note: dA. "You'll Drink It ~Dirk Strider~"
It was the afternoon at the time when the female got home. She was tired, like she always was, and it showed.
But, that wasn't necesarily important at the moment.
What was important was the weird orange-tinted bottle that was sitting on the counter.
It had the word (or words, if you want to count it that way) NeuroSleep on it, which made the -h/c- haired female raise an eyebrow. Who had...?
"S'up," a familiar voice came from behind her.
"Dirk, what is... this?" the female inquire, turning around to stare at the blond's pointy shades.
"Something to help you sleep at night," was the smooth reply.
"Dirk, I don't take drugs."
"-surname-, I don't really care. You're having some trouble falling into dreamland, so this is gonna help you. And, medicine isn't an illegal drug."
"But it's still a drug. I don't like drugs."
"-surn-"
"People tell you when you're growing up to never take drugs, and here the same people tell you to takes drugs! Good for you or not, they, are, still, drugs." _____ huffs, crossing her arms.
"Fine, fine. You're still gonna drink it though."
"Nuh-uh."
Dirk raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and went off to his room.
~713M 5K1P~
It was around the time after _____, Dirk, and Dave had dinner. For some reason (or another) Dirk had let _____ chill at his and Dave's apartment until she found her own home. Which that information would have been more helpful at the beginning, but whatever.
_____ was lounging on the couch, the place she normally slept, staring up at the ceiling.
A familiar, unmistakeable figure loomed over her, making her let out a groan.
"Dirk, what do y- phwt?!" The female's eyes widened as Dirk forced his lips on her's, efectively slipping his tongue into her mouth.
Making some kind of liquid slip past _____'s lips.
She almost gagged, but swallowed, knowing Dirk wouldn't give up until she did.
With a smirk, said Strider leaned back, staring down at _____.
The female glared at him.
"Night, _____. See ya in the morning." Dirk waved, walking out of the room.
But, right as he was in the doorframe...
"That stuff tastes like orange shit."
"That's because it is."
"And has your saliva in it."
"Love you too, babe. Now go to sleep." Even though _____ couldn't see it, she knew Dirk was probably giving the most shit-eating, cocky smirk she could think of to whatever was in front of him.
"Whatever. Night, Dirk."
"G'night."
I actually wouldn't mind drinking that shit if he made me drink it like that...
Which, we all know won't happen.
Most likely.
