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Lovesick fools often do foolish things [Tagging Majima and Harley]

For all the things Amelia was bad at in her life, one thing she could count on was a sense of something not being right. And the current situation with Harley? It had definitely reached that point.

Everything that had followed their Valentine's evening in together didn't make sense. Amelia had sent several text messages to Harley to see how she was doing and to ask if she might see her over the days that followed. Most of the time, she received nothing but silence in response. After a while, though, she got text messages of random words or letters, and the occasional video of a darkness with sniffing and whining sounds that reminded her very much of a dog.

Amelia's been on such a high lately from all of the wonderful things she's been feeling with Harley that this sudden drop off after promises of wanting her around set off the rogue's anxiety. Did she do something wrong? Was it awkward for her to leave at the end of their night in, instead of crashing at Harley's place? She'd had an appointment the following morning that she needed to keep, so going back to the inn had made sense. Was it wrong of her to want that kind of space? Did Harley want something more for her?

Was she doing everything wrong?

The last straw in trying to decide what to do next came in the form of a video message that sounded like the dog answering Harley's phone was chewing on it. It was time to see if the only other person who was as involved with Harley as her knew what was happening. Unfortunately for the rogue, Majima knew as little as she did. Rather than try to work it out with him, she asked him to meet her at Harley's place, to see if they couldn't get the other woman to open the door and let them in.

When Majima finally arrives at the door to Harley's apartment, Amelia's wearing a hole in the floor with her pacing. She turns to him the second he steps through the portal, her hands clenching into loose fists at her sides so she doesn't pick at the embroidery on her fine clothes.

"She won't answer the door. I've called and knocked dozens of times. What do we do?"

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Majima jumps at the pinch and gives Harley a fake-scandalized look.

He takes the offered shot and raises it in cheers with a "Kanpai!" before he tips it back. As entertaining as it might be to see the rogue tipsy, he has enough wherewithal to pat her shoulder and blurt, "Oi, oi. Pace yerself, or yer gonna be drunk as a skunk."

Whatever's in those shots is already hitting him like a truck, so he can't imagine what it's doing to Amelia.

"Mmmmm whatever will I do with a drunk boyfriend and a drunk girlfriend." Harley grins like the Cheshire Cat. She makes herself comfortable in Majima's lap. Hooking a foot to Amelia's chair, to pull her closer.

"Oh those..." Harley picks one up. She licks the whipped cream off it, then drinks the entire shot. "Are Blowjobs and Orgasms."

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"What? No way! They don't have any alcohol in them." A beat, and a confused little jump when Harley tugs her chair closer to the two of them. "They don't taste like they do anyway." But she'll taste the last one covered in whipped cream just in case. Not because Majima's turned his attention to other drinks at the table. Really!

But she almost chokes as she hears the names of the things she's been drinking. There's some sputtering and coughing as she catches her breath, her face, ears, and neck all turning bright red instantly.

"Th-they're called what?" She doesn't want to believe it, and so she clumsily (wait, why is she so clumsy all of a sudden?) reaches out to the nearest server and asks about their shots. The blue haired young man confirms that Harley was correct about the names and that Majima was correct about all of them being filled with a lot of alcohol. Amelia thanks him and then turns back to her companions with a flustered look on her face.

She's, ah, going to drink one of those things with lemons in it and then hide in her ginger ale for a minute. "...I think singing would be a lot less embarrassing than ordering another round of those," she says with a nervous laugh.

Majima wraps an arm around Harley's hips and tucks a loose lock of hair back into her braids with his free hand. He can't hide a snicker as the layers of Amelia's revelations unfold.

He's never heard those drink names before, but they tickle his drunken, juvenile sense of humor. "HAH! They're aptly named, what with bein' all creamy."

There's a finger being wagged in the rogue's direction. "Ya finally comin' around, Amelia-chan? I told ya, karaoke mixes great with drinks."

"Creamy is good." Harley agrees, teasing a little. She will steal a little more whipped cream -- which she considers the best part -- and sucks it off her fingers. Leaning into Majima, because she feels safe in his embrace.

"If you want company Amelia, I will go up with you." Because she doesn't want Amelia to feel pressured or embarrassed. Tonight is about having fun.

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"Creamy?" That innuendo goes straight over the rogue's head. She's a little behind on a lot of things related to sex.

"I-I... well..." She pauses, blushing as she looks down at her ginger ale and turns it in her hands nervously again. "I didn't pick something that would be good for a duet. And I need to do something other than just sit here." She'll keep drinking if she doesn't because those... drinks until she really regrets it tomorrow. Or even later tonight, if she goes too hard.

"Signing up is easy, right?" she asks, getting to her feet suddenly. "I'm going to go get in line." Setting down her drink, Amelia rushes over to the bar and signs up for a song before anyone but her can see the title. There's one other song after the current one before she's up, which gives her a chance to catch her breath before she attempts to sing.

Majima watches Amelia's turnabout with a smirk. This should be interesting!

