MHA #6, Friday Evening

[firstofitskind]

It had taken a ridiculously long time to get from the causeway back to Verity's apartment. Mostly because Liam was... let's just say the combination of 'easily distracted' and 'uncoordinated' was working against him in that respect. And Verity's apartment wasn't even that far from the causeway, all things considered.

But they made it, finally, stumbling in through the doorway. Or Liam stumbled, and Verity just patiently guided him towards the couch.

"We're here already?" he exclaimed, surprised. Apparently, it hadn't seemed like such a 'ridiculously long time' to him.

[ooc: for she what's named in the post! also warning for uh. side-effects of drug use? sort of?]

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[firstofitskind]

"What's your favorite kind?" Liam wondered, naturally. "You're a good date too," he added, because it was true. Anyone else and, lowered inhibitions or no, he'd have locked himself in his room to ride it out alone.

[arboreal_priestess]

"The kind where the TV is on, but we're not paying any attention to it," she said, wrapping one of his arms around her. He just felt comfortable; and she liked the way she felt, safe and surrounded by his strength. "You know, I haven't really done much of this kind before. I like it."

[firstofitskind]

"Why would- oh," it took him a second, but even drugged, he could put the pieces together. "Oh." His arm tightened around her shoulders, and he leaned in, breathing in the scent of her as the movie's opening titles began. "S'nice," he agreed. Though the other kind sounded pretty nice too, come to think of it...

[arboreal_priestess]

"Yeah, it is. We should do more of it," Verity said softly, lacing her fingers through his. "Both kinds."

One led to the other so nicely and all.