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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

She shook her head, the taste she could stomach, even if it did taste like dumpster water. “Is it supposed to burn like that..?” She asked, coughing again.
 
Nana shuddered and fought another slight gag, setting her cup on the table before Motochika. “Another one.” She said shakily from behind her hand, determined to enjoy drinks with him. The taste was down right awful, and it burned concerningly like she wasn’t supposed to be drinking it, but drinking with Motochika was fun.
 
“I want to try being drunk at least once.” She said with determination. “This is nothing I can’t handle.”
 
Nana swallowed hard, taking her glass once her drink was poured. “So.. what does it taste like to you?” She asked curiously.
 
He looked over the amber liquid slowly, "Smokey...kinda orangey...I hear the whiskey over in Europe and America is way different. Harsher." He grinned.
 
“You humans have strange tastebuds..” She tried to conjure up the smells he had described to her, shaking her head before downing her second glass.
 
“Well usually food doesn’t hurt you..~” She teased back, the burning in her throat lesser than the first time, but still present.
 
He laughed softly, "True. As long as it doesn't literally kill ya." He said as he poured more, "I wonder if you would get a buzz from my blood if I keep drinking." He added jovially.
 
Nana was starting to feel something now, body feeling warm in a pleasant way, feeling relaxed. The question made her think- even she didn’t know. “I’ve… never tried it before now that I think about it.” She admitted, blushing as she imagined drinking from Motochika. “Maybe if you were drunk enough.” She teased back.
 
“No touching your stitches- doctors orders.” She said firmly, but it was clear she was just a bit drunk, and it was in good humor. “But we could try a different way..” She dug into the first aid kit, pulling out a sterile syringe with a wicked grin. “How do you feel about a blood draw?”
 
“It’s not! It’s just so I don’t have to go sucking on your hand or something..!” She argued, getting the needle ready to draw blood from him.
 
She looked a little flustered as she set up to draw his blood, moving closer to see his veins better. “I don’t think I can bring myself to do that..” She said, carefully inserting the needle into the vein in his arm.
 
Her face turned red like a tomato. “After you see me naked, it only seems fair..” She focused on drawing the syringe full, already she could smell the blood.
 
“No ring needed..” She grinned, removing the needle from his arm, pressing a cotton ball against the area she had drawn from. “And yeah, our marriages are pretty much the same.” She nodded. “They usually don’t happen in churches though..” She said thoughtfully as she removed the needle head from the syringe. It was certainly much easier to talk when drunk, words flowing easily.
 
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