just a little RECKLESS.

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HI AND THANKS FUR FURLLOWING, CUTIES!

I´M MEULIN, BUT YOU CAN CALL ME MAGE, IF MEW WANT!

The name’s Vriska, and I’m definitely not a cutie.

That Or

I Am Just As Terrible As Thought Of

Most Maryams Arent Tricksters So Yes Yes Thats A Thing Differing Me From Most~

Hopefully Good Things And Not So Dangerous Stuff Comes Out Of Your Session

And Please Do Otherwise Have Fun With Your Session Then

We’ll see I suppose!

// mcd4ddydr4gon continued from here. LAST ONE.

✕ Terezi ✕

You keep watching her mix the drinks for the other customers and you honestly don't mind her doing her job. You probably were keeping her from doing it anyways, and that wasn't your exact intention.

Not today.

You wonder if she had practiced these moves she uses for mixing the drinks in private, given how skillfull she seems to be, but you don't voice your question yet. Instead, you notice how the customers seem to watch you, some with smiles a la "Ah yes, that's so sweet", and you find yourself a little shy about being watched by so many people, even in your tipsy state of mind.

Once Vriska returns and talks about her manager, you turn towards him and give him a polite nod, at least as polite as was possible with your mishivous grin plastered to your visage. Then you turn back towards your friend.

"Goin' where? You live nearby here?? I have to take the bus and drive like ten minutes since the university I moved to two days ago is like ten minutes busdriving away. OH YEAH THAT REMINDS ME!"

You laugh again, closing your eyes for just a second, before looking at Vriska again.

"Some of your luck must've rubbed off on me! I only came here to England like two days ago. I'm from Ireland!"

You smirk, before you remember that your Strawberry Daiquiri still exists and wasn't finished yet. You grab it and begin to drink again, but always look and listen to what Vriska does.

She had your full attention.

You’ve done this plenty of times before. After visiting this bar for the first time and seeing the bartender handle the shaker to concoct the most delicious Blue Island Lagoon you had ever tasted, you knew this was something you had to learn. Practising at parties and the like had led you here.

Other customers are still watching, likely waiting for something more interesting to happen. It didn’t bother you particularly but you weren’t sure what they were expecting as far as “interesting” went.

So far the worst the manager has done is glare a little, but he nodded so you’re in the clear. For the moment.

“I live around 10 minutes away.”

You pick up another glass and start washing it absent-mindedly. 

“Oh man, good luck catching a bus at this hour. You’d have better luck walking.”

// mcd4ddydr4gon​ continued from here. Almost done with these!

✕ Terezi ✕

"Woah there Serket, you didn´t actually expect me to do what you say, did you?"

Your grin is possibly the most genuinly happy and affectinate Thing you´ve possibly ever done in your life before and when she returns your embrace it only grows stronger and does not fade at all.

Customers are possibly watching and you´re actually sure they do, you´re likely putting on a great show here, but you cared little.

She now laughs too and you find yourself watching a little too long maybe, finding great joy in her laugh. It seems so wonderful, but maybe that´s just your own self registering this situation far more positievly intense than it actually was.

You don´t care about that.

"I. I didn´t think you´d live here? Let alone the same city???"

You sound like you still can´t believe it and honestly, who could blame you in that regard? You just met your longtime Internet friend per mere coincidence. How weird was that??

Not only that but god damn was she a looker. You Had not expect her to be that pretty, now that you see her face in person, all memory from the old photo she sent ages ago came back. But this was so much more beautiful. Much more real. Many things got lost in photos. How her long and black hair frames her face for example, how it´s a little messy at the very top of her head, it´s shimmer, her nice lips.

And her eyes, damn. 

Your tipsy mind registers a just as pretty lady as before, but now, with all the emotion and affection and all the feelings that had been missing before, you see her in an entirely new light. Maybe your glasses got metaphorically tinted a little pinkish-red here.

"Well, I AM here! And you asshole already took the job you were talking about earlier! I suppose that´s your friend then??"

You point a little away, serving the customers with a skeptic and gradually less patient expression, but keep your eyes all the time on her.

