» we'll leave this town in ruins [Claire]

[freddy]

"Well, Elly Belly, that is just excellent too!" Claire said with a grin, laughing again as he went to the wall beside her. "And I'm sure..." She had to pause here through another bout of giggles, she finally caught her breath to spoke. "I'm sure that the wall loves you too, even if it is dirty. " Her head was sailing high, as if she were a million feet in the air instead of just five feet, and a few more inches besides that.

Her laughter stopped for a split second though, when he stood in front of her. Then, Elliot's eyes got wide, but she wasn't exactly sure why until a rough voice spoke, telling them to give their money to him. It was then that she realized there was someone behind Elliot, appearing to give him some insentive to give it to him, because Elliot fished out his wallet. Claire blinked in surprise as the guy turned to her, and the silloette of a gun touched her hazed-over eyes. With an expression of panic, she almost thought of running, but then recalled that she couldn't get more than a few feet. So, she got out what few dollars she had, trying not to smile or laugh until the guy scurried off.

As soon as Elliot started laughing, Claire did as well, but she didn't really know why. From a natural adrenalyn, her blood was now pounding through her intoxocated veins. "Oh god, Elly Belly. We were!" She choked out, her eyes watering from laughter. "We were just robbed in Vegas!" As soon as her laughter subsided enough to keep walking, Claire hooked her elbow in his, starting to walk again. "Maybe we should get back to the hotel, Elly Belly, before someone pops a cap in our asses next." She giggled again as they walked, stumbling along.

[elliotdavis]

Nothing at all was funny about the situation, I mean they could have just been seriously harmed, and still Elliot was clasping his side as a cramp began to form from laughing so hard. As soon as he almost caught his breath, Claire would open her mouth and say something, causing him to relapse and die from laughing once again. "Maybe we should get back to the hotel, Elly Belly, before someone pops a cap in our asses next." ”Pop a cap?” he asked looking at her with tears from laughing in his eyes. ”What the fuck does that mean?” his stomach turned and for a second felt like he was going to throw up, the shaking from the laughing fit didn’t help his alcohol filled system. The urge passed and Elliot smiled a wide goofy grin.

”Mmmkay, we should. Next time we could get killed!” After what could have been a traumatic event, the two seemed as carefree as ever, and Elliot linked his arm with Claire’s as they headed down the strip towards their hotel. ”Hey Claireseykins, do you think I’m purrrdy?” the question was random, but Elliot really wanted to know. ”And do I smell bad?”

[freddy]

Claire had to think about her answer for a moment, and almost stopped while she did. Continuing to stumble along through, she giggled as she answered. "I think I heard it in a gangster movie one time." She said, trying to be serious enough to look thoughtful. Trying...And failing miserably. "Preeeeetty sure it means someone will shoot us." The very prospect sent her into another bout of giggles; fairly similar to getting mugged, but a higher danger risk. Maybe that's why it struck her as funny.

"Of course I think you're purrrrdy, Elly Belly." Claire said with a confident smile. Had she been having this conversation entirely sober, she might have blushed and stumbled over her words. "And I wouldn't hang out with you if you smelled bad." She giggled, standing on tip toe for a moment to plant a kiss on his cheek. "That would just be silly of me. Because I'm too beautiful to hang out with...not beautiful people." Claire had to think for a moment to say this particular thought, but it made her laugh hysterically. She still had the urge to throw herself at him, but her jumbled mind still had enough sense to wait for him to react to the kiss on the cheek first.

[elliotdavis]

He burst into another round of giggles as she said the word “gangster”, his arm still wrapped with hers. ”Well, we don’t neeeeed that,” he replied, trying to control his giggles, but failing horribly. ”Getting shot would not be good, although we’d be like gangstas!” he all of a sudden got that excited look in his eye as if being a gangster was his life long dream. ”Fiddy-cent got shot nine times you know,” he nodded, it was a real, not important, but real, fact, one that Claire surely needed to know. All of a sudden, as if talking about Fifty Cent had triggered some kind of memory, Madonna’s “Hung Up” suddenly popped into his head. He was hardly a Madonna fan and still he began to hum the tune, rather off-tune I might add, as he looked around drunkenly at everything they passed.

