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[color=c9bef3]"You know me so well,"[/color]  She twirled the glass in delicate fingers, watching the golden flakes swirl in their float, whilst Baxter waited for her review in keen anticipation.

[color=c9bef3]"You’re also trying to get me fucking hammered,"[/color] she accusingly teased before bringing the brim of the glass to her lips for the taste which would end his pique his suspense. [color=c9bef3]"You planning on taking advantage of me, Baxter?"[/color]  There was a devious glint in her eyes as she spoke.  One which suggested that may well not be the balance of power presently taking place.

He met it with a playfully dramatic look of shock at the accusation, grasping his chest in his open shirt.  
[color=firebrick]"Not at all.  Just trying to make your night."[/color]  Again, blissfully oblivious to the dual connotations of his words.

[color=firebrick]"It's a party.  And people should find their pleasure."[/color]  She gave him another glint-filled look over her glass at his choice of words, unable to respond presently with her mouth full, but doing better at holding her form under the conditions than Nate had.

[color=c9bef3]"Oh, [i]wow[/i]."[/color] Her eyes went wide as the taste matched his words in audacity, distracting her from more lewd response.  She met his gaze from across the bar. [color=c9bef3]"I probably should have started my night with that."[/color]

Another glowing review, made him relieved before his head once again bopped to music unheard.

[color=c9bef3]"Do you have a killer hangover remedy in that crazy head of yours?"[/color] she teased.

[color=firebrick]"I have one..."[/color]  He smiled and moved in closer conspiratorily, about to reveal a juicy secret to a new kindred spirit of the party.

He put both of his hands up, palms out, as if he was about to perform a magic trick and displaying he was keeping nothing hidden.  Then whilst holding his left hand up, as if suggesting the party girl wait and watch, he took his right hand and mimed twisting a knob in the air counter-clockwise.

A knob that incidentally, would have been suggestively similarly sized to the namesake nipple he'd given her friend just before.

As his hand turned, he winced and cringed slightly from the lights, his head clearly feeling the change from years of cumulative hangover - or he was one Hell of a dramatic performer.

Before he stopped, unable to take the discomfort any longer and turned it way back clockwise once more.  A hair of the dog, and then some.

[color=firebrick]"I say no to sobriety."[/color]  He explained his own personal hangover cure of choice.

[color=firebrick]"A bloody mary in the morning works too, though..."[/color]  He offered, as his own form of medical advice.

[color=firebrick]"Or if you feel you need it, I could turn those drinks down too.  But I don't think you need that just yet."[/color]

[color=firebrick]"If that changes though, let me know."[/color]  The offer was genuine, but something in his tone suggested he didn't like doing so.  He was very much in the 'more pleasure, more fun' game, and that seemed more an unwanted chore than anything.  His pleasure, an intoxicating one.

She watched his display with curiosity, before through the haze she remembered she'd neglected to share her own parentage in kind.  And paying her price in the social contract to match.

[color=c9bef3]"It’s Athena, by the way,"[/color] Blair whispered, leaning forward slightly in a deeper haze than a few minutes ago, like she was sharing her own secret with him now.  The name meant nothing to him.  [color=c9bef3]"She’s the smart one,"[/color] she added with a little wink.

He took his pleasure from the opportunity to let her switch her mind off for a while.

What better for those burdened with the weight of being the smart one, than to unshackle them and let things get slower, dumber, crazier and all things more fun and pleasurable?

He smiled back vaguely, his head continuing to bop along to his unheard music's raucous tempo.  She didn't share in his rhythm, but he was sure she'd at least felt more at ease in the party.

With a sigh, she pushed off the bar and took an uneasy step backwards.  She was able to keep her feet under her, but it was more of an effort than upon her arrival back at the bar.  Blair snapped and pointed her finger at Bax.  [color=c9bef3]"You, my friend, make dangerous drinks."[/color]  Her smile grew as her cheeks flushed from the copious amounts of alcohol.  [color=c9bef3]"But you’re cute, so I’ll let it slide."[/color]

[color=firebrick]"Well, don't be a stranger.  And slide on back any time."[/color]  His grin wide across his face.

The night was young by his standards, and he was just now starting to feel happy and loose.

[color=firebrick]"...now what else can I do with that mead..?"[/color]  He turned back to the liquor bottles and considered alternative concoctions and brews of bonhomie.

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