Fast And The Furious (Heavy Editing)

Me?! Kidnapped?!

Normal POV

Yuri spends the following week, just talking and talking and talking. The present day as the night wore on, Yuri indulged in one too many drinks.

Her giggles and incoherent ramblings fill the room with laughter.

"You know, Queenie, I once wrestled a panda... or was it a dream? Either way, it was hilarious!" Yuri, with a tipsy grin, exclaimed.

Magdalene watched over her like a caring guardian, trying to keep Yuri's tipsy antics in check.

"Easy there, Yuri. We wouldn't want any panda-wrestling injuries tonight," she teased, earning another round of giggles from the intoxicated Yuri.

Eventually, the alcohol took it's toll, and Yuri's legs gave way beneath her. She stumbled on the floor and slurred her words.

Magdalene, with considerable effort, guided Yuri to the sofa. Just as she managed to tuck Yuri into the sofa, the door creaked open, and Deckard entered the room.

"What the hell happened?" Deckard exasperated, his voice carried a mix of concern and annoyance.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just a little too much fun. Yuri here decided to dance with the spirits tonight." Magdalene chuckled.

Yuri, now comfortably nestled on the couch, mumbling, "Spirits are good dance partners, you know. Very graceful."

"And you let her get like this?" Deckard sighed, crossing his arms.
Magdalene shrugged, "She's a grown woman, Deckard. Not to say she's the one who challenged me."

"I'm the queen of chaos! Bow down, everyone!" Yuri cheered sitting up from her seat,

Deckard shook his head, a bemused smirk playing on his lips. "Well, it seems I walked into a circus. I'll leave you two to it."

Magdalene turned to her son with a firm gaze. "Decks, take her to bed," she instructed, and he looked at her in disbelief.

"Mom I---" Declared was unsure if he was up for the task after a long day as a freelance mercenary.

"Okay, fine..." He huffed, after a moment of reluctance. As much as he liked Yuri, he wasn't eager to deal with her drunk antics on top of the day's exhaustion.

"Come on princess, let's get you to bed," He said, his hands encircling her waist as he guided her hands to grab onto his neck for support.

"Hahaha. Who are you, hic. Lemme go, handsome bastard!" Yuri slurred, her laughter echoing through the house.

"Shut up!" Deckard retorted, a smirk playing on his lips as he hoisted her up in his arms.

"Hahaha, so strong! But you're a bad, bad boy," She giggled, her playful talk continuing as he carried her into his room, now temporarily hers.

As Deckard carried Yuri into the room, she continued her tipsy banter with a playful grin.

"Wow, handsome bastard, you're like my personal servant." She teased, swaying slightly in his arms. "Wow! I've never met as irritating drunkard as you." He chuckled.

Yuri pouted. Hey!! All of my friends say I'm the cutest drunk they've ever seen. He smirked, gently placing her on the bed, "Well, Miss cutest drunkard, it's time for you to get some rest."

She giggled, pulling him down to sit beside her. "Haha *hic* You're so handsome..." She whispered, her fingers delicately caressing his cheeks, leaving him visibly surprised.

Deckard reacted swiftly, grabbing her shoulder and gently pushing her onto the bed. "Sleep," He commanded, his tone firm yet caring.

Yuri kept staring at him as he tucked her into bed, covering her up with a blanket before turning the lights off.