TIPSY
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  The inquisitive blonde strolls around quietly, her brown brown eyes catching at least a slight glimpse of everything that her boss' office held. He had abruptly stepped out of the room a while ago, stating that he had to use the restroom. She walks behind his ash grey-wooden desk, her gaze skimming over a picture of a young Erza, with long pigtails and a wide grin on her face, with one front tooth missing. The blonde frowns upon the frame as she thumbed the girl's cheeks, her soft eyes dimming with unmistakable jealously.

  What was on her mind, was almost unpredictable. She'd never achevied her life goal, and highly doubted she ever would. To have a perfect family, was her only wish. To be happy with others, even though she couldn't be happy with herself. When presumed that she had everything she wanted, it contradicted her, leaving her where she was at. Financially unstable and confused about which career to pursue.

  Basically, 'just-out-of-high-school-syndrome.' She was their golden child, said to be the Heartfilia Company owner one day. Of course, that dream won't come true. It's not her dream. That's the reason why..they replaced her.

  A single tear slips from the corner of the blonde's eyelid, and she diverted her gaze from the photograph, sniveling gently. She shakily sets the picture back atop of his desk, shaking her head, as if disagreeing with herself. Whipping her head around, she notices Mr.Dragneel's laptop opened, she sucked in a deep breath as her glossy eyes traveled down to the screen.

  She stiffens and studies on the words at the top of the screen.

  B--o--n--d--a--g--e----p--o--r--n.

  Her honey brown eyes widen and her soft cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson. She hastily grasps onto the picture of young Erza, not wanting to believe that her boss was so perverse. Yes, he was an idiot who did inexplicable things, but a pervert?

  "Touching my things again?" Mr. Dragneel ambles in, softly shutting the door, locking it, like he always did. She swiftly turns around and freezes, forcing herself not to back away and he walks over to her. "That picture.." He sighs heavily, as if he'd just witnessed an extremely lugubrious funeral. He was frowning slightly, but his eyes were dull..lifeless almost.

  "Ah, this one was taken on the day our parents died, it was Erza's fifth birthday. How adorable. She was so beautiful, always smiling..." He pauses for a second, biting down on the rough, chapped flesh of his bottom lip. He runs his toned hand through his salmon locks and let out a bitter chuckle, taking the frame from the bewildered blonde's hands. He tips the picture so it faced down, probably not to remind him of unwanted memories.

  "That was cheesy as hell." He laughs for a split second, glancing over to Lucy. "Want a drink?" He asks, completely flipping the subject.

  "U-Uh sure." Lucy sputters, feeling oddly uncomfortable in his vicinity. Waltzing over to the lustrous whiskey bottle atop of his desk, he grasped it nonchalantly, popping the cap and picking up a shot glass. Carefully, he pours the liquor into the glass, setting it on a coaster. He picks up another shot glass, pouring some of the alcohol into there also. He grabs a cup of ice, dropping three cubes into each glass.

  "Classy aren't you?" Lucy arose her eyebrow, crossing one leg over the other.

  "The classiest." He shrugs his shoulders and shoots her a lazy smirk; various amounts of blood rushed to the blonde's face. He hands her the one to the left, swaying his bangs from shielding his onyx green orbs and leaning against his desk.

  "And here I thought you didn't drink." Lucy sips the bitter-tasting drink, yet, downs it qucikly. It burned in the back of her throat, but, gave her an over-whelming sensation of delight.

  "I guess I seem to much of a stickler for that, huh?" Her boss chuckles lowly, before downing the shot and pouring another cup-full into the glass. He rises the bottle and quirked his eyebrow to her, questioning of she wanted another.

  "O~kay." She slurs, feeling a bit dizzy.

  "C'mon! Don't tell me you're that much of a light-weight? I only gave you one shot!" Natsu laughs heartily, clutching at his stomach.

  "I'm s~o not." She waves her finger in front of her face, shoving her glass into his hand.

  "It's your fault if you have a headache tomorrow, Blondie." He shrugged and poured more whiskey into her glass, still chuckling under his breath.

  "Then I'll *hic* blame *hic* it on *hic* yoo~u.." She points to him and giggles, rubbing her eyelids. He handed it to her and she glowered at it determinedly, or she thought she did at least. She brought the glass to her mouth and tilted her head back, forcefully gulping it down. He swiftly downed his twentieth shot of liquor, his bangs falling over his eyes seductively.

  "H-How ar-are yoooouuuu no-not drrrunnk?" Lucy's eyes twitched, signaling her confusion.

  "Don't know." He shrugs, speaking in a husky tone as he takes his twenty-first shot. She took another shot, her eyes, glazing over in her drunken stupor. She glanced over, staring up at him like predators did their prey.

  "Whatcha t-*hic*-hinkin about?" She asked, giggling a little as she unbuttoned the last three of her shirt.

  "You are too drunk, honestly. Button your shirt before something happens." He laughed uncontrollably, throwing his head back.

  "Honesty is nooott, always the be-*hic*-st, p-policy!" Lucy laughed along, but somewhere down the road, she ended up tripping and falling on top of him. Their bodies ly on the creme tiles, both, sweating heavily and giggling over absolutely nothing. Lucy took one last sip of the whiskey, before passing out drunk on the floor.

  Mr.Dragneel cackled loudly, before finally fainting from all of the alcohol in his system. And that was the moment that Levy McGarden regretted ever going to deliver stacks of paperwork to Mr. Dragneel.

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