LoveBite [2]

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Pacing back and forth on the ledge of a roof Albany, LoveBite sighs as she crosses her arms.

"You forget that you can't stick to things." SpiderMan points with his fist on his hip and she smiles under her mask. "You're not always balanced, don't fall off."

"I've been balanced my whole life." She spins around on her toes with her hands pulled together behind her. "I'm a ballerina, Baby." She shrugs with one shoulder.

"You're a non-sticky being that's fallen off of a roof before." He steps up onto the ledge in front of her and places his hands on her hips.

"I was blasted off the building actually." She lays her arms over his shoulders and he smiles a bit.

"Promise me, you won't fall again." He says softly as she gently pulls him into a hug.

"I promise." She rubs his shoulder and back. "I have no reason to fall anymore."

He closes his eyes and pulls her tighter into his front to keep her close.

"And, literally, there's nobody blasting at me --" She nods jokingly as he grins a bit.

That is, until a shuffle comes from an alley only a few feet away from them. She lets go of him to look behind her and he moves around her so they can look over the edge of the roof, where a man makes his way out of an alley, tripping over his own feet.

This draws a lot of attention to him, especially when he has to grab onto a pole to keep himself steady.

"Hmm." Bite hums in distaste.

"That's public intoxication." Spider mumbles.

"That's a felony, right?" She turns to him with furrowed brows.

"Not a felony, but definitely an issue." He nods sideways and she turns back while humming in understanding. "Well, I don't see any cop so we might as well just --" He shrugs before he's swinging off the building as she smiles and is quick to follow.

They land on their feet behind the man and Spider nicely lures him into the closest alley to get out of people's way. And, he's happy to come along with a hero, not realizing that he is the issue here. Bite notices the eyes on them and she puts her hand up to urge them to continue on with their day and they quickly do as silently told.

"Hello, Sir." She speaks kindly to the man as he leans against a building and Spider steps back with his arms crossed. "Can I ask your name?"

"I'm Tyler." He nods while swallowing, trying to get a grip of himself, though that's not happening any time soon.

"Alright, Tyler, I'm getting a strong scent of weed and a bit of alcohol. You know anything about that?" She nods and he shakes his head with furrowed brows. "No? Are you sure?" She tilts her head, speaking as though he's a child to keep a friendly tone in case he happens to be a violent drunk. "You haven't been drinking today? Maybe had a little bit of that smelly good stuff?" She waves her fingers and Spider grins a bit.

"No." He slurs while shaking his head, adjusting his unsteady feet. "No."

"How much have you had to drink?" She nods upwards while folding her hands in front of her and he slowly shrugs.

"None. I --" He starts before exhaling and then shaking his head with wide eyes. "Maybe one."

"One?" She puts up her finger.

"Two." He rubs the back of his head.

"Okay, where're you coming from? Were you at a friends house, your girlfriends?" She asks as Spider whistles out to the two police officers walking down the sidewalk with their coffee.