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Who: Adelaide & You!
When: Various times in October
What: Listen, everything’s fine, and no mistakes are being made at all. Also Aube has too much food.
Where: Campus, Soleil.
Warnings: Mentions of blood & alcohol in the Soleil prompt.

campus;
[So far, being a member of the student council isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Sure, she knew there was going to be a lot of math involved, and she doesn’t mind it, but she minds the talking sword. She minds it a lot - it’s really kind of annoying, the way it nags her about money constantly. She has to admit her spending habits have changed since being gifted with the rapier, and she’s not sure how she feels about that.

There’s also the fact that wherever she goes in uniform there’s a trail of yellow rose petals left in her wake. She can’t really get around without being noticed anymore, because the petals are so invasive. She doesn’t even know what to do with them - will they disappear on their own? Should she use them for something? She’s unsure.

Either way, rules are rules and she has to wear her uniform on campus, so she’s a beacon of fiscal responsibility more days than not.]

aube;
[It’s not quite a daily occurrence, but it’s still pretty common to find Adelaide in the kitchen. She’s as prolific a baker as always, and she spends much of her free time baking up something for people to enjoy. She doesn’t have quite as much time to run a stand, what with classes started up again and her new responsibilities, but her dormmates will find the dorm well-stocked with any sort of baked good they could imagine.

Some days when she’s baking she seems...well. Stressed out. Her hair is a mess, and her movements are jerky and uncoordinated like she’s in a rush, and sometimes there’ll be a grimace on her face. She’s...Well. Trying to seem like she’s not bothered, though.]

soleil;
[This may have been...a mistake. A grave mistake, some could say. She’s not really sure what compelled her to go out to town tonight, but it’s probably because she’s lonely. She could go seek out company with someone she already knows - go talk to Maverick, or go check in on Rex, or maybe ask if Lia wanted to make something - but she doesn’t do that. Instead, she goes out to Soleil and finds herself in a bar.

She can’t get drunk the traditional way. She gets nothing by going to a bar, except...Well.

Just this once won’t hurt, right? She’s not going to kill anyone and she’s pretty sure the guy eyeing her up won’t mind. Just one bite won’t hurt.]

Ah, fuck.

[She pushes herself upright, stepping into the crowd at the bar. She’s really going to do this, huh?]

soleil part 2;
[She’s pleasantly buzzed, and wobbles a bit when she walks. She’s left the bar for the streets, and the guilt hasn’t quite set in yet. She can still taste the blood on her tongue, and she’s surprised it was as potent as it is.

Huh. Maybe she should be concerned about that. But she isn’t.

She laughs to herself, looking up at the stars and stretching her arms above her head. She should...head back to campus.]

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[It's cute, this drunken responsibility... Set as he'd been on getting trashed ASAP, he decides he has to support her, first, and so he laughs as he moves an arm to hover around her waist. He trusts her not to fall, but the impulse to do so can't be kept down.]

Right. Wouldn't wanna miss shit like that. Fucking ridiculous... Come on, I walk you home before you decide to take interpretative liberties with your nickname.

[Pfff - what's cute is his concern for her. She shakes her head, giggling a bit.]

It's fine, it's fine. You don't need to worry about me, Maverick! You should have your own fun!

[He retracts his arm then, but only so he can gently nudge her with his elbow.]

I am having my own fun. Seeing you having fun and being all goofy is fucking fun for me. Maybe next time you'll invite me so I don't just see the aftermath, though.

[That sure is a statement she's not going to dwell on later at all.

She snorts, shaking her head.]

I don't know. I don't think you'd like it.

[Aha...ha...]

[Pfft.]

Bumble, I was literally about to fucking go and drink myself into oblivion when I saw you, and I got taste, sure, but I ain't all that picky. Why, what was your poison?

[Even as tipsy as she is, she knows she shouldn't answer that with the truth.]

It was pretty good - but just kind of embarrassing, you know? This guy bought it for me.

[She tilts her head.]

He was nice.

Oh yeah...?

[More elbow nudges.]

Not easy on the eyes, then? I mean? I’m fucking taking you home, not him. Not that it’s easy to compare to me.

Ehhhh.

[The reason she's not taking him home is because he's currently passed out in an alleyway with some bandages stuck to his neck. It's fine. He'll live.

She blushes, though, shaking her head.]

It's really not! You're very handsome, Mav. [She leans in conspiratorially.] But you don't need me to stroke your ego!

[Adelaide's lucky he hasn't had any drinks yet and therefore still has enough shame to not tease her about stroking non-ego things, though he still blushes as the thought flickers across his mind. Little bit Too Much, especially when she's impaired. Instead, he laughs and playfully pushes her face away again.]