Snorting at her remark, you do agree with her there. Since when did she ever listen to you? Well, she did but only when she wasn't aware of it.

Eventually you stop laughing, the customers were staring at you just as much as your manager but some of them had smiles on their faces. You were definitely keeping them entertained and they were sticking around for the show. More drinks, more profit.

You take another few orders, only half aware that Terezi is still staring at you but you try not to let that deter your mixing of the drinks. You had to prove to the manager that you deserved the job and embarrassing yourself over a beautiful girl was hardly going to help on that front.  

But soon enough, you're back before her and grinning once more. It's almost as if you were never nervous in the first place and hadn't spent the last fifteen minutes panicking like hell.

You smirk at her remark before nodding in your other friend's general direction.

"Yeah, that's him. He's probably pissed at me for talking to you so much but whatever, I'll probably be going soon anyway."

// mcd4ddydr4gon continued from here once more! Sorry everyone else, I’ll be with those responses soon!

✕ Terezi ✕

Oh no. OH NO. WOW NO. WOW, GOD, THAT WAS SO FUCKING EMBARASSING!

You can´t believe the situation right now. You´re sure you just fell asleep on the counter or whatever, this surely was a dream. You even shakily covered your own mouth with your hands in embarrassment and rub your face to reassure you you are really not sleeping.

The other customers in the bar look at you weirdly and it´s like in some stupid tv Show, but this is real.

You´re not sure how to react so you both just Kind of seem to stare awkwardly at each other for a few seconds, her eyes meeting yours, and you can feel your cheeks burn.

You literally just spilled all your anger about her at her in Person without knowing it was her.

Good fucking Lord, bless that you hadn´t said anything more embarrassing.

....Wait no, you had called her pretty. Shit. FucK. FUCK.

ALSO WHAT WAS SHE DOING HERE?

THIS WASN´T POSSIBLE UNLESS THAT WAS A HELLA COINCIDENCE.

Your feelings are incredibly mixed in this very moment, your heart thumping so hard you swear you could feel it in your throat. You don´t know what to say, if you should be mad or incredibly happy, if you should slap her for doing this to you (what exactly? She hasn´t harmed you) or if you should hug her.

Thinking about it probably both. Your tipsy thoughts found that to be an amazing idea, but you restrained yourself.

Finally, the happy feelings well up all at once in you, an incredibly dumb and happy grin rising to your face before you get up from your chair and reach over the counter, reaching out to her and suddenly wrapping your arms around her, pulling her similarly over the counter as you are draped over it and just. Hugging her.

Of course you would scold her later on, but right now your slightly drunk mind couldn´t think, let alone PROCESS an idea of that.

"Oh my god, I can´t....believe this is real! it´s really you, yes? You´re not fucking with me right??"

You sound genuinely happy, even if maybe talking a Little unclear due to your slightly intoxicated state but definitely genuinly positively surprised. You really hope it´s okay for her that you hug her but you just couldn´t help yourself.

"I would´ve never imagined....to meet you ´n persn,..."

Your voice trails off and then you let go of her again Hands still on her shoulders as you laugh into her face, not even caring if anyone was looking.

"You fucking smug asshole Spider!"

You've got both hands pressed tight against the counter, knuckles white as if just letting go would leave you in a crumpled mess on the floor.

Terezi looks to be in a state if disbelief and you can't say you blame her, you're having a hard time grasping this as well. Your friend on the other side is still looking at you weirdly but decides his time is better spent serving the customers.

She had called you pretty but to be honest, that was probably something you'd tease her about when the two of you weren't both blushing nervous wrecks.

You're not sure what you're expecting but she's getting up and oh god, she's reaching out for you. What is this? She's got her arms wrapped around you and it takes you a moment to realise this is a hug, your arms still stiffening up in her embrace.

Eventually you remember the reasonable thing to do would be to return the hug so you finally lift you hands away from the counter, wrapping them around her before squeezing her tightly.

"I can't believe you're actually here, I thought I told you not to come into my bar!"

You're grinning now, everything just seems so surreal.

"Same..."

// mcd4ddydr4gon​ continued from here.

