Drunken Date

Callie devoured a chicken wing with one hand before using her other hand to down a mug of ale, Helena awkwardly picking at her food. When she was invited out to dinner, she hadn’t expected for Callie to be so… enthusiastic. After downing her ale, the taller woman said, “Pah, that’s good stuff! C’mon Helena, have as much as you want, my treat!”

“It’s okay, I prefer not to drink,” Helena replied.

Callie sighed in disappointment. “You’re so uptight, I was hoping a few drinks would loosen you up. But it looks like I’ll need to find a different way of getting you to relax.”

The night continued, with Callie downing an intimidating amount of **** while Helena watched, the taller woman taking breaks from her drinking to complain about her superiors in the town guard. “They insist of leaving so much security work to mercenaries, because they’re worried higher casualty rates will dampen recruitment efforts. But they’re too cheap to pay what the market demands, so unless you deal with it or a rookie is **** enough to try it it goes undone. Imagine how nasty that slime could’ve gotten if it’d gotten a couple more weeks to grow and to hunt? Would’ve been a lot more trouble than a few coins is worth on a cheap bounty,” Callie complained.

Helena, hardly able to get a word in edgewise, simply nodded along.

The evening continued, with Callie finally too full to eat anymore, and so drunk that the bartender asked Helena to walk Callie home.

Helena didn’t know the guard’s address and Callie herself was too drunk to say, but fortunately the bartender was able to give directions. THis seemed to be a frequent problem for Callie, and she hadn’t had anyone to carry her back lately after her fellow guards stopped drinking with her.

After walking a couple blocks with Callie slumped over her shoulder, Helena arrived at Callie’s humble abode. A search through the woman’s pockets was all it took to find her keys, and Helena was able to let Callie into her house. “Please try to get some rest, I hope you have a good night Callie,” Helena said.

She turned to leave, but a pair of hands landed firmly on her shoulders. “C’mon Hel, I can rest after you tire me out a bit in bed~”

“I uh,” Helena had not expected an invitation like this. “It wouldn’t be right for me to take advantage of you while you’re drunk, try asking again when you’re sober farewell,” she blurted, slipping out of Callie’s grip and making a run for it. Her cheeks were bright red, and her mind was racing. Was that just the ramblings of a drunk woman, or was Callie interested in bedding her? Helena was so busy with work she hadn’t considered the possibility of being… intimate with someone else.

Given the regularity of cleaning slimes out of the sewers, and similar issues, she was likely going to run into Callie again. If this came up again at their next meeting then maybe…

As she contemplated what she would do in that situation, Helena made her way back to her own home.

GOOD END