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When Jaina came in to work today, she found Tino sitting in the back room, drinking straight from one of the bottles he'd taken from behind the bar. "That kinda day?" she guessed.

He just glared, so Jaina went back to the bar, figuring it'd be a more fun work shift if she just left him there.

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He kept still and even closed his eyes, enjoying just being close to someone again, someone who seemed to actually want to be close to him and wasn't doing it out of some weird sort of obligation. His head swum a little and he sighed.

"Good alcohol, then?" he asked, smiling lazily at her since he had no idea how close to dying he'd been. Oh well. "Is there enough bad things to blame me for yet?"

Oh but he was sweet. And just maybe he liked her a little. It was really all Caroline could hope for to be around someone who wanted her. Shut up, Nathan, it's not the same thing.

"I'd share, but it seems I left my drink at the bar," Caroline lamented the loss. "Woe for lost drinks."

Oh, he did like her a little. Maybe even more than a little but a little was good enough to make him want her. It was still difficult for him to just outwardly express that but the feeling was there.

"And the bar is crowded with older people," he agreed, actually reaching up to slide a finger down her cheek since it seemed to be all right to do so. "You can keep drinking mine though, out of the bottle or off of me."

And he was touching her and not scared or creepy. Okay, maybe he was just drunk and desperate, but he was nice and that had to count for something, right?

"You know, I might have a better idea. You take a drink." And she would just swing her legs across his lap.

Maybe this was a happy middle between normal and vampire while she was feeling good and loose.

Bod was definitely slightly intoxicated but he wasn't desperate (at least, he didn't think he was) so she was half right. He was in the same way she was in just wanting someone else to want him enough to not hurt him.

"All right," he answered after a moment spent just enjoying the sight and feel of her legs on across his lap. He reached for the bottle and took a drink as requested.

"Good choice," Caroline told him. Boys who took direction well ended up with things like girls lips moving to press against theirs.

With luck he was a normal boy and wouldn't try to pull away when she slid her hand around to the back of his neck.

The normal part was debatable but he didn't pull away from her. When his somewhat fuzzy head realized what she was doing, he leaned forward to meet her halfway.

She'd definitely taste the alcohol on his lips just like he tasted it on hers. It felt amazingly good to be close to someone again and if he was eager with their kiss, well, he thought it was deserved and warranted.

Totally deserved. Please, if anyone deserved drunken makeouts at the bar it was Caroline.

Well, at least in her opinion.

But if her lips were a little clumsy Caroline blamed too much drink. And that pesky focus on breathing she had to maintain.

Bod barely noticed the clumsiness probably because he wasn't all that smooth himself. It didn't matter, they were still doing all right. She was still half in his lap and he'd started letting his hands wander up an down her back so clumsiness right now was allowed.

This felt really, really good which meant Bod didn't want to stop, bar or not. The elderly people at the bar could keep their eyes to themselves or something.

Caroline figured Bod wouldn't mind too much if she let her hand drift over his chest, just checking the goods before putting in too big of a down payment.

She thought it was nice being so close to someone, even just for a few minutes...and in a dirty, public bar filled with old people.

Okay, that killed things a little for Caroline and she pulled back slightly. "Wanna help me make my roommate insane?"

It took poor Bod a minute to recover from getting kissed before he opened his eyes and his brain processed what she'd said. Hopefully she'd liked what she'd felt while she'd been feeling him up.

"Yes," he answered, nodding. "Yes, I would love to contribute to the insanity of your roommate. It's something I feel quite strongly about tonight."

Just managing to contain the excessive joy at the thought of finally having someone (and not someone noxious) in her bed, Caroline started to climb rather clumsily off of Bod's lap.

"Oh wow, the first step's kind of a big one there," she shared, her hands seeking his for support. "I'm good, just in need of a nice man to walk me home. And help me get rid of the curly-haired loser who claims to live in my room."

Bod took both her hands in his, lacing his fingers with hers and sending up a silent prayer of gratitude that his hands were warm. He rubbed his automatically against her skin.

"I've got you," he murmured, making sure he had her even if he felt a little foggy about things too. "And I'll hold your hand while I walk you home and I'll make sure there aren't any losers in your room. The common room has couches he can stay on. I know how to make sure a door doesn't open."

That was a handy talent he'd learned back home. The ghosts were all kinds of skilled.

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