deercountry | ( CLOSED ) ARE YOU MINE?

[ eyeing the bottle that he so rudely drank from, wanda considers using a glass. she reaches for the bottle, feeling the condensation on the glass cool her fingers.

she smiles at him before she's throwing back her head and that bottle and drinking just a small but noticeable fraction of the liquor. when she pulls back. she scrunches up her face, but wanda clears her throat and gently places that bottle back down. ]

That was not bad.

[ ignore the slight squeak to her voice. ]

Yeah, you look like you really enjoyed that.

( amos rolls his eyes because he can hear your voice, wanda and he can see just how much you had to drink. )

You know you don't win if you don't drink enough to really feel it, right?

[ regarding him with a put-upon exasperated look, wanda rolls her eyes, magicks that bottle into her awaiting palm (she's allowed her own theatrics), and takes a deeper swig. this time, she's ready for it. although she does squint her eyes, she's a quick learner and adapts to its taste.

when a good quarter of it's gone, she places that bottle delicately on the bar like it's a tea cup and smiles at him. ]

I feel very fine.

[ and tipsy. ]

Oh my god.

( he's going to have to carry her home. he shakes his head and reaches for the bottle, pouring the bourbon into two shot glasses and knocking both of them back in quick succession. )

How are you feeling? Lungs on fire?

[ she shakes her head. her lungs definitely feel hot, but one of the benefits of being her is that she can magic that away—and she does. he doesn't need to know that. ]

Are yours?

[ she rests her elbow against the bar and her chin squarely in the palm of her hand. ]

Can you breathe fire yet?

I've been drinking a lot longer than you have, Wanda.

( he scoffs and pushes the bottle back to her, raising an eyebrow to see if she was going to have another drink or if she was going to tap out. )

I'm fine. You, on the other hand, look like you might tip over.

[ no tapping out here.

without hesitation, she picks up the bottle and downs more of it. pulling it away with a small sigh, she shakes her head and places it back down onto the countertop. this is definitely the most she's drunk in a while. even when she takes to her red wine at night, it's never been this much. ]

I'm not going to tip over. [ she feigns being affronted. ] You better get ready to pucker up.

[ before he can reach for the bottle again, she's swiping it and swigging. ]

You really want that kiss, don't you?

( amos honestly thinks she's going to back out of getting that kiss on the cheek because why would she want that? )

You're a lightweight. A cute one but still a lightweight.

[ she gasps loudly, her eyes widening almost comically. she looks at him and laughs. it's easy to do; she's a little tipsy already, so the alcohol is already at its masterful work. ]

You think I'm cute.

[ she smiles and bites her lip, and reaches for that bottle again with no indication he should take it.

tilting her chin up haughtily, she stares him down. ] How cute?

How cute?

( how old are you, wanda? )

Cute enough. I hang around you, don't I?

[ OLD ENOUGH TO BE CONSIDERED CUTE BY YOU. ]

Do you only hang around cute people?

[ by the looks of it, he's never getting this bottle back. she tips it towards her but doesn't drink just yet. ]

What is your criteria? Tell me. I'm curious.

[ and then she drinks. ]

You want me to tell you the criteria I have for finding people cute?

( amos eyes her and then laughs. )

I'm not gonna do that.

Why not?

[ she chuckles, smiling toothily at him. it's the expected response from him. so cagey—maybe he should have some more liquor before she drinks the bar dry? ]

Are you afraid I will meet all of it?

No, I just don't think I need to make a list.

( she's cute and she knows he thinks that. )

Why do you want to know?

[ wanda makes a show of mulling over his question. knowing amos, this may be the only opportunity she has to pry into his mind and, well... get some ammo. while space interests her, so does his so-called criteria of what he likes about people.

she taps her finger against her chin before resting it in her open palm. she smiles at him. ]

What do you find cute about me?

I find it cute that you're so manipulative and cunning.

( he might be willing to share some things but he's not going to make it easy. he peers over at her and smirks. )

I find that attractive.

[ "manipulative and cunning" isn't how she thinks she's ever been described. it's always doe-eyed and young and "kid". always fucking "kid".

if wanda looks like she's been taken by surprise, she has been. she smiles, but it's not an obnoxious and arrogant smile. it's the type of smile one wears when they're hit with something they hadn't anticipated. ]

You don't find people who are sweet and shy attractive?

[ unsurprising, really. ]

I do. I just...don't tend to find them attractive in the way that means I want them.

( amos shrugs. )

Not really my type, you know. I'm not sweet and shy so I wouldn't want to subject anyone else to me.

[ wanda thinks to tell him that opposites do attract. they complement each other better than like with like. but she imagines that, even if amos is receptive to it, now isn't the time to tell him that.

besides, she can make her point in a completely different way.

she lifts her hand and gestures for the bartender to fetch them another set of drinks. ]

You wouldn't want to subject someone who is sweet and shy to you? Or everyone, including the not to sweet and not so shy?

Most people who are sweet and shy don't want to be around me, really.

( he shrugs. )

Not really the type to baby them and make them feel at home.

( CLOSED ) ARE YOU MINE?

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