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Caritas; Wednesday Evening

Penelope was in a d'uh kind of mood tonight. Probably due to the sugar overload she suffered last night.

But she was there and willing to serve those ready to get their drink on.

Caritas is open.

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Ah and now she had him taking three shots and he forgot all about the salt and the lime being a part of them. The room was becoming even more interesting and his hands clung to the table top.

"I have never...had a pet!" he was saying them like declarations now.

She pouted.

"I can't have one on that. I have a kitten now. Oh man, you haven't met Nyx! My kitten. You should meet my kitten."

"Your kitten! Will she claw at me like the ones in movies?" Griff asked, pulling over the limes and sticking one in his mouth to cover his teeth because it seemed like something good to do.

She giggled at that and reached over to try and poke at the lime because it was silly.

"No, she's a kitten. She'll just bat at your hand and try and catch your fingers like a mouse and mrow at you."

He grinned at her with rind-covered teeth and reached out to catch her fingers like he was a cat.

She let him, though some little portion of her kept thinking about how they still had salt and lime juice on them, how they were probably gritty.

She smiled back.

His fingers were just as bad off and he failed to care at all. "You stopped asking," he remarked. "Think this means I won."

"You were being cute with the lime!" which was a perfectly reasonable excuse.

"Um... I never, uh, ate ice cream."

"I ate ice cream!" Griff announced, resuming his French and grabbing up the salt. He sprinkled it over the hand that held hers, twisting his neck a bit to lick it off before his shot.

"You're getting salt on me! And now you're not asking questions."

She was declaring victory.

"I am asking you questions now!" he said a little too loudly. "I have never had a sleepover!" Where did that come from?

She laughed and shook her head.

"I've only gone to one. I've never had one. Have you?"

...okay, that last part was in German.

He only knew one other person who'd ever lost control of what language she was speaking in and it very nearly sobered him to think of it. "That is why I started with I never," he pointed out, sprinkling the salt over her hand again.

She giggled, because she wasn't sure if he knew he was sprinkling it on her hand.

"Okay, so me... hmmmm."

She had to think for a minute.

"I never, uh, lent my jacket to anyone."

He looked at her sideways again, "I did that!" Let's thank goodness he didn't have the sense to drink for each occurrence because he could die. He did sprinkle the salt again though.

"You know, I gave Karev my jacket, over there. It was black and leather and had really fantastic pockets and I didn't want to see it go to dust."

She fluttered her salted fingers.

"You have to drink, silly."

He knew that. "Drink!" He downed the shot and stared at her with all the things he wanted to say on the tip of his tongue.

And she smiled at him.

"Yeah?"

And since he had her hand in his, she tugged him closer. He kept looking at her and she wanted to know why.

"Yeah," he repeated, leaning in closer and feeling blissfully drunk. His hand, filthy with salt and alcohol reached up to touch her cheek.

She let her eyes slip closed at the touch, happy and warm and pleasantly tipsy. She was only just edging on drunk, not quite there yet, but she felt wild enough for it.

Since her eyes were closed, he leaned in on a whim and tried to press his lips to her cheek.

Then landed and she almost turned her head to kiss him properly, but she didn't want to rush him. Maybe, maybe if he kissed her. That would make everything perfect.

But she smiled and tugged him closer again.

Edited 2009-08-06 05:02 (UTC)

Fully encouraged by her smile, he scooted his chair closer and leaned in to kiss her fully.

His issues could wait.

Fully encouraged by his kiss copious amounts of alcohol, she kissed him back.

The alcohol made it nearly impossible for him to stop kissing her once he started. It also made it so his hand was leaving a little trail of salt on her cheek and neck.

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