He tried to hide his disappointment that she didn't know who he was. "I'm uh, Sim." He gave her a lopsided grin and held his arm out incase Meka toppled off the table.
Meka's balance was not the best and she took hold of Sim's arm to steady herself. "Of course I go to Cresent City," she laughed. "I'm the President! Well not the President of the school or the world or anything like that but I'm the student council president."
"You do?" Sim narrowed his eyes, thinking. He went through his mental file but he really didn't recognise her. He whistled in appreciation, although that may have been helped along by his drunkness. "How comeI've never seen you before then? Do you get to pass school rules? Why am I not allowed to go up on the roof after dark?"
"Nobody sees me because I'm a fucking ninja!" she proclaimed loudly. "I'm really good at hiding," she added in a not so quiet whisper. She couldn't help but giggle.
"I get to propose school rules and shit and hold them to votes but do you know how many rules I break? I break so so many rules," she continued giggling. "And you can't go to the roof at night because you might not see your shoes and trip over them and fall off the roof and you would be dead," she tried to explain.
"You're a real rebel!" Sim shouted gleefully. "You're taking down the system from the inside! You are fucking ninja!" He laughed loudly and did a sortof worshipping bow in front of her. "Besdies, I wouldn't die. I'm like, indestructable!"
"Hey, robots can be cute!" Sim was pretty sure he had seen some hot robots on the internet. Or maybe those were real dolls? He made a mental note to ask Gray if he knew any cute robots.
"You think I'm cute" he teased, her hand leaving a pink mark which he rubbed furiously.
"Can they?" she asked curious now as to whether robots could be cute or not. "Are you saying you're a robot?" she poked his chest. "Cause if you are then you should be able to dance like one!"
"Oh! So stinkin' cute with that little face!" she teased right back, using a patronizing voice.
"Oh yeah babe, I'm fucking..I'm the best at robot!" Sim swung his arms around jerkily, though it was pretty hard in his current state and encouraged a few laughs from the people closest to them. "Or not so much" he added.
"Oh yeah? Well you're pretty cute too. Like a little fucking bunny" he slurred, making bunny ears behind her head.
Meka laughed at his robot attempt. "Oh, oh no, don't hurt yourself," she teased. "So you're not a robot, I'm a little disappointed but it's not the end of the world."
She laughed even more raucously at his bunny impersonation. "Wait... wait... you think I'm cute?" she tried to stop laughing to no avail. "That's gotta be the first time that's ever happened. I think I like you Sim Sim Salabim!"
"What's a Salabim?" Sim asked confusedly, taking the bottle off of Meka and drinking a little, trying not to spill any as he laughed. "I like you too." He nudged her with his elbow. "You know what,kid? You're alright!"
"Sim Sim Salabim! It's the magic words that Hadji uses on Johnny Quest," she stopped and giggled maniacally. "That's so not PC."
"You're alright too man," she nudged him back. "You know what would make this more better though? A fucking cigarette. Let's get some cigarettes," she was about to hop off the table when she stopped and turned back to him. "I... I can't get down," she laughed.
"I can help!" Sim said enthusiastically, lifting Meka unsteadily before she had a chance to protest. He jumped off the table with a surprising amount of grace, landing without dropping the girl.
"Holy shit did you see that" he said to Meka, putting her down and draping an arm around her shoulder.
Meka squealed when she was lifted and even louder when Sim jumped off the table, not that it was a terribly high table. Once he set her down she wobbled to his side, letting her arm go around his waist for support. "That was amazing!" she laughed. "You didn't drop me or scar me! That was like... WHOA!"
They stumbled toward the front door together and when they reached it Meka stopped for a minute and stared at the door, trying to remember hwo to use the handle. "Fuck it," she wiggled her fingers and the door popped open. "Shh, don't tell anyone I did that," she giggled.
"Whoa! Magic fingers!" Sim's mouth hung open in awe. "How did you do that! Wandless fucking magic! Illegal wandless fucking magic!" Sim was pretty sure at that moment that Meka was the coolest chick in the world.
"That is very impressive, you know. I could totally do that too. I swear!"
She could really only do one or two charms without her wand, but she wasn't about to tell Sim that. "Why thank you good sir!" she slurred her words together a little as they stepped outside.
"I know you can Sim Sim, you're totally ballin," she snuggled her face against his chest and giggled. She dug in her pockets and retrieved her cigarette case and her match book. "Want?" she asked already pulling two cigarettes out.
Sim stroked the back of her head clumsily, stumbling back a little with the faintest pressure to his front.
"You're a grade A babe" Sim said happily, pulling out two cigarettes and holding one out to her. He thought about putting it in her mouth, but the way he was feeling it might have ended up upher nose instead.
"You're so good to me," she said taking the offered cigarette and stuffing her own case back into her back pocket. She tried to light the match on the flimsy match book but failed after several attempts. "I don't know why I haven't upgraded to lighters yet," she giggled.
Meka situated herself into his hoodie with a giggle. "Oooo! A proper super hero! We could get you tights and you could be my robot sidekick," she teased.
"Thanks!" She reached up on her tip toes and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Such a nice robot sidekick."
"Yeah, I'd look good in tights" Sim agreed, looking down at his legs and puffing his chest out. "Sidekicks are pretty shit though, aren't they? Like Robin."
Sim pulled his hat down to disguise his grin as she kissed his cheek, grazing her hand with his briefly when she leaned up.
"You could pull off tights," she nodded. "I'll start working on your costume when I'm all un-drunk okay? I'll... I'll draw it!" She giggled. "You don't have to be a douchey Robin side kick! You can be like... awesome boy or whiskey man."
She noticed the graze and grinned, glad that it wasn't a boob graze and then blushed for even thinking it. I hope he can't read minds... can people read minds... oh man...
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