He has future hangovers in mind, too, and catches that same blue-haired waiter to make sure some waters appear on the table. Majima has work tomorrow, thank you very much.

"Glad to see ya feelin' better," he mumbles to Harley, giving her a kiss on the temple. "Ya gonna go up there and give Amelia-chan some moral support?"

"Thanks to you both... for coming to check on me. And kick me out of that funk..." Harley runs her hands through the side of his hair.

"Good idea, sweetheart." Harley kisses him. Then stands, to head closer to the stage, where she can be within sight if Amelia needs her.

Amelia's playing with the strands of her hairpin when Harley approaches. She doesn't even realize the other woman is coming over until someone in line starts to heckle her with a "Hey baby, ditch the long-haired guy and sing with me next." ...which is cut off as Amelia "accidentally" drives the heel of her boot into the end of one of his tentacles when she takes a half step back.

After a ~~fake~~ quick apology to the man, the rogue reaches out to Harley to take her hands when she's close enough. "This is exciting," she says, a little breathless as her heart starts racing. The last singer before her is finishing up soon... "And terrifying. Dreams, I've never done anything like this before and I hope you won't read too much into what I sing but I'm so--"

An abrupt end to the last singer's performance has Amelia breaking off her thought as the man walks over and shoves the mic into her hands. Judging by the way he's storming off, he wasn't too happy with the heckling he got for singing Fat Bottomed Girls to the bird-man sitting at the edge of the stage. She takes the mic and presses a kiss to Harley's cheek before pulling away. "Wish me luck."

For the sake of her own nervousness, she'd chosen a song she knew all the words to. Her voice is good, if untrained and marred by her nervousness about doing this. But Amelia stands up on the stage and sings her heart out, closing her eyes and swaying with the music as she sings. By the end of the song, she's really getting into it, her voice becoming all the more confident as the audience cheers and whistles at her.

When it's over, the rogue takes an awkward bow and passes the mic onto a fairy-like creature to start her number. Amelia rushes back to Harley and throws her arms around her in a tight hug. "I did it! Dreams, I actually did it!"

Majima holds down their table, watching with his arm slung over the back of his chair. He's honestly impressed at how quickly she rose to the challenge.

When the song ends, he stands and gives a long whistle and hearty applause. When she makes her way back to the table, he's ready with a, "Pfft, see? Ain't so bad, huh? Look, someone even gave you a couple more Blow Jobs!"

Someone must have noticed her enjoyment of the scandalous shots, because another couple have appeared on the table (along with Majima's requested waters, thank god.)

Harley only has eyes on Amelia during the song. So she doesn't even notice the continued lingered stares by the tentacled-singer who is still waiting his turn. He might have been wounded, but he still ogles her openly. Even more so when Harley returns Amelia's hug. There is a few wolf whistles at them, which get a little louder after Harley gives Amelia an equally passionate kiss.

She grins at the sight of the scandalous shots lined up at the table. It is nice to see how much the audience has appreciated her girl and her man.

Harley lets Amelia sit down, before giving her another kiss.

And then she moves over to Majima to give him another kiss.

With a smile at both of them, Harley goes back to the karaoke cue to line up another song. She doesn't even need to pay to get ahead in line, since that tentacled-singer signals her over to him. With a Cheshire Grin of her own, she takes the opportunity to cut in front of him. And puts up with his flirting, smiling back at him. Until he tries to touch her, and then he is down on the floor with a quick flurry of moves from Harley. And she just looks innocent... telling the others in the line that the man must have had too much to drink.

Finally, when it is her turn to sing, Harley performs a simple, straight-to-the-point melody that truly describes her current emotions state.

That first kiss at the side of the stage has Amelia over the moon. Wow. So that's the passion Harley's been talking about holding back. She gets it now. Give her a second to pick her jaw up off the floor while they make their way back to the table...

...just to drop it again at the sight of the shots and Majima's comment about them. Dreams, she may never drink again after all of this.

"I, ah, think I'll just have the water for now?" She can have another one after she's a little more in control - which certainly isn't after another kiss from Harley. Those are making her head spin (in the absolute best of ways) even more than the drinks are.

She settles back into her seat as Harley heads over to the bar to sign up for another song, watching her closely as she talks with the man who was heckling her. Her grip on her water glass tightens and she's about to growl when he touches Harley, when the other woman takes swift care of the situation herself. Amelia's eyes widen and then she grins around a bright laugh as she turns to Majima. "That's our girl," she notes, her pride showing through more than it normally would thanks to the liquor. "Bringing out the violence and sweet words all in a single breath." Looks like she got to 'bust heads' tonight anyway!

But that song... There's a lot going on there. Amelia looks over at Majima, grin still on her face, one eyebrow quirked in question, then leans over to whisper over the sounds of the club. "Am I reading into this too much, or should we be taking her home now? For more time with just us, I mean."

