"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...
"I could pull off tights" Sim said, more than a hint of double entendre in his words as he wiggled his eyebrows. "You could be.." He tried to think of something witty, but thinking was so hard at this point in the night. "Pretty..Girl?" He frowned, then shrugged and blew smoke towards the sky.
"Yeah, you've got a cute little butt," she laughed. "Awww, you think I could be Pretty Girl? You're either really good or really drunk," the blush in her cheeks growing even warmer but she tried to pretend like she didn't care at all that it was the second time he called her pretty.
She turned her head to blow smoke in the other direction and then turned back quick. "You... uh... you can't read minds can you?" she asked trying not to giggle.
"I already did" he slurred, holding a finger to his temple and squeezing his eyes shut. "Yes...Yes! Oh that's interesting. Very interesting." He opened one eye to judge her reaction and grinned.
"You were thinking about how I'm fucking exceptionally good looking. And also that you want some pie. Key Lime pie."
"That's just not fair!" she giggled loosing her balance a little and bumping into him. "You know though, you can't use those exceptional good looks against me mister! Well... unless they get me key lime pie because now I want some key lime pie."
He wrapped an arm around her waist and leant his chin on the topof her head. "It was a curse being born so good looking, I admit it. But you must know what that feels like?"
It was weird being so close to someone, she hadn't ever really been the snuggling/hugging type but being as drink as she was, she didn't mind and even nuzzled his chest.
"It must be terrible," she giggled drunkenly. "I don't, no, no, no, you're just being factitious silly boy."
"Is that like, to do with shitting on each other? Cuz..Cuz I don't think I can do that, however pretty you are. I don't even have to go right now.." Sim said earnestly.
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