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 Who: Serge and Kid
What: Going home via airship, drinking (Kid only), and making up
Where: Airship
When: Nighttime, after leaving Halloween party
Rating: T for foul language and fire threats from drunken Kid

Kid was not happy, not in the slightest. And to say that she was pissed didn’t describe her mood for tonight. Rather, she could only feel rage, not nearly enough to send her into a blinding fury of throwing fireballs, rationality named Schala still humming in her head. That cruel, yet cute by Serge’s standards, pout spread plagued her face, sparks of flames seen around her eyes. Glaring at the various costumed citizens, scaring them half to death with eyes that reminded them of the various creatures contained within the continent. But she didn’t give a damn about any of them, focused solely on getting home and sleeping this bad day off.

Her reasons though were for the right reasons…at least in her state of mind. She hated the princess, or “Queen Ashe,” as she liked to be called apparently. The two never got along, especially after Kid decided to sneak in and “borrow” a few items. She could never forget the lecture she received that night: a full one hour lecture from Schala of all people, one burning into her head like a hot poker wielded by the late Fire Dragon god. Oh and there were the bounties up for her, though with everyone focused on the Heartless these days, they paid her little mind, other than the nameless thugs she ended up burning. But that was something she could just shrug off, and simply avoid meeting her, so that wasn’t what really bothered her.

In front of the Aerodrome, she looked to her mate, the fiery cerulean meeting with cold cobalt. That’s when the anger fueled her even more, remembering why she was angry: Serge. She loved Serge, she could never deny it, yet at the same time she wanted to strangle him and kick his arse for the way he acted. The Serge she knew never begged for anything, and all of sudden he started to beg in front of royalty, the same type that wanted to put her in a cell. Out of everything Serge had ever done, this one topped her list. Schala continued to assure her that Serge meant well, but the Radical Dreamer wouldn’t hear another word of it.

And just as Serge was about to say something, she simply headed to the airship, uninterested in what he had to say. Eyes were downcast to the floor before he decided to follow her. “Some night this turned out to be…”

They boarded the ship in silence, with Kid avoiding Serge’s stare. She headed towards the bar to drown her sorrows. Normally she would never drink, at least when heading home, but she didn’t care, ignoring more of Schala’s mental speeches. She plopped onto a seat on the bar stool, and setting a down a small bag of gil on the table. “Give me your best shot, and hold nothing back,” she ordered.

An eyebrow raised by the bartender at her began to piss her off, so she created fire from her hands, forcing him to bring her the concoction she wanted. “Careful little missy. Drink enough of this, and you may end up with—“

Kid waved him off, the fire reappearing in her hand. “Not interested in a bloody damn thing you’re sayin’. Now piss off before I burn you!” The bartended ran off to take care of the next drunkard in fear. Once he got out of her sight, the flames vanished.

Although Serge was thankful she didn’t send the place in flames, and it was possible with all of the alcoholic beverages, he became worried. Never had he seen Kid drink, unless at celebrations where they both went all out, especially after the final battle with the Time Devourer. And with his own senses tingling, he grabbed Kid by her wrist, earning a sour glare from her. “Kid, you can’t drink that! You know how much you can’t hold your liquor!”

But Kid refused to listen to her barely elder boyfriend, only wanting the drink and drown her anger, not caring if she got drunk. Besides, Serge was the only other person around, minus the bartender, and she knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Nope, instead, being the sly fox she was, she slid the drink to her other hand and gulped the entirety of it before Serge could dive across her and take it away. The blue-haired teen turned pale as he witnessed the slight dopey change in Kid’s face.

“Hey Sergey! Hic!” she hiccupped. “Who’s a cute Sergey?” She said, pinching his cheek until it turned purple.

Serge slapped the hand away and gripped her shoulders, trying to foolishly bring her back to reality. “Snap out of it, Kid! This isn’t you!”

“Pssshh!” She broke out of the grip, anger plaguing her face again, only drunk rage this time. “Oh yeah? You hash the bloody merve to tell me how da fuck I act, and yet there you were, bowshin’ downs to ze fuckin’ princess Ass bitch!”

“It’s Queen Ashelia--” corrected the bartended, though he was once again silenced by Kid midway.

“Yeah, that bish!” saying, fully turning to Serge. “For fuck’s shake! Yous supposed to be me mate! And me’sh supposed to be your girlfriend!”

That was the final straw, the final nerve that was touched and broken! Drunk or not, even Serge couldn’t stand for anymore of this. Without thinking, he snapped, saying the one thing he never meant to say in front of her. “Then maybe you should start acting like it! And for the record, I never tried to flirt with Ashe, I barely know her, and you should be more thankful that I saved both of our hides in the first place, both when we met that card dealer and the royal army that nearly made me a prison bitch! But excuse me, your highness daughter clone princess, or whatever the hell you are, for trying to be helpful when I only had your best interests at heart, even if it meant bowing down to royalty, and I sure as hell don’t like it anymore than you do!”

Serge gasped for breath, nearly losing all of his oxygen after his yelling. Seconds passed as Serge realized what he had just said to his beloved, and with each one that passed, his heart continued to sink even further. It truly hit a new low once he saw her emotionless face, her drunkenness temporarily forgotten, did she finally walk up to Serge and calmly said, “Fuck you!” Punching him into the wall as she did so.

Her drunkenness returned in full fury as she tilted from side to side, going through the door to the outside, wanting to be alone.

Serge eventually got up, shaking his head from the stars that appeared around him. Looking around the room, the only clue he had to finding Kid was the nervous bartender pointing to the outside door. He burst through the door, spotting Kid sitting dangerously close to the edge of the ship, hugging her legs as she cried.

He felt horrible, worse than scum about what he said to her. Of course he didn’t mean any of it, but he did make at least one point: being a couple. In the past week, while both were overjoyed, neither could express it fully, even when they were alone. Frustration built up in Serge, and he supposed it took a yelling girlfriend to finally say it. He finally sat down next to her, nervously placing an arm around her.

Kid acknowledged his existence, picking her head up, orbs filled with water as the painful tears ran down her cute face. She sniffled as she gripped his shirt and buried her face into his chest, letting everything out all at once. “Am I really that bad of a girlfriend?” she muffled into his chest. “Do you really think that way about me all this time!?”

Serge shook his head, cradling her and patting her back with a sad smile. “None of what I said was true, Kid. I was just…frustrated. You know I love you more than anything.” He placed his hand under her chin, bringing her to eye level with him, smiling warmly. “And you how far I’d be willing to get you back home.”

She gasped, the swirling in her head and the tears on her face coming to a halt. “Serge…” She squired out of his grasp, only to wrap her arms around his neck, resting her head on the crook of his neck. She smiled, familiar warmth spreading between the two lovebirds. “I’m sorry too, mate.”

Serge hugged her back as well. “You don’t know how much I miss doing this with you.”

(OOC: Corny I know, but what can I say? I just love this pairing so much!)

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