Rowan + Lucia // drinking in the name of science
Who: Rowan and Lucia
When: the 29th? idk
Where: Rowan's office
Rating & Warnings: PG, I guess? idk
Rowan loved it when his wine stores were low enough to justify buying new wine. The medicine that required wine worked best when mixed with newly opened wine, of course, but the best part was that he could now justify experimenting with what was left of the previous collection.
"I don't think it made much of a difference in taste." He stared at the glass in front of him, willing it to do ...something more interesting than be a glass of wine with some medical herbs. "Or any other action."
Lucia was glad to be included in this part of experimenting. She wasn't a heavy drinker by any means, only usually drinking socially, but at the suggestion of experimenting with medicine and wine, she leapt on it. All in the name of science!
She took a sip of her own concoction, a thoughtful expression on her face. No, there wasn't much difference in it either. "That's why we need to experiment more!" Pause. "Mint could make a difference?" Maybe. If they put enough in. Would it taste any good, though?
"Mint." He wrinkled his nose at the thought of mint and red wine. Perhaps one of the white ones with less taste. "Try the bottle of white near the end. It would be disgusting with red."
For his next ... "I think I'll try red next, with vanilla. One day, I will find a wine that works with vanilla."
It was a fool's goal, but it was an innocent one.
She wrinkled her nose in turn. "It'd have to be a really sweet or bitter wine for vanilla."
Grabbing a bottle of white whine, she poured some and added a couple leaves of mint. Taking a sip, she pursed her lips. It wasn't good... but it wasn't bad? Maybe... with cider or fruit juice too? Would that be any good? why don't cocktails exist yet "I'd drink it again." She shrugged and knocked back the rest of the wine in one shot because she was SMART.
"Could you even taste any of that? Savor, Lucia. Don't chug." He tried his, and gagged outright. "Bad idea. Worse than with white." Bleeeh. Next, please. "Do you want to gulp this down for me?"
He put it down on the counter regardless of her answer and considered his next option thoughtfully.
"I wonder. Willow bark tea boiled in red. One moment." The fire was already roaring in his fireplace, so he took the kettle off and poured the rest of that bottle of red wine into it, and then some of his spare powdered willow bark.
"Ten minutes before that is done, I think."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "I did!" The first sip and the first two seconds of the rest of it, at least. She regretted taking the rest of it so fast, though. Laughing at Rowan's face when he gagged, she shook her head. "No, not if it made you make that face. You should take it in one shot, I say." Pushing for super awesome good decisions since ten minutes ago!
She wrinkled her nose. That sounded gross, but then, she'd never been fond of willow bark tea. "That is going to be gross, Rowan, and you know it."
Hmm... what should she do? She poured some red wine and added some licorice. Good idea... or bad idea... Maybe she should let some of the earlier wine sit for a bit. Yes.
"If I took it in one gulp, than that entire concoction would be in my stomach. Which would then make me sick. All over my table, in fact,
and possibly over you. But if you do not mind that..." He raised his eyebrows at her in a dare. "Willow is normally combined with brandy. Wine cannot be much different."
What while he was waiting? Nothing was smartest or else it would be gone very fast, but he still planned. "That white on the corner is very dry. It is very good with powdered ginger."
Bitch she will TAKE THAT DARE. "Is your stomach made of weakness? Take it like a SCIENTIST." She tsked, shaking her head like it was the biggest disappointment in her life. "And I would totally dodge like the perfect dodger I am." She grinned cheekily at him.
She made a face. "Suit yourself. Your tongue is weird." Nice words coming from someone whose tastes could be off-kilter.
She took a sip of her wine and licorice and nodded to herself. Not too bad. Maybe white wine would be better since the red wine and licorice were both strong enough to stand against each other instead of... blend. This was something she would savor more. "Ooh yes," she agreed with Rowan. "That does sound like it'd go together." They were probably going to get drunk by the end of the night at this rate...
"My stomach is one that is intelligent, and thus refuses to do something as self destructive as drink that again." Dare not taken, Lucia. Better a shot to his ego than a shot to his stomach and something he would no doubt regret.
"It made a good pairing, and with the benefits of ginger. Even my brother liked it, and he fussier than a newborn child." Drunk was fine, so long as their experiments didn't stray into the poisons.
Also, the poisons were all locked away and he had hidden the key from himself to find in the morning.
Waiting was so dull. He willed the wine to boil faster with his mind.
She scoffed. "What won't kill will only make it stronger!" In theory. Always in theory, but that was what scientists did! Tested theories.
"So kind about your siblings!" Though, was it that Rowan had a million siblings or a million nieces and nephews? Or was it both? No, no, wait, there were only four kids in Rowan's family while there were five in hers. Lucia made a face, wishing there wasn't that fifth one in her family. Ugh.
She looked down at her one-third finished cup of wine and licorice and took a longer drink from it than necessary. Ugh ugh ugh. No thinking about stupid brothers.
He was not going to test that theory with his own stomach. Lucia could test it on her own if that was what she wanted to know.
Rowan took a long sip of water from the glass in front of him and smirked. "He is a big boy, in theory. He can take it. Although,he cannot take it as well as my sisters. He is our delicate flower." Imagine flowers and hearts and tildes around the delicate flower because Rowan tried so hard to reflect it in his voice. "Or as well as any of my nieces and nephews, and that includes his own children."
"Pfffff." She snickered. "Hard to imagine someone more of a flower than you, tree boy."
She drained the rest of her wine and could feel her cheeks getting a little warm. Water was probably best right now, and she managed to pour herself without any mishaps, but... another glass of wine and it probably wouldn't be the case. She nursed her cup of water, sipping it lightly. "We should add fruits or fruit juices next time," she said thoughtfully. PROTO COCKTAILS
He raised his glass of water to her in acknowledge of that fact. "My family did not value typical manliness very highly. A sensitive heart is required for storytelling, which is his excuse. I am, as it turns out, pretty when I am quiet, which will no doubt be my selling point if this Hour thing disappears0 on me."
Perhaps he was more drunk than he thought, after he paused to consider what he just said. Oh well!
clearly