Air Gear - Agito/Yayoi - feeding one's partner - motivation
The crystal stem of the glass was sticky under her fingers. Ikki had brought the drinks; she'd kill him if he'd sipped and gotten sloppy, or at least recruit Emiri to help kick his ass.
"You aren't drinking?" Emiri asked, leaning her elbows on the table. Her teeth flashed white in the calculated gloom of the club and she looked flushed and fierce in her black vinyl, hair falling around her face. She'd hauled Kazu out to the dance floor earlier and he looked a bit like he'd been hit in the face with a hammer, but he was trailing after her obediently so presumably no permanent damage had been dealt.
"I'm not really fond of intoxication." Yayoi told her with a shrug, and left it at that. Emiri clicked her tongue admonishingly and straightened, shaking her hair back.
"Not you either?" She demanded of Agito, grinning. "You two are so boring."
Agito slumped back in the booth and curled his lips off his teeth at her. "I have better things to be doing."
"Yeah, sure." Emiri rolled her eyes and snagged Kazu's collar again. "Lighten up," she added to Yayoi, and vanished into the crowd of people again.
Yayoi scooted deeper into the booth and closer to Agito, flushing faintly. "You don't like it here?"
"You don't look like you're having much fun in this fucking wasteheap." He remarked acidly, shooting her a sharp glance that prickled uncomfortably on her exposed shoulders.
"It's better than sitting around worrying." She said, and took a cautious sip. It made her sneeze, nearly spilling the drink, as the sharp heat hit the back of her throat and burned all the way down. When she finished wheezing, he was watching her. "It's an...educational drink." She finally said weakly.
His eyebrows arched expressively.
"Now I know what swallowing sugar-laden liquid flame would be like." She gasped, and then wiped at her mouth, darted him a glance, and offered him the glass.
He gave the drink the same expression of lip-curling disdain that he'd treated Emiri's suggestion to.
A laugh bubbled out of Yayoi. "Come on," she urged, "try it. I did, now you have to." She wasn't sure if it was possible to be drunk on one gulp, but the world seemed nicely golden-tinted and lopsidedly logical already.
He hissed out an exasperated breath and she bumped the rim of the glass against his mouth, catching his eyes. "Come on," she said softer, a smile helplessly curling her lips.
He drew in a sharp breath, then rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, taking a sip. When she pulled it away he bared his teeth in an expression of stark disgust, but when she slumped against the booth, shoulder brushing his, to watch the gyrating crowd he didn't protest.
"It's not all that bad," Yayoi said, and turned her head. It fell against his shoulder, her hair sweeping forward, and he stiffened faintly, then slowly relaxed. "Is it?"
Agito answered with an indistinct noise low in his throat, but it wasn't entirely objectionable.