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Realistic or Modern "....Flowers In Your Hair." [Kaoru Asuna x Gears.]

"He was a great doctor," Ria stated, and even drunk, she could feel the pride and longing welling up. Was sure Granite could see it in her eyes. "You should have seen the kind of Black Jack surgery he could perform. It was horrifying. But when it was over....a little boy had a working leg again. Or a woman had her pregnant belly reattached, and a sweet baby girl was born a few months later, unharmed.
And you would have never met a more kind-hearted, subtle, submitting man. He was a husband to widows, and brother to lost men. A father to children who weren't his. Like Owen. Like me."

Despite the intoxication limiting her emotional responses, she was suddenly on the verge of overwhelm, and brought the mouth of the bottle to her lips. She stared down at the pieces, knowing where she would move, but not reaching out.
 
Granite listened, smiling a bit as he heard of the good doctors deeds. He had never crossed Granites paths or had been well known in the towns he stayed in- and he and Crystal had mostly stayed in less reputable areas.

He could see that the bottle was doing a lot of the talking- and that it had gone on long enough; too much may kill her. Granite gingerly reached for the bottle, slowly pulling away after letting her have a last sip before placing it aside. "Do you need to sleep or something?" Granite only dealt with Crystals hangovers- and she usually just walked back from wherever she had gotten drunk hours later without any drunkenness.
 
Ria wasn't happy he'd taken her booze. She moved a piece on the board. She wasn't tired yet, and the alcohol ingestion was doing its job -- no dead Raider spinning around her mind. That relief wasn't going to last when she sobered up.

"No, not yet. I'm not tired." And before he could catch her hand, she snatched the bottle and set it between her thighs. She'd love for him to try and take it from there. Her hand was still tingling from his touch. She didn't think she'd mind if hem made a little more contact.
"Your turn."
 
Granite was going to put the bottle aside- he couldn't leave Ria unattended to hide it- before she reached back. Keeping an eye on her temperament, trying to find the "asshole" she said she would become.

When she grabbed it back, hiding it between her thighs, Granite considered grabbing it. He didn't want to embarrass her or seem like he had intentions with her, so he sighed and leaned back, folding his arms. "Hand me the bottle and I'll play."
 
She smirked, probably a wobbly one. "No. You just think you'll lose, so you're stralling," she slurred a bit, just a liiiittle.
She ran her pinky around the lip if the bottle, missing it halfway around.

(Hey, I'll be going at 4pm here-time, so if I stop responding, I'm gone. I might post later tonight/early in the morning.)
 
Granite tapped his foot, getting a bit annoyed as she didn't yield- would he have to really grab the bottle? Her speech and movements showing she was decently drunk. He narrowed his eyes and quickly grabbed for the bottle, trying to catch her unsurprised so she didn't try and keep hold of the bottle- going for the neck so he would have less contact.
 
She tried to catch his hand, but missed, feeling his fingers brush her thighs as he took the bottle with a little yank. She really didn't think he'd do that. But she wanted it back. She stood and held out her hand, feeling the same tingling where he'd touched her jeans. "Gimme my liquor." She might have sounded petulant. Or sensual. She couldn't be sure. Either one fitted her current state of mind.
 
Granite had been hoping that her reaction time and the tiredness would allow him to grab the glass without any unnecessary contact, but she had struggled a bit and he had touched a bit- a few years back he would have gone red as a flame from the accidental touch. He moved a piece forward- not even caring about the direction it moved or which one it was before moving a bit back- his seat falling to the ground as he raised the bottle out of her reach.
 
She gigled when he fell, dodging around the table to make a grab for the hand with the bottle, not really feeling the fall when she tripped over his legs.

(Got to go, so this is it for now. Later alligator.)
 
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Granite found himself smiling a bit as she got up, finding this better than chess. He took a step back as she approached, before she rushed him- not helping himself as he let out a chuckle- before she fell; quickly moving to catch her- still keeping a hold of the bottle so it didn't fall
 

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