#fizz fics

"Lila, I can literally see you sneaking!" Jaune laughs, trying to snatch away another straw that Lila keeps trying to dip into her glass. Aaron smiles from next to her with a playful shake of his head as he sips his own cocktail.

Lila likes this game; they used to try and take turns seeing how many straws they could sneak into each other's drink before they care enough to notice. Frankly, she's doing a pretty piss poor job of it.

The two of them laugh over whatever sports game is playing on the bar televisions. They're in their own little world of intoxicated stupidity. The bar is hot despite the crisp air that slips in when patrons leave and enter. Jaune swings an arm around Lila's shoulders and pulls her close to press an affectionate kiss to her cheek.

"Jauneee, not with Aaron here," Lila whines with little to no bite in it from her dying giggles.

"You know he doesn't give a fuck, babes," she reassures, pulling her closer to pepper more kisses on her cheeks. "You're literally the hottest lady in this bar, just want people to know it!"

Lila laughs again and leans her head against Jaune's shoulder. The second she feels Jaune press her cheek to her head, a straw is searching for a glass to find home in.