| The Enemy of My Enemy (tag: Amaterasu) |
[25 Aug 2008|05:22pm] |
Apate was not usually one for drinking in public. She actually wasn’t one for drinking until drunk period. It dulled the senses, made you slow, made you a target. She had, on more than one occasion, taken great advantage of someone else’s lowered inhibitions, and she fully expected that treatment in return should she be foolish enough to become inebriated.
But even if she hadn’t been rattled by her recent exchange with Loki, even if she hadn’t been haunted by the look on his face before he left, she would have had a hard time resisting the wiry, little man with a squirt bottle full of rice wine who kept running around the restaurant screaming, “More saki, more happy!” He was the personification of persistence, and he’d already gotten Apate to drink far more than she’d wanted to. ( Twice. )
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