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He squinted, looking over at her. "What're... what're you doing?"
She turned to look at him, curling her fingers in his shirt. "I want to punch her!"
"Sure, it is," he replied, playing with her hair. "Nothing better."
She had tears in her eyes and covered her face for a moment. "Abel, I want to punch her so badly."
He kissed her head, slipping his arms around her waist. "Oh my God, that's the funniest thing I've ever heard."
She paused before she started sniffling, looking up at the lights in the kitchen. "But... Abel, I want to punch her so badly."
He snorted with laughter. "It sounds like pooed."
"Yeah, but I'm... Abel, I don't think you even know how fast I am," she complained. "I'm so fast."
"I'm not being rude!" he exclaimed, sitting back down in the chair. "I'd... I'd never be rude to you." He started laughing again. "Rude. Rude's a...
She turned on her side to look at him, resting her head on her hand. "Abel, Abel, Abel. Baby. Babe. Listen." She put her finger on his mouth....
"Oh, you're so brave," he said flatly, stumbling into their compartment. "Theee bravest girl I know."
Ophelia was lying on the floor, but she looked up at him playfully. "Let's go beat up your siissssster!" she said, raising one hand in rebellion.
He leaned against the wall, supporting her with his other arm. "Are you suuuurrrre?" he asked, opening the door. Three people sat inside, and...
(Zoop!)
(Zoop!) About an hour and a half later, they were stumbling down the hall. One arm was over her shoulders and Ferris was laughing incredibly hard.
He took his too, barely blinking as he watched her. "You okay?"
She smirked at him, leaning her head against the cupboard before reaching out a hand.
He gestured to the shots before taking his and offering it to her to clink. "You gotta be quick. Down the hatch."
She leaned back against the cupboards, grinning at him playfully. "Yes. That's what this is. Bravery."
"If you don't like it," he said as the bartender poured their shots, "we'll change to something else."
