Just a little one-shot for everyone while I plead with my muse to stop running away from me. Hope you enjoys =D

She was really pissed this time. Like off her head pissed.

He had been watching her slump further and further over the bar for the past hour. God knows how much alcohol she had chucked back. No matter how much it was he had matched every glass she poured herself, whereas he only had slightly clouded vision she looked like she was about to pass out on him.


He watched as she tried to focus on his face and leant closer to him.

"You." She pointed an accusatory finger at him. "Should grow a beard."

Jesus, this woman...


"Yeah, you should! Then you would have a golden mane." She waved her hands around her head.

He watched her hands flap around and almost poke herself in the eye. Her exaggerated sigh told him that him not understanding her psychotic babbling was just simply not satisfactory.

She leaned forward, and almost off the stool, to twirl his hair around her fingers. "You could have this all the way round." Her fingers trailed their way down his head and down his jawline. He was sure she could feel his heart thumping at her touch. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them away, there was no way he would let her see the effect she was having on him. Knowing her it would be the only thing she remembered in the morning.

"Awwwww, what's up Gene? Are you really attached to your shaver? I know the word for that.."


"It's, ummm.."

"Stop it."

"It begins with a p!"

"For God's sake woman!" She focused on his face again with a startled expression. "You are rat-arsed and talking rubbish once again. Now give me some peace and quiet and go to bed."

He watched her pout sulkily. It was getting harder to ignore this woman. "Only if you come with me."

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

He looked at her lips.

Don't fucking tempt me.

"What, so you can show me your secret collection of brains?"

"No..." She moved closer to him again so he couldn't escape her gaze. "But, do you want to know my real secret?"

"What's that then Bolly-Kecks?"

She leaned in, close, too close. Then her lips were at his ear.

"I'm not even drunk."

He pulled back, looking back and forth from her now steady gaze and her half full glass. He didn't remember actually seeing her glass being empty, she had only topped it up slightly.

She was pretending... Little minx!

She stood up and walked to the door.

"You coming Gene?"

"Yes, I bloody am."

Luigi swore he had never seen Mr Hunt move so fast.