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Caritas; Saturday Evening

After spending the afternoon getting, ah, familiar with his scarf in the Biblical sense, Chuck decided to give Marion the night off and open up Caritas himself. It would give his scarf something to do that didn't involve sex and it would give him a chance to recover from the last few days. His face still hurt like a bitch.

"Chuck, Chuck? Can I play with Tino?"

Chuck placed his glass of scotch over his eye and gave his scarf a smile. "No, scarf. You don't know where that's been."

"Can you and I have sex again then?"

"Later, I promise."

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She moved to lean against him. "My sword looks like She-Ra," Adora sighed. "Where is your cape? Here?"

He leaned against her, moving his arm around her. "She-Ra? But that's..." he had no words. "She's there." He pointed with his free hand to the girl not far from him. She wiggled her fingers at Adora.

"Sweet Andalasia, I'm getting drunk this night, my love," he told his girlfriend.

Adora waved back, jaw dropped. "Yes... I think I should join you. Keep on eye on things."

He was never more thankful for his girlfriend than he was right now. "Would you? I would like that. I would love that. Let's do shots?"

Cape smirked and made kissy lips at Adora.

Edward noticed and his jaw dropped.

Adora was going to have to call her sword over to smack a bitch in a moment. But first there were shots!

"Please! I love shots!" She'd hated shots. She would get over this tonight.

Edward has never had a shot but someone else ordered one so...

"Shots!" He yelled. "Shots and more shots! Now!"

Cape laughed a throaty laugh and knew she'd have her hands full with her prince later.

"Is someone being shot? Shall I transform into a projectile launcher?" The Sword of Protection asked, wandering over in hopes for a bit of a fight, maybe. Yes, she looked much like She-Ra, plus a giant crystal just above her bosom.

"Possibly the cape," Adora muttered in return before raising her voice to explain. "It's a drink, my friend. No one will be injured. Edward, my sword."

Edward's brows shot upwards and he could not help but stare at that giant crystal. "That's... so big."

Um.

"Greetings Adora's sword. I'm Prince Edward of Andalasia."

Oooh! Shots! They were colored too. "Adora, for you first, my lady."

"Hey! I want one!" Cape seemed to wave over. "Share with me, my prince?"

Oh no.

"Uh."

Adora took her shot thankfully and dropped it back like a pro. "Ah, I believe it is not a good idea for fabric to drink....Cape. You wouldn't want to wake up a sodden mess tomorrow, would you?"

Edward knocked back his shot and desperately tried to ignore Cape. His hand moved from Adora's back to her thigh. Yes, he was reminding himself of the fact that she was real.

Cape arched a perfectly shaped brow. "That depends on whether or not I'm wrapped around my prince."

Another shot disappeared. Edward groaned.

"Oh really?" Adora told herself she should not be jealous of a cape. "Perhaps you and my sword should keep each other company and I can see Edward home later."

Her sword made a face. "More naked wrestling." Adora was too busy taking a shot to reply.

Cape eyed sword. "I've never left my prince.

Her prince did another shot and leaned into his girlfriend, pretending like nothing else existed but them. "It's a lovely evening, isn't it my sweet girl. You are beautiful." Delusional? Perhaps. But he was drunkenly delusional. "We should sing."

"Please!" Adora agreed, resting her head on his shoulder after her third fast shot. "I think singing would make tonight perfect."

"Do you not get tossed to the floor or over a chair?" That was sword's lot in life when the boy was around.

"Yes!" he radiated instant happiness. "I learned a new song (http://www.rhapsody.com/kenny-rogers/a-decade-of-hits/islands-in-the-stream/lyrics.html), Adora! And it is happy!"

Cape snorted. "Please. I'm not so easily discarded. Sometimes he actually sleeps with me."

Adora's head snapped around when she overheard the cape but she forced herself to ignore it in favor of her adorable prince. "Edward, I think I would love to hear your new song. Perhaps somewhere your cape isn't."

"Those were the days," the sword sighed, thinking of life on Etheria when she was forever strapped to Adora's back.

Edward blinked. He did not sleep with his cape. Maybe only sometimes when he forgot to take it off. Pfft.

"Adora, you must sing with me!" He slid another shot towards her. It was confidence in a glass. Right?

"You poor thing," Cape said, shaking her head. "You should have a special sheath, at least. Do you know I am free of lint practically every day?"

"With?" Adora looked skeptical as she downed the...what number shot was it now? "Promise not to laugh at my voice?"

"I do! My sheath is quite comfy," Sword replied. "Ooh, does he use the sticky brush on you?"

"My darling, light of my life, I would never laugh at you." Edward was drunk. He had another shot and didn't at all seem to mind that he couldn't taste it anymore. "Adora? His majesty said something to me. Remind me to tell you later."

"Yet you are discarded so easily," she sighed and flipped her long dark hair over her shoulder. "No, not at all. He smooths me out across his bed and diligently picks the lint off with his own fingers." While complaining about his lack of a Nathaniel. Details.

"His majesty?" Adora asked, giggling a little because it was fun to say that word. "Maaaajesty?"

"Not discarded! I am simply not required during the hours of wrestling and sleep. And, unlike capes, lint does not stick to me or my stone." Her hand caressed the crystal jewel set into her chest.

Edward blinked at his adorable girlfriend. "Yes. Yeeeeees." Then he leaned over to try and kiss her.

"You mean when my prince is with your princess." Cape smirked, eyeing the jewel. "But his hands, so large, so strong, so gentle caress over me like smooth rich silk. Back and forth, up and down, round and round..."

If she hadn't been kissing Edward, Adora might have reached over and smacked that cape. Instead she gave her hands the task of pulling herself closer to her prince.

"That sounds like polishing! I require such maintenance as well," the sword replied, frowning at Edward and Adora. "I believe they have forgotten us."

Ah, he liked this much better than listening to his cape sputter utter nonsense. He deepened the kiss, because he could. Ah-hah!

Cape was frowning as well. "What are we supposed to do now? I am not watching them, again."

There was no hearing when she was focused on her adoring prince and his wonderful ability to kiss her senseless.

"I shall protect you, friend Cape! We can go elsewhere and avoid witnessing their love at work." Sword was way smart.

The senseless was affecting him too because he didn't realize how close he'd pulled her against him.

"Let's," Cape agreed, giving her new friend a generous smile. "They can have their love; we'll go find fun!"

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