At that, Varna stood shakily and pulled her away from the poor man.
She stamped her small foot.
"Did you see him? He was looking at me! And /then/ he tried to grope my..." Her voice went small. "Breasts."
Varna sighed. "He was trying to show you he didn't want to hurt you."
She huffed and looked over her shoulder at her new enemy, who was pulling his coat on quickly and heading for the door. The crowd in the bar had left a huge space around the two of them.
Brigida looked up at her boyfriend. "Why is everyone afraid of me?"
He massaged his forehead. "Because you stab people with rusty nails."
She frowned and pulled at the hem of her dress, worrying again that it was too short. "Only because..."
"I know why, but they don't. You can't go up to every single guy who looks at you and tell him you're going to stab his eye out."
"I don't want to be stared at hungrily like a big filet of steak."
"I promise, most of the guys who look at you are not staring. But can you blame them? Your hair is bright orange and you're beautiful."
She blushed and broke eye contact.
He smiled at her and then steadied himself on the wall as the alcohol invaded his brain and took over.
Brigida wrapped her arms around his waist, not noticing, and rested her head on his chest.
"You're not helping." He groaned, trying hard to keep himself upright.
Maybe he shouldn't have had that last drink.
She didn't move.
"I want to go home," He heard her whisper. "This place is scary. I don't want to come here anymore."
"Why didn't you say that earlier, when I wasn't wasted?"
She looked up at him sadly, widening her eyes. "Please."
He sighed slowly, and pried her off of him.
She grabbed his hand and kept her other on her dress hem as they stumbled through the door together. "I don't want you to drive."
He laughed. "Neither do I."
She shivered. "Can we hurry?"
"I don't think that's an option."
They started down the sidewalk slowly, stopping occasionally for Varna to gain his footing, and Brigida growled viciously at every male they passed.
Finally, after Brigida's throat hurt and Varna was leaning on her shoulder, they reached the hospital.
They sneaked back into the psych ward and down to Brigida's room. He flopped onto the bed and let out a long moan.
She stood by the door uncomfortably. "Are you... like, staying?"
He snored in response.
She bit her lip and hurriedly stepped out of her dress and into her pajama pants and sweatshirt.
She poked his arm.
He didn't move.
"Varna." She hissed.
He didn't move.
She growled quietly.
He didn't move. She finally picked up his arm and positioned herself under it, pulling the blankets over both of them and turning out the light. She smiled and relaxed as his arm tightened around her securely.
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