Bleeding Demons: The Dark Bloods - Book III ✓

Extra: Smashed

A/N: This is from my now taken down Dark Bloods Trilogy one-shots book. Figured it'd be easier and better to upload it here. This was written (horribly, I might add) PURELY for fun. I wanted to get everyone drunk. Don't take it too seriously, but I do hope you enjoy it. 

Reyna opened the doors and the smell of liquor hit her. The sound of laughter followed. She recognized the hardy and overly joyous guffaws as Dante and Gahn's and groaned. Ever since Auronmar decided to manifest a bar, she knew it was going to be a bad idea. It had been Gahn's doing, somehow convincing Auronmar that it would help with training her and Dante.

Help train us into drunks.

For the past three nights, Gahn had dragged Dante to The Drunken Demon—haha—and the two would, well, drink. How they never had hangovers the next day baffled her, but she attributed it to their incredible stamina. Her own healing powers might help prevent morning hangovers too, but she never joined them in their drinking. The only time she entered the bar was to drag them home.

Which was what she was going to do right now.

She marched on the wooden floor, hoping to get their attention before reaching the circular table Gahn and Dante were seated around, but of course they didn't notice her. Reyna slammed her hand on the table, rattling bottles and glasses.

"Cutie!" Gahn smiled, his cheeks and nose a pink hue.

"Time to go," Reyna said.

"Why not join us instead, Reyna?" Dante asked.

She shook her head, not looking at him. She couldn't look at him. She soon learned when Dante got drunk, he—

Reyna felt rough fingers under her chin turn her head to face the brown-headed Berserker. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked. His voice was huskier than usual, each word accented with a mischievous tone. "Is that why you won't look at me?"

She bit her lips, avoided his gaze. Even though he had asked questions, they sounded like demands. "No," she said.

When his thumb brushed over her lower lip, her gaze rose to meet his.

He smiled as if pleased. "Is your hair pink?"

She furrowed her brows at such an odd question but answered it nonetheless. "No."

His smile turned into a smirk, thumb stroking her lip again and Reyna realized why he had asked what he did.

"I love your cute mouth. Your lips look so tantalizing when they pucker. I just want to shove my—"

"Cutie!" Gahn said, his torso crossing between them as he placed a shot of brown liquid before Reyna. "I got ya a drink! Now ya have to drink with us."

"Uh." Reyna pulled away from Dante's touch, but she glanced at him.

Despite the drunken haze in his green eyes, there was a sensual vigor in them as he stared at her. He grinned and Reyna had to sit down.

"I told you guys I'm not gonna drink," she said, pushing the shot glass away.

"But cuuuutiiieeee," Gahn whined and Reyna saw genuine sadness in his eyes. "We want your company."

"Yes, Reyna. I'd love your company," Dante added.

She sighed and looked at the liquor Gahn had served her. She knew why they drank. It was the ultimate escape to what was going on. And it's not like they were drinking till they were black out drunk. Reyna bit her lip again as she thought. She knew she was fishing for an excuse to take the shot because deep down inside, she knew she wanted to drink. To forget everything and just have fun with her friends.