Yo so idk where this kiss meme is but angry, bitter, uncomfortable, pregnant Ruby Rousseau accidentally got in that line looking for the latrine.
Drunk. She’d probably been warned more than once to keep an eye on him when he was drunk to judge just what kind of a drunk it was. Liam Gale had two drunk modes: Roguish, Charming Lech, and Spiteful Prick.He swayed out of the narrow hall as she finally found herself to it. They bumped, but it wasn’t until she said his name that he even bothered to look down at her. He paused, letting his gaze sweep the entirety of her.Fucking redheads. He couldn’t throw a rock in this town without hitting a saucy little redhead.“Ruby,” he grunted. His eyes had strayed lower, to the fullness of her belly. “Fuck, how many s’that make? Nine? Ten?” He swayed again, and stepped into her.Though she lifted her hands in surprise, perhaps too startled by the unkind immediacy of him to lash out as she normally might, he wasn’t going to be stopped.His hand lifted up to grasp her by the chin as he leaned in and planted his lips against hers. The smell of whisky on his breath was strong enough to light a fire; perhaps one already burned inside of him. It wasn’t a kind kiss, though it was at odds with the way his other hand momentarily caressed over her stomach.He rocked back, barely catching himself against the opposite wall.“S’a good look for you, Red,” he slurred as he shifted to half walk, half slide toward the exit of the lavatory corridor. “Tell Daddy I said hey.”
