Fast And The Furious (Heavy Editing)

Me?! Kidnapped?!

Normal POV

The following week felt like an endless talk-a-thon for Akira, who barely took a breath between conversations. 

Meanwhile, in the present, as the night deepened, Akira, found herself indulging in way too many drinks. Her giggles and wild, incoherent ramblings had the room in stitches.

"You know, Queenie, I once wrestled a panda... or wait, was it a dream? Either way, it was epic!" Akira, exclaimed, her face lit up with a tipsy grin.

Magdalene watched in amusement.

"Alright, panda-wrestler, take it easy. No black-and-white injuries tonight," Magdalene quipped, making Akira laugh even harder.

But gravity, combined with Akira's tequila-fueled wobbliness, eventually won and she hit the floor with a dramatic slump.

Magdalene sighed but didn't lose her patience. With considerable effort, she hauled Akira up and plopped her onto the couch, just then, the door creaked open, revealing Deckard.

His expression was a cocktail of annoyance and concern. "What the hell happened here?" 

Magdalene chuckled, waving him off. "Nothing serious. Our dear Akira had a little too much fun with the spirits tonight."

From the couch, Akira mumbled, "Spirits are great dancers. So elegant." Deckard pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. "And you just let her get like this?"

Magdalene shrugged. "She's a grown woman. Plus, she's the one who said she could handle it." "I'm the queen of chaos! Bow before me!" Akira suddenly declared, sitting up but then falls back.

Deckard shook his head, fighting a smirk. "Wow. I walked into a circus. Have fun with that." But Magdalene wasn't letting him off the hook. "Decks, take her to bed."

He looked at her incredulously. "Mom, seriously? I've been out all day dealing with mercenary nonsense."

Magdalene crossed her arms, not budging.

"Fine..." He huffed, reluctantly giving in. As much as he adored Akira, her drunk antics were the last thing he wanted to deal with. 

He crouched down and scooped her up with ease. "Alright, princess, let's get you to bed," he muttered, guiding her arms around his neck.

"Haha! Who are you, hic, handsome bastard? Lemme go!" She slurred, giggling uncontrollably. "Quiet, you little menace," Deckard shot back as he adjusted her weight in his arms.

"Wow, so strong! But you're a bad boy," she teased, poking his chest as they made their way to his room. "You're the most annoying drunk I've ever met," Deckard muttered under his breath.

Akira pouted dramatically. "Hey! Everyone says I'm the cutest drunk they've ever seen." He gently laid her on the bed and scoffed. "Sure, cutest drunkard, but now it's time to sleep."

She giggled, grabbing his hand and pulling him down to sit beside her. "Haha hic You're so handsome..." she murmured, her fingertips brushing against his cheeks.

Deckard froze, visibly surprised but quickly regained composure. He grabbed her shoulders gently, easing her back down. "Sleep," he commanded, his tone soft but firm.

Akira stared up at him, her gaze dreamy. As he tucked her in and turned off the lights, she reached out, snagging the collar of his shirt.

"So handsome..." she whispered, pulling him closer.

"Akira, you're drunk," Deckard said firmly, gripping her wrist.

She ignored his words entirely, her voice so soft. "So handsome, I wanna kiss you..." And before he could respond, she leaned up and kissed him.