"Of course I think you're purrrrdy, Elly Belly." ”Good,” he nodded forgetting all about the song he had started humming only a matter of seconds ago. ”And I was testing youuu,” he sang back to her referring to the “do I smell bad?” question. ”And you passed. ‘Cause I smell loveeely,” his cheeks flushed slightly as she leaned up and kissed him and began to laugh along with her. It was amazing how calm and cool he was and much his mind was not thinking about what she had just done. Had he been sober, Elliot’s mind would be on overload, dissecting the whole situation and what it could mean. But, seeing as he was far from sober, he simply bent down and kissed her back, however completely missing the desired aim of her cheek and planting one on the lips. It wasn’t necessarily a huge mistake, and Elliot didn’t even think twice about it. ”You smell loveeely toooo, Claireseykins.

[freddy]

"Yeah! But we would probably be the worst gangsters everrrrrrrr." Claire mused with another laugh. This was true though, considering that she was probably the world's biggest chicken. When she had been younger, her father had always told her that the only thing she was afraid of was being afraid. The list would have been at least ten feet long on all her fears; bees, heights, spiders, closed spaces, and too open spaces were just a few of them. But as she'd grown older, those fears had gone away slowly. Claire found herself giggling again at Elliot's next shooting comment. Wrinkling her nose a little, she looked up at him in slight disbelief. "Noooo. He'd be deeeaaad." She paused for a moment before adding with another laugh. "Did he really?"

"Yay! I passed!" She cheered, doing a victorious gesture with her free arm. With a giggle, Claire looked back up at him as they reached the hotel once more. "So because I won, what do I get?" She stopped as they reached the doors and he kissed her lips. They tingled a bit, and she blinked a few times to try and clear her brain. Even through her drunk state, she wondered if that had actually happened. Throwing aside whatever small, meager fears she had left, she stopped in front of him and stood on tiptoe, kissing his lips for a moment, then pulling back. She looked a little shocked at what she'd done, her giggly mood entirely turned around. "S-sorry...." She said softly, her words still slurring. She giggled nervously. "I dunno what I was thinkin', Elly Belly."

[elliotdavis]

He put his hands together and clapped over enthusiastically, like he was applauding a three year old for finally learning to colour in the lines, as Claire exclaimed over her passing his test. He smiled at her as she asked what she got for winning and he kissed her. It was a pretty good prize as far as Elliot was concerned, however he wasn’t the one who won, and wondered how Claire would take it. He decided however that he didn’t care what she felt, he was finally getting himself across, if only he’d remember it in the morning. He was pleasantly surprised as she kissed him back, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, feeling her pull back hesitantly. Jeeze, he was beginning to enjoy this.

"I dunno what I was thinkin', Elly Belly."

”I know what you were thinkinnn’” he replied, his words slurring slightly as he struggled to have the words come out right, his arm still around her waist. ”You were thinkin’ that kissing is funnn,” he nodded, kissing her once again before removing his arm. ”Especially with you Claireseykinns!” he continued, his voice slightly loud as they stumbled there way into the hotel lobby. ”Cause I like you. You’re cute.”

Elliot looked over at her and through his drunken haze tried to figure her out. She had kissed him back, that meant something, right? Right now it seemed like they were heading upstairs towards their rooms. He didn’t want to sleep though, the night was still young, and although he had surely had enough to drink, he didn’t want the party to stop.

[freddy]

Surprisingly, his arm around her waist felt natural. Had she actually been sober, she might have run away by now, completely afraid to let anyone get this close. But being drunk made your brain work differently, which was why she was standing in front of him, grinning like an idiot after he kissed her again. "I agree Elly." She said, shortening his nickname for convienence. "Kissing is funnnnn." Claire moved to the elevator, pushing the button and leaning on the wall while waiting for it to come down.

