Leni couldn’t help but grin back at Arael, she was adorable. Bringing up the bottle to her mouth as she asked the question, she nearly choked on the burning liquid. ”Uh, no,” she sputtered. ”I mean, what… what do you mean?”
“I don’t know.” she shook her head flustered, concerned about her reaction. “What do I know….” she eyed her frowning. She’d only heard him talk about her never seen them together, and she didn’t know much about such relationships either, the one she’d had she had forgotten, and it was one that was very different from the one she currently had.
She grinned, “Used to. When I was younger. Before I realized how harsh the world is.” Leni stared into the dark liquid, mostly gone now. ”Preach it, sister. Plans are the worst,” she reached over and clinked her glass against Arael’s.
“Didn’t we all?” she said with a faint smile. “Sister?” she giggled though frowned when she helf her glass up to her, though she’d leaned that from Samael long ago and clinked her glass with hers. “And you and Theliel? No… plans?” she didn’t understand the concept of marriage that much, but still didn’t really think Theliel to be one for marriage.
“Ha, no. He loves you more than anything.” It was obvious. Even if he ‘couldn’t love’ or whatever it was that he said—he’d always make an exception for Arael. Leni shrugged, “I don’t know. Some people have divine plans for themselves and they only ever happen two percent of the time.”
“Yes….” she nodded. She wasn’t awfully happy about that, though. “Do you have any plan like that?” she asked her curiously before drinking from her bottle once more. “I don’t like plans… expectations usually mean disappointment, so I avoid them.”
“I’m doing an awful job of it, aren’t I?” she laughed shakily, downing more of the drink than one would normally recommend in one sitting all at once. “He doesn’t know, does he, how much he means to some people?” She didn’t finish that thought, she could go on forever. Changing the subject to as far away from this as he could, “So. My turn. What do you want to do with your life?”
“No not at all, much better than I.” she shook her head. “No he doesn’t.” she smiled glad somebody else noticed, maybe it was on purpose, so he didn’t worry so much, but she could never truly understand Theliel. “My life? Uh… I’m happy where I am. What would I want to do with it?”
Her smile went away, fingers grazing the top of the bottle. ”I.. hope so.” She frowned, this was a question she’d hoped to avoid. It was inevitable, the end, they always were. ”He’s stupid sometimes, Arael, you know that. I’ve tried to convince him not to, maybe even prolonged his wait to do it, but,” she took a huge drink from the bottle. ”I don’t think it’s possible to stop him. No matter how much I want to.”
“Well… I’m sure you are probably doing it right now.” she nodded giving her a smile. It was how it was, they all died one way or another, and she knew he would die doing something very stupid. But she knew Leni was why he hadn’t done it yet, why he wouldn’t do it until she was no more. Watching Leni she nodded doing the same as her.
“You drink when you answer the question.” Leni laughed, “Okay, okay, I’ll have to ask him some time, then. Now you ask me a question.”
“Oh.” she nodded quickly taking a big swig from the bottle barely noticing the burning sensation in her throat as she focused on thinking of a question. “My brother, you make him happy, do you think you could stop him from his… carrying out his… plan?”
“Okay…” Leni swished her bottle around, thinking carefully. ”How about something easy to begin with? And screw the yes or no answers, that was a stupid idea. Alright, when are you going to marry Cooper?”
“Okay but when do I drink then?” she chuckled a little. “I don’t know… shouldn’t he be the one to know things like that?” It was like that one time she thought a windmill was a caslte, she felt the same confusion.
“No, no, no, honey, you ask me the question. And I ask you.” Leni laughed shakily, opening her bottle already and taking a drink. This would start out rough.
“Oh….” she nodded. Of course she’d mess up with her around, she always did something wrong with important people around. “How about you start… I don’t know much about games like this.”
A mischievous grin spread across her face, “Trust me, you want it too, you just don’t know you want it.” Pulling out a second bottle, she handed it to Arael. ”So, ask a question, yes or no only. If it’s yes, you drink. If it’s no, you drink. But before you do, you specify whether it’s yes or no, obviously.”
“But if I ask a question… why would I- why would I ask if I know the answer?” she looked confused at her, though took the bottle.
Leni moved into the room and sat down on the nearest flat surface, which ended up being a bed. She pulled her bag off of her arm, setting it down beside her. She could hear the whoosh of the alcohol as she jostled it. ”I think that you haven’t properly met a person until you’ve had a few good, hard drinks with them.” Swiping her hand into the opening of the bag, she pulled out the curvy glass bottle with a smile.
Drinks could mean anything… “If that’s what you want….” She certainly didn’t have anything against it, an it would surely be impolite to refuse. Sitting down on the bed with her, crowwing her legs to sit indian style.