Faith had almost crashed right into Sasha. That would have been some feat, since you could spot him a mile off. She had actually been eager to get away from the food table, where some kid had just ralphed into the coleslaw. She slopped some of her beer and shook off her wet hand and she greeted Sasha with a twitchy smile.

"Who makes coleslaw for a fucking kids party? Unbelievable." She ranted, feeling a lot less queasy herself now that was behind her. Taking a quarter from her pocket she dropped it into Sasha's cup with a cackle.

"You lose, drink up!" It was a fun game to play, though she wasn't sure how it had been invented or even why dropping a quarter in someone's drink automatically made them have to down the whole thing.

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"Cold slaw? What is that?" he pulled a face but then watched as the quarter quickly made it's retreat to the bottom of the cup. "Oh man..." he took a deep breath and then downed his drink.

"I am never going to win this game," he grumbled, fishing the quarter out of his empty cup. "One of this days I will find out the secret to it and... and then someone else will be drunk," he poked his own nose, squinting his eye and grinning. "And it will not be me."

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"It's like, cabbage and carrots and covered in mayo... You know what, we'll talk about it later" she sighed, ruffling his hair. Anything she explained would be long forgotten tomorrow.

Satisfied that all the drink was gone, Faith raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'd like to see you try. Just face it, you're not very good at competitive spots." Grinning, she nudged him with her shoulder. Playing the same position was cool and all, but it definitely brought out her competitive side.

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"Yuck," his nose crinkled a little at the description. "Cabbage is never good, no matter what it is mixed with," he shuddered a little at the thought. His eyes got big like a puppy's when she ruffled his hair though, almost like he was ready and willing to go fetch a ball if she threw one.

"Hey!" he stumbled a bit at her nudge and pouted. "I could pick you up over my shoulders and carry you around the goal posts like three times before you got away," he teased, reaching as if he were about to do that very thing.

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"Fuck off!" Faith slapped his hands away and held her nose in the air. "You could not! You're as weak as a baby kitten. You know, when they are all mousy and their eyes don't open. That's what you are!" She was pointing a finger in his face and teetering a little on her tip toes to reach it.

"Just 'cause you're so big and... Russian, don't mean you're so strong, mister."

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He couldn't help but giggle as she slapped him away and called him a kitten. "A kitten?" he giggled. "I can turn into a little kitten," he snorted, talking about his animagus form. He nuzzled her shoulder with his head, it was not something he would normally do but being as drunk as he was, his reactions were quite a bit more silly than normal.

"Perhaps I should be less Russian. Would that convince you?" he asked. He tried on his best American South accent. "Aint that the darndest thing I ever seen?" he laughed. "I can not do that. Perhaps something else to prove I am strong?" he suggested.

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"Whatever. My animgaus will be a... crocodile and then you'll stand no chance!" Faith wasn't serious. Being an crocodile didn't appeal to her, but she definitely wanted to try out for being an animagus since she had got to know Sasha. "Hey, how come you never turn into a kitten around me? You could sleep in my lap when I'm trying to watch scary films instead of hiding behind my back like a sissy bitch" she joked.

"Please don't try accents" Faith said dead pan, pressing hr lips together into a fine line. "What will prove your strength?"

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"Would you scratch my little ears if I turn into a kitty?" he giggled, looking at her with big eyes. "I would turn into a kitty all the time then. Besides... I do not hide all the time. Only when the chainsaw killer starts sawing arms and heads off. All the blood scatter is just..." he shuddered. "I do not like that bit but I like when zombies eat brains," he giggled drunkenly, jumping from topic to topic. He tended to do that when he was around Faith though.

"Okay! I promise, no more accents," he put his huge hand over his heart and held up the other. "I solemnly swear," he grinned. "A true test of strength!" he said brightly. "Any brave task you assign to me! Perhaps a pain endurance or a near impossible feat!" he proposed.

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"Sash, that's the best part. We need to work on your tolerance levels. We should start right this minute."

Faith was quiet as she thought and downed the rest of her beer. "Okay, we'll see who is stronger. I've got the perfect idea." She paused for dramatic effect and smirked. "Tattoos. Let's get fucking tattoos!"

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He shuddered again. "I think I would much rather be a kitty," he nodded. "We will watch it again but I can not promise much," his face turned red with the thought of snuggling up in Faith's lap. He tried to drink from his empty cup without any success then squinted into the cup to remember he had drank it all.

When she proposed her idea though, Sasha's eyes grew wide. "A tattoo..." he put his hand for his forehead and looked at her as if she had gone mad. "My dad would kill me... but..." he knew he couldn't back down. "I suppose if that is your task then it must be completed right?" He swallowed hard. Where would they even get tattoos?

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That was pretty much a yes for Faith and she would hold him to it until he was crying like a baby and getting inked. The only problem was finding somewhere where they could get some. Faith looked around and dragged a sophomore by the scruff of his neck over to them.

"Hey! Where can we get fucking tattoos at.." she checked her watch. "One in the morning?"

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Sasha watch as Faith demanded information from the kid and even as the sophomore wriggled and squeaked, Sasha couldn't help but smile at his friend endearingly.

"There's a shady place in Bluebell Town!" the kid wriggled, trying to get away. "They don't check ID after midnight and being drunk is totally not a problem!"