"Awww, Elly. Do you really mean that?" Claire asked with a small giggle. She almost wanted to assume he did, because of his kissing her. Looping a finger through his front belt loop a little shyly, she kissed his lips for a moment longer than she had done before. The elevator made a small dinging noise next to her, and she pulled him inside, pushing the button for her floor. "So, Elly Belly. I dunno about you, but I'm not entirely ready to go to bed yet." She shrugged, letting his belt loop go and leaning back on the wall of the small elevator, folding her arms across her chest. "So what should we do?"

[elliotdavis]

”Of course I mean it! Elly never lies,” he laughed, shaking his head. ”Lying is mean.” He was really liking the way they had started trading kisses back and forth, and Elliot couldn’t help and be disappointed when the elevator ding tore Claire from his lips. As she pulled him inside, his world begun to spin for a second, and he grabbed his forehead in an effort to stop it. Word to the wise, that never works. He leaned against the elevator wall, across from Claire, mimicking the way she stood, beaming back at her. God, she was so cute.

”Hmmm,” he placed one finger on his chin in an effort to act like he was thinking deeply about the answer. Truthfully, he had no idea. No spontaneous, ridiculous, drunken acts came to mind, his buzz was still going strong, but he was mellowing out. He came across the elevator and stood in front of her, placing his hands on the railing on either side. His face was close to hers, and he kissed her once again. Smirking, he stopped. ”As long as I’m with you, I’ll be happy.”

[freddy]

Claire smiled, nodding her head at Elliot's words. "I agree. Lying is mean." She could think of a few instances in her past that lying had injured herself of her father. Like her mother for instance. "And I'm glad that you don't lie. I don't like liars." She laughed lightly, her smile widening as he mimicked her movements. "Besides, I like you too, so that's an extreme coincidence." Her own mood was lowering a little; enough to let her brain register what she'd just said. Her cheeks turned a little red with embarrasment, but she didn't take anything back.

"Well then." Claire said quietly as he cornered her with his arms. She paused as he kissed her again, her buzz making her emotions run wild again. Not bothering to finish her sentence, Claire kissed his lips gently, wrapping her arms around his neck slowly as the elevator continued its increase. Pulling back again, she let herself smirk so it matched his. "Should we just go somewhere and talk? Or we could keep doing this." She left the decision to him, almost hoping that he'd chose the latter of the two.

[elliotdavis]

He had the urge to dance right then. The elevator seemed to be taking it’s sweet time getting up to the top floor where their rooms were and as Claire wrapped her arms around his neck he felt nothing but the happiness he had been so scared to feel earlier. He saw nothing wrong with what was happening, and with what was going to happen, right now it seemed like such a good thing. Well, in actual fact, it was a good thing, something the two of them wanted, but they are drunk, and what they want now will not matter in the morning when they are left to deal with headaches and awkward circumstances. ”Pfft, talkinggg iis unncool,” not exactly the truth, especially for the boy who loved to talk, but right now it was the last thing he wanted to do. Just as he moved back from her, still wanting to dance, towards the center of the elevator ready to break it down right there and then, the elevator dinged and the doors opened revealing the floor which contained their rooms. Reaching for her hand, he led her out of the tiny elevator.

”We should dooo something funnnn, like kissss,” he giggled slightly, in a bit of a high pitched voice, and stumbled a bit as he kissed her sloppily on the cheek. ”Kissiinggg is funnn,” he repeated for the third time that night before stopping in the middle of the hallway, his hand still holding hers. ”Wait, whereee are we going?” His room was the other way, and although he didn’t care where they went, in his drunken stupor he didn’t recognize this part of the hallway. ”Are weee lost?”

