He’s shaking
as he’s closing the door, even though she is the one standing there without any
clothes on. It’s almost enough to make her feel bad. Almost.

“Are you
alright, dear?” She asks, inching closer, head cocked in concern, and almost
but not quite dropping the mocking tone to her voice.

“Yes,” he
answers, as quickly as his eyes dart up and down her naked form again. “Yes,
quite.” Then he uncorks the bottle of what he’d referred to as Courage and
takes a long swig.

Vex raises
he eyebrows at him and crosses her arms, careful to do it in a way that pushes
up her tits for some totally accidental cleavage.

“Do you
honestly need to be drunk for this?” Now her tone swings back to sardonic and
mocking. “I mean, by all means, do go on, this is only the second least
flattering thing that’s happened to me in the bedroom. But once you accidentally
call me by my brother’s name, I’ll have to throw you out.”

Making him
choke on it was indeed an excellent plan to get Percy to put down the bottle,
though it’s probably a shame about the undoubtedly fancy liquor he’s coughing
up. She graciously steps closer and slaps his back to help with the process
anyhow.

“Great,” he
manages to say between coughs, eyes transfixed on her collarbone for some
reason. “Now that’s something for me to worry
about.”

something I am totally not working on right now shut up