Nah. You're right, I shouldn't take advantage of your loose fucking tongue when we all know I'm hot shit anyway.

[What ungentlemanly thoughts, Maverick. It's probably a good idea Adelaide can't read minds, because that would make this incredibly awkward.

Instead she just laughs as her face gets pushed, leaning back.]

We all know you're the best around. In everything!

[The worst part is she's being sincere.]

[listen..............no I don't have an excuse

If he wasn't so goddamn short he'd keep pursuing with his hand, but eventually she's out of reach unless he wants to risk his balance. Better to fold his arms behind his head and give her a dopey, though now slightly embarrassed, grin.]

Eeeeverything... Damn, girl, you are drunk.

[smh.

Her laughter dies down a bit, but she's still rather giggly as she looks at Maverick.]

I don't need to be drunk to think you're as amazing as you are.

[Gosh.]

...though maybe it makes it easier to say.

[Ugh. She's so cute, which is why he's still smiling a bit as he shakes his head.]

Ridiculous... One, because your standards are fucked, and two? You can tell me anything you fucking want, Bumble. Don't we always say we're a good pair? Partners gotta listen to each other.

[She shakes her head.]

My standards aren't fucked! They're good standards! [She will defend herself to the ends of time. Maverick and Rex as Troubled, But Good.

At the second bit, though, a shadow passes over her face.]

Yeah...anything, huh?

Super fucked.

[They're Awful, Adelaide??? You're just weird.

His smile falls, and he leans forward so he can look back up to her face. He doesn't like it all thoughtful about unhappy thoughts like that. He loses the teasing tone and cautiously reaches out his hand to brush his knuckles against Adelaide's.]

Yeah, anything. I say what I fucking mean.

[They're great and she won't hear otherwise.

She lets out a laugh, but it's a bitter thing. She shakes her head.]

I think there's some things I can't tell you. You'd...hate me for them.

[For that, he'll grab hold of her wrist to pull her to a stop, lips now turned fully to a frown.]

Hey. I'm not gonna fucking hate you. [But...mm. It does make him think. He really needs to tell her, doesn't he?] If anything, I'm the one that's gonna fuck this up.

Why do you think that? You don't even...know.

[She wobbles in place, but she's firm in this much, at least. She has no idea what Maverick could do or could have done to make her hate him. She's the one who's been lying this whole time. She's the one who's a monster.]

I don't have to know what you don't wanna tell me to know you, dumbass...

[And to know what he knows, but not let anyone else know... Having Héctor support him had already been wishing for too much. He couldn't possibly be that lucky again, could he? Especially now that they're not even working under the assumption that he's dead. That had really worked in his favor, he's pretty sure.]

I'm not gonna make you talk about this, especially when you can't even walk in a straight line, but I... I fucking dunno.

...It's knowing me that's the problem.

[The truth would be easier, if Maverick was just a stranger. If she didn't care about what he thinks of her. But she does, and that makes things hard.

She shakes her head.]

Later. We can...talk about this later.

[Or never, preferably.]

[His heart aches, seeing her like this but not having anything he can really do about it except make it worse, right now. With a sigh, Maverick moves in close again and slips his hand into hers, interlocking their fingers.]

Yeah. Let’s just get you home and sleeping this off, okay? Sorry for being a fucking downer.

Hey, hey, you're not a downer!

[She's quick to come to his defense, squeezing his hand.]

I'm just...I'm just sorry, you know? That things are like this.

[Just let him be the downer, jeez!! He squeezes back and gently swings their hands back and forth, starting to head off again.]

Yeah, yeah. That's not your fault, though, that's life. And besides, if we're not gonna fucking talk about it right now, there's no sense in harpin' on about the woeful bits. Why not tell me about the guy that's not as handsome as me, but was nice enough to buy you a drink, huh? Or about how things are going with Grim Creeper?

[This is one of the things she appreciates about Maverick. He can move the conversation along, and they can pretend it never happened. That's...good.

She nods, slowly.]

Things with Rex are...I don't know. They're complicated and weird? I don't know what he wants from me. I don't know what he thinks about me - like, is he just tolerating me, or does he actually care? He said he'd be willing to have sex with me if I wanted it, but...

I don't know.

Fucking...yikes. That seriously how he put it? "Be willing to"?

[REX WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID ABOUT RELATIONSHIPS]

I guess that doesn't actually fucking surprise me, but still... Anyway, just tolerating's you out. Me, he tolerates, just barely. You're way too good to be on that level. [With a sigh, his voice lowers to almost a mumble.] Fucking dumbass, not letting you know how much you matter, sex or not...

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