[freddy]

Claire giggled, shaking her head slowly. Why was it that being drunk always made people more friendly and outgoing? Usually when something intoxicated your blood, it only made you sick. Then again, being sick was the latter effect of being drunk, but poisons didn't usually slur your words, or make you want things of people you notmally wouldn't. Like had she been sober, Claire wouldn't have been kissing Elliot as much, neither would she be able to stand being as close to him as she was in the elevator. But the effects on her brain were making it so she didn't mind, and kissing Elliot was a hell of a lot more fun than she might have originally thought. "But we taaaaaaaalk, Elly." She noted. "We talk a loooooooooot. In fact, that's all we ever dooooo. Except now, of course."

Claire stepped out of the elevator, twining her fingers in his and laughing said they should do something fun. "I agreee." She said with a laugh. "We should kiss more. In fact, we should kiss more when we're not drunk." She laughed again even as she said it, wondering if he would actually agree. "And I thiiiiiiiiiiink..." She glanced at a few room numbers. "Yup, I think we're heading the direction of my room. So we're not looooost, Elly. I never get lost."

[elliotdavis]

Elliot nodded. ”We soooo should,” he added, responding to her kiss comment as his eyes anxiously scanned the surrounding hallway. ”And are you surrreee?” Elliot did not like to be lost and he glanced over at Claire as she mentioned her room was in that direction. ”Clairee, you have my life in your handsss, right now, mmkay, sooo you better not be lying, ‘cause youuu know, I hate liarss,” he smiled big at her as they made their way down the corridor.

”Is this one yours,” he asked as they passed by one door, his eyes staying on it as they walked. ”Nope, is this oneee,” they passed by another one, definitely not Claire. ”Claireseykins! This is taking foreverrrrr! Are we there yet?”

[freddy]

"Positive, Elly." Claire said with a giggle at his nervousness. She did have a moments hesitation though, her eyes flitting to a door number before nodding to herself and taking his hand, skipping a little down the hall. "And you can always truuuuuust me. And I hate liars too, so wouldn't it be kinda stupid if I lied?" Looking back at him, she flashed a confident smile his way, dropping his hand as she stumbled a little through her skipping.

"Ellyyyyy! Patience!" Claire said, looking back and forth at door numbers. She stopped suddenly upon reaching her own door. Thinking for a moment about the whereabouts of her room key. Patting her pockets really quick, she slipped it out of her back pocket and entered it into the lock. Taking his hand again, she tugged him into the room after her, then went over and flopped back on the bed. "Man, Elly. This was soooooo funnnnn."

[elliotdavis]

He took a deep breath pretending to be calm before opening his mouth to whine once again. ”Clairreeeeeee-,” he stopped mid-name, or well mid-syllable as she stopped suddenly in front of a door he was assuming hers. He almost ran into her as his head needed an extra second to tell his feet to stop walking. He fidgeted on the spot as Claire searched for her key and opened the door. His hand in hers, Elliot followed her into the empty hotel room, his eyes growing wide at the site of it. He had one just like it down the hall, but Elliot failed to notice the similarities. ”Oooohh, this room is big,” he walked around, touching everything as if he’d never seen it before and like he actually cared.

Coming back to where Claire was, he flopped on to the bed, laying beside her. It was the first time he’d stopped moving since earlier that night and the adrenaline was slowly draining. He turned his head over, looking at Claire and smiled. ”Of course itsss fun, you’re with me babyy.”

[freddy]

Claire laughed, taking the hair tie out of her hair and letting it fall around her shoulders as he reacted to her hotel room. "Elly, it's the same as yoooooooooourssss." She pointed out, sitting up a little to watch him as he looked around her room, touching everything. All of the rooms that Valkyrie students had gotten were the same, as were most of the rooms in the hotel they were staying in, which was why it was so funny that Elliot seemed amazed. After all, he had spent a lot of time in his own hotel room getting ready.

As he lay down next to her, she moved close to him, putting her head on his shoulder and looking up at the ceiling. "I aaaaaaaalways have fun with you Elly." She said, being serious, but her voice still being light in her drunken mood. Claire could feel herself calming down though, but the bliss was still there, like a ball in her stomach waiting to errupt. Looking over at him, she kissed his cheek lightly again. "And the reason you had fun was because you were with me." She giggled a little. "And because we're drunk."