If Majima is rankled by the sight of Harley's harassment, he doesn't show it. Maybe because he knows she's perfectly capable of handling herself. He wouldn't have employed her as a bouncer if this wasn't the case.

He isn't about to let perfectly good alcohol go to waste -- regardless of the name or the overly-sweet contents -- and he shoots back one of the Blow Jobs, cleaning excess whipped cream from his upper lip with a swipe of his tongue. Relaxing back into his seat, he watches Harley's particularly soulful performance.

He leans sideways to better hear Amelia. "Huh? Oh, uh. Might be a good idea regardless. I'm thinkin' she can drink either of us mere fuckin' mortals under the table with that turbo-metabolism of hers."

Harley heads back to the table. She passes a waiter carrying some sample jello shots, and takes three of them back to her table. And sets two down on the table, while she slurps back the third.

"Mmmmm" She stretches out, sitting back on Majima's lap and just letting herself relax again. "Ya'know... this was a great idea."

There's no time to respond before Harley's returning to the table with more shots in hand. Yeah, they're going to be quite intoxicated by the time this is over, because Amelia's very curious about the jello shots.

"I agree. This is a lot more fun than I expected. The singing part is still terrifying, but I did enjoy it." She smiles at Harley and Majima as she picks up one of the shots. It's a little difficult to get the shot out of the cup, but she does eventually manage - and without losing too much of the drink!

"This is... strange. I've never had anything with this texture before." Lots of new things for the rogue tonight, it seems! At least the drinks part is delicious on the way down.

To be fair, jello shots are new to Majima, too. He gives his a skeptical look, but slurps it down with a grimace.

"Oi, oi. Not to be a fuckin' party pooper," he says, giving Harley's knee a couple of woozy swats for emphasis, "but I'm gonna be useless tomorrow if I keep goin' at this pace."

He's definitely feeling fully-saturated in the evening's alcohol, and he reaches for a glass of water to start flushing some of it from his system.

"We can call it a night." Harley will gladly finish up any shots that have not been drunk yet. Her metabolism will only feel the effects for seconds.

"You going to stay the night in my apartment again, Goro, or go back to your place?" Because really it is his choice.

And she doesn't need to ask Amelia where she is staying, because she has a good idea that it will be another sleep over night with the rogue. A perfect way to end the night. Being held by someone.

Aww she doesn't get asked if she wants to stay over tonight? That's not fair. Amelia pouts at Harley over her recently refilled glass of water (someone tip that server well!).

"Can I stay over too? It's not fair that you ask Majima but not me."

Oh little rogue. The decision isn't in your hands. Not after all the shots you've had tonight.

Majima weighs his options, swaying his head back and forth equivocally. This motion makes him realize just how wasted he is. Didn't help that he was drinking on an empty stomach.

"Let Amelia do the honors, if she wants. I'll be fine back in Sotenbori."

Harley forces a slight smile on her face. She feels like she disappointed Amelia by her assumption. And is a little concerned for Majima.

"I didn't ask you, because I assumed you would be staying, Amelia." She states softly. "You know you are always welcome at my place."

Oh no. Did she upset Harley? She didn't mean to, but that look on the other woman's face says she did. Amelia frowns and reaches her arms around Harley's waist to hug her tightly.

"I'm sorry," she says remorsefully. "I just didn't want to be left out of the invitations. I didn't know you were thinking I was coming over already. I mean, I know you said I can always come over but I didn't want to assume anything. That makes me an asshole... or... something. I forget the turn of phrase." Her frown deepens. Remembering things is surprisingly hard right now.

Hugging Harley again, she leans into the other woman as she turns to look at Majima. "You can come to, you know. Lots of space for both of us at Harley's apartment. And... water." More water is probably good for all of them right now.

"Sorry, ladies, but I gotta hit the ground runnin' tomorrow. Lots of catchin' up to do at the other club." Majima gives Harley a kiss by way of apology.

"Make sure poor Amelia-chan doesn't end up too miserable tomorrow, eh?"

Harley hugs him tightly before he leaves. She understands that his responsibilities are at the club. Just wishes for him to stay.

"Another rain check." She smiles.

"I got her." Harley moves to where Amelia is seated and lifts her up into her arms, bridal style. "We have done this before, haven't we Amelia? Where I carried you home to my bed?"

It's a good thing she's too intoxicated to be embarrassed about being picked up like this in the middle of a crowded club or Amelia would more red than she has been all night. Instead she grins up at Harley as she wraps her arms around the other woman's neck.

"Going to care me the whole way home, too?" she jokes. "I'm going to get very spoiled if you keep this up."

"Eh, it ain't as fun when yer drunk anyway. Whiskey dick an' all," Majima agrees at the mention of another rain check.

He follows the two women out of the bar, doing his best to hide the sway in his step. Once he's out the door, he hisses at the cold (ugh, Reynard), then immediately fumbles for a cigarette and lights up.

After savoring a long drag he says, "You gals stay outta trouble, alright?"

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