Shit, Sasha knew he was in for it now. But if Faith was getting one too then... well... he could talk circles around himself all day but he knew she wasn't going to let him back out of it. "What is this place called?" Sasha asked.

"Dragon's Den!"

"Oh, is that the place near Super Nerds?"

"Yeah, yeah! That one!"

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Faith let go of the kid when they had the information and threw her plastic cup to the floor. "Let's roll" she said half seriously, pulling her hood up and heading for the front door.

"Do you think they'll let me get one for thirty bucks?" she asked, counting whatever money was left in her wallet.

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Sasha stumbled along behind her, chucking his cup over his shoulder and unknowingly knocking someone in the head with it. "Okay," he slumped along behind her.

"I think so. I do not even know how much tattoos are these days. I have some extra monies if you need some though," he offered. "What are you going to get?" he asked.

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"Maybe I should get a tiger" Faith joked, falling into step beside Sasha and shoving her hands deep in her pockets. She hadn't actually thought that far. What would piss her mother off the most? "If you were a totally ultra conservative lady, what would be the worst thing your kid could come home with tattooed on their butt?"

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Sasha laughed drunkenly. "But then it would be like... my face on your butt," he laughed even harder at that.

"But seriously..." he tried to keep a straight face but faltered and fall into giggles again. "Butt..." he snorted. "Seriously though... the worst tattoo you can get is like a full back dragon tattoo. That is the worst," he said straightening up a little. "A butt tattoo that would piss off your mother though... that would have to be something vulgar. Like kiss it or..." he giggled. "A pair of lips," he jokingly made a pucker up face, squishing his cheeks with his hands.

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Even Faith snorted at the way he said butt and gave him a soft jab in the ribs. "You're a goofball" she joked with a hint of affection. "Gross! I'm not getting kiss it. What about 'eat my shorts'. Like The Simpsons, you know? Immature and offensive."

Faith rolled her eyes at Sasha. "What are you going to get, 'I'm a huge pussy' across your forehead?"

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"I know," he admitted shyly, his face coloring at the way she jabbed him. "Oh! Yes! Get eat my shorts," he giggled. "I like the combination of immature and offensive," he nodded sagely.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "I do not know what I should get," I said scratching his head. "Perhaps... oh I do not know..." then he said the first thing that came to mind. "The tree of gondor," he giggled.

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"What the fuck is a tree of gondor?" Faith giggled back, suddenly stopping in the street and looking around. "Which way do we go? Do you think we're gonna get carded?"

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"The tree of Gondor, there is only one of them and it is the symbol of Gondor, the great west kingdom of Middle-earth!" he said excitedly. "There was a great king but he died and everyone died except for a few people. Flash forward a few hundred years and the steward Denethor was a total jerk but there was a little hope because Boromir went looking for the ring but then he died because he too was a jerk but redeemed himself in the end and saved the hobbits though really he died in vain because the Uru-- Uru-Kai... they were not going to kill the hobbits because they thought they had the ring. Then Foromir gets involved and he just ruins everything for the hobbits that have the ring and it is just this big mess but he ends up helping the hobbits in the end but he gets hurt by some bad ass orcs and almost dies. His crazy dad, the steward tries to set himself on fire and ends up setting himself on fire. Then instead of stop, drop, and roll, he takes of running and zooms past the majestic tree of Gondor, right off the cliff! Apparently, the fire safety courses taught in Middle-earth are not as good as the ones taught on regular Earth. So Foromir ends up hooking up with the hot blonde chick that Aragorn does not want because he has an elf girlfriend," he said in a long winded explanation.

"It looks like there is hope for the kingdom of Gondor because Foromir is actually a pretty cool guy but it turns out Aragorn was the long lost king of Gondor," he giggled and shook his head. "Sly motherfucker."

He realized he was rambling again, this time it had been a pretty extreme ramble. He cleared his throat and stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets. "Carded. No, I do not think so. I am probably bigger than all of those guys in there and you would just as easily kick their asses," he mumbled.

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Faith's mouth hung open in half shock and half disinterest. That had been an extremely long ramble indeed, but it was kind of cute. She wasn't going to tell him it was the weirdest thing she'd ever heard or anything. "Wow, that was interesting" she said after a while with a reassuring smile. "Are you sure they can fit all that in one tattoo?"

The party had been pretty close to town, close enough that they had been walking for about ten minutes are we already on the outskirts. "Wow, I sure hope we get to kick some ass tonight" Faith sighed. Drinking made her violent, it seemed.

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He laughed in relief. After hearing himself say half of the things he said he was nervous that Faith would have been freaked out. His Lord of the Rings fandom could get pretty intense. It was probably the most he had ever said in one conversation. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Well perhaps just the tree bit," he said quietly. "Do not want to go too much into detail."

Sasha never really went looking for fights but he was constantly getting involved in them. It was far easier to use his fists than it was to use his words anyways. "I will fight anyone that bothers us," he said, his chest unconsciously puffing out a little. "I think we go left here," he said. He knew where they were, he could find the comic book store (which was right next door to the shitty tattoo parlor) if he was blindfolded and spun around violently, he called it his nerd-dar. They were only a few minutes away now, any second they would be entering the heart of downtown Bluebell Town.

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