Secretive (Scaramouche x reader)

Drunken Touch

a bit of ¬‿¬ ahead

The night was young, but despite that fact, you were already drunk off your rocker with a few friends you had made after your first few rounds of drinks. Your boss had let you off early, mostly because he felt partially guilty for the work you had to do today.

Your mask kept the upper half of your face hidden while you enjoyed drinks freely, at this point, with such a mysterious yet alluring aura, you didn't need to by yourself anymore drinks, men and women alike around the bar had that under control.

"Fruity drinks aren't terrible.." you leaned onto your palm and listened to the chatter going on around you as you messed with your straw. The friends you had made were fellow Fatui that came to unwind at the tavern.

"I'm surprised we even got delayed, you'd think that cocky prick of a harbinger would keep things in check with how bossy he is." one grumbled as they swirled whiskey around in their glass, the ice making a satisfying noise against he glass.

You looked at him and snickered to yourself, continuing to play with your straw until someone spat out a drunken response. "He- had the lass fetch resources from treasure hoarders!" she huffed, interrupted briefly by hiccups.

The alcohol had dulled your memory enough for you to hardly remember the work you performed earlier in order to get your hands on extra supplies. You weren't particularly bothered by the slaughter, it was usually what your assignments were made up of.

Despite your assurance, Scara seemed guilty regardless.

"it could'a been worse." you hummed, your words having slurred slightly as you leaned your head on your arms and hiccupped. You shifted about in your seat, taking drinks as they were passed off to you, grinning and laughing with these Fatuus despite the bad-mouthing they were doing.

You were having a great night, the night got older until eventually the tavern door opened and in its wake was the man himself. He walked through the door, unfortunately, the door was angled behind the Fatuus.

You were barely aware of your surroundings, too drunk to pay much attention who was coming in and out of the bar. You only realized it was him when he spoke up, having stood quiet long enough to catch wind of the insults.

"Well, gentlemen, if you truly dislike him so much, why not take it up with your boss?"

His voice rang in your ears, a dopey grin painting your face while petrified grimaces enveloped the previously cheerful men you'd been drinking with. Scara didn't bother to threaten them further, those words seemed to be just enough.

His gaze then landed on you as you struggled to stand without the table as support, he sighed and offered you his hand. You would have taken it, but his hand didn't seem like a good enough offer to you..

You stumbled forward onto him, your face landing on his chest before looking up at him and grinning like a fool. "Are'you here t'take me home..~?" you cooed and stuck your tongue out at him. He looked at the Fatuus and sighed, his cheeks a tad pink as he held your lower back and pulled you up.

"Yes, you drunken fool." he sighed and shook his head, his expression remaining steely and cold, but it didn't bother you, smiling and falling backwards with a cheer, "yay~!" he gasped and held onto you to keep you from falling backwards onto the table.