✕ Terezi ✕

"Oh."

That legit was the only thing that escaped your pinkish lips when she actually admitted that she was going to say your Name. It leaves you a Little off-guard, but of course you actually had expected her to admit, you had known she would.

A wide grin overtakes your face, one of both insecurity of why she knew your Name and because you had been right, once again.

Another strike caused by the sharp mind of Terezi Pyrope!

"Wait, how do you, know my Name, hmmm? Are you a creepy Stalker or something that I have not been seei-

... Wait."

Your finger had rosen ahead to Point at the barmaid who obviously was uncomfortable as all hell about being caught red-handed, but by now a very unlikely suspicion crosses your tipsy mind and you lower the finger only a Little an very slowly.

She liked the eight. And had black hair much like you remembered to have your friend´s hair from that selfie so Long ago. She was a fucking barmaid . She worked in a bar .

JUST LIKE VRISKA HAD TOLD YOU SHE WAS GOING TO DO.

AND SHE KNEW YOUR NAME.

You still don´t believe yourself thinking about it, also because you, in your tipsyness quickly become sort of distracted by your grocery back falling off of the Counter and onto the floor wetly.

Fuck, the Pizza had become wet.

How much time had passed??

You look outside, it had stopped to to rain, and instead, the moon and the stars are shining above you.

You look back at the startled Lady who had served you.

You swallow nervousely, your face taking in a nice shade of red as you try a shot in the dark with an assumption.

"... Vriska ?"

Abort abort abort f8cking A8ORT.

How could you let that one slip??? It wouldn't have even been that hard to cover the minor slip up, but oh man, how you had messed this one up.

But then she's still grinning and you're all the more confused for it. She likely had something weird in mind as per usual, yet her positive attitude wasn't something you had expected so quickly.

Of course she's had it all wrong when she assumes you've been stalking her- oh. Never mind that. She's got it. You're in for it now, Vriska.

She raises a finger to point at you before lowering her hand, blushing a beautiful shade of red in the next instant.

The two of you were likely drawing the attention of many a customer, which didn't help things in the least. And as the night drew on, the bar only got busier.

You're not sure what to say, was there anything to say?

Thankfully, her bag falls to the floor with a wet sounding flop, breaking the silence that had settled between the two of you. Farewell potential pizza.

You meet her eyes when she says your name and it's all you can do not to bolt and run. With the tiniest of nods, you gulp down your fears and face reality.

"........ Took you long enough, nerd."

// mcd4ddydr4gon, continued from here.

✕ Terezi ✕

“It´s an alright number.”

You giggle a little, winking at her again, before giving her a glance and following her gaze when she seemed to glare at another corner in the room. A man a little further away seemed to look pretty shocked at first and shut his mouth before he could say anything and yougot a little suspicious.

Your eyes go back to the nervous barmaid and you squint at her tipsily.

“Te- what? Hey, what were you going to say??”

You sound a little suspicious, your expression looking like it could be from your rp character, the Neophyte herself, as if you were on the taild of a case.

The barmaid washes her hands longer than necessary and you feel slightly agitated, as if you´re being tricked. It may as well just be the alcohol, but you felt like the barmaid had a bone to pick with you, or the other way around. She knew you liked red things apparently, and had been about to call you something that started with your first name`s first letters, before catching herself midword, and then she just avoided you for the moment of being? Something wasn´t right here, your tipsy mind was certain!

“Tell me, miss blueberry muffin! I`m onto your case!”

You soon exhaust the task of running cool water between your fingers, biting your lip as you keep your gaze lowered for a moment longer.

She'd gone into interrogation mode it would seem and you really don't want to answer that question. It would be so easy to just say "Terezi." and leave it at that.

But the aftermath would be terrible. How would either of you deal with meeting the other after everything that had just happened? You couldn't imagine.

Not to mention, Terezi was tipsy. You didn't want to take advantage of anything but- oh my does just thinking of that make you blush.

You're able to find your voice soon enough and decide you'll pretend you were going to say "sorry, terrible service."

"I was going to say Terezi."

Oh NO.