit.*

He thinks it won't work out because we're not sleeping together.

*He takes another sip of rum*

Er, Lucy and I. Not Mordred and I. Not that we're sleeping together, either.

[the_lioness]

*Unfortunately, Alanna chose the wrong moment to take a drink. She nearly chokes. Coughing, she stares at him incredulously.*

Really? Um, how do you kn... why... *She blushes, clearing her throat. The concept is somewhat alien to her.* Why?

[last_adam]

*Adam can't help it, maybe it's the rum, but he's already laughing, and he's now laughing at Alanna.*

Why what? How do I know what? Complete sentences are a help.

[the_lioness]

That you want to be with her forever! *Red faced, Alanna blurts it out before she can stop herself. Her blush worsens.* I mean... that's a huge... don't you want to make sure you're really attracted to each other?

*She downs the rest of her drink and growls.*

I'm not coming off really well in this conversation, am I? It's not as bad as it sounds, really. *She takes a deep breath.* Why haven't you?

[last_adam]

*Adam rests his head in his hands.*

You, too?

I-

I guess I don't. But I never said I wanted to be with her forever-

*He stops himself short, flushing and seeming to try to forget what he just said.*

She, um. She wants to wait for marriage.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna's eyebrows shoot up, and she seeks refuge in more rum. It's starting to hit her rather hard. She giggles, but it sounds pained.*

Oh, dear. She probably wouldn't think very highly of me then. *Blinking, she frowns at her glass.* No. I just assumed.

[last_adam]

*Adam blinks, and his expression is a bit shell shocked.*

Yeah.

*he shakes his head, as if trying to clear it, but it only vaguely works.*

Hrm? What?


I think I need some more rum.

[the_lioness]

Yeah. *Wincing, she quickly passes him the bottle.*

I said that I just assumed you had visions of staying with her forever. All this talk of love and what not.

[last_adam]

I do. I did. I mean, I do.

*He takes a very large drink directly from the bottle.*

M'only twenty. I mean, I want-

I want her-

*he says it slowly, as if saying the words might somehow make it bad or wrong or evil, or even make them less true*

but I don't know about marriage.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna rests her chin on her knees and stares at the fire. Twenty. Older than Peter, who seemed so sure. Younger than she is herself.

She shivers, biting her lip until it bleeds.*

Sex complicates things. You are young, Adam. When all these new feelings get in the way, it... It might blur the line between love and lust. Don't rush into marriage calling it love only to discover it was mostly lust. There's so much more.

*Still mumbling, Alanna buries her head in her arms.*

[last_adam]

*Watching her shiver, he moves and wraps an arm around her shoulder.*

I never felt like this before.

[the_lioness]

*She blows out a breath and nods, lifting her head.*

I know. I'm sorry if I sound like I'm trying to complicate things for you. I just worry.

[last_adam]

*Adam sighs, it's almost a laugh, and almost a cry.*

M'not sure you could complicate things more than they already are.

[the_lioness]

I don't know. *She smiles. It's a bit wobbly, but a smile nonetheless.* You may wish to confer with Jon on that. He seems to think I can complicate even the most simple of situations. Why do you think I attend so few Council meetings?

Thank the Goddess we never got married. We would have maimed each other in under a year.

*She looks amused at that thought. Perhaps because it is true.*

[last_adam]

*Adam laughs and puts his head on her shoulder.*

Do you think you'll ever get married?

[the_lioness]

*Alanna makes a strangled sound, grabs the bottle and takes a long drink.*

Yes. *She coughs quietly, wiping her hand across her mouth. After a moment, she continues.* I'm engaged.

*quickly* But there's no hurry.

[last_adam]

*Adam sits up suddenly and stiffly.*

Oh.

Um. Congratulations?

[the_lioness]

Hmmmmm.

*She blinks at him, hugging the bottle a bit, and appears to choose her words carefully.*

...Thank you. I think.

[last_adam]

*Adam holds up his glass and means to toast her.*

To your happiness.