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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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[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.

[the_lioness]

*Oddly, Alanna looks torn between throwing something and crying. Instead, she takes several deep breaths and taps her glass against his.*

And to yours. You will be happy, Adam. It will all work out, I assure you.

*She ignores the glass and takes another swig from the bottle.*

It will.

[last_adam]

*Adam watches as the bottle meets her lips, and leans back, closing his eyes.*

I think maybe I should go home.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna swallows convulsively and turns to watch him.*

You don't have to, Adam. I think we've about killed this bottle of rum. I'll worry about you if you try to stumble home.

*I'll worry about you anyway. She presses a hand to her cheek, wondering just how flushed she is.*

[last_adam]

*He doesn't lean into her touch. He's just tired. But he nods, slowly.*

I'll- get a room. Or something.

[the_lioness]

*She pats the couch.*

You can stay here, if you want. It's comfortable. *Alanna bites her lip and sighs.* I spend an awful lot of nights on it. I know.

[last_adam]

*Adam, eyes still closed, bites his bottom lip.*

If you're sure.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna nods, even though she knows he can't see her.*

Of course I am. *Smiling now, she kisses his cheek.* Let me get you some blankets.

*Walking proves very difficult, but she manages.*

[last_adam]

*As Alanna stands up, Adam lays on his side and dares to open his eyes. The world is only a little blurry, and he smiles as she returns with some blankets and a pillow for his head.*

Too good to me.

[the_lioness]

*She grins, shaking her head. Very slowly.*

Nope. I'm entirely selfish. I get lonely, and it turns out I like having you around.

[last_adam]

*Grinning, Adam pulls the blanket up over him, and reaches out for her hand.*

Stuck with me, then.

[the_lioness]

*She squeezes his hand, smiling.*

I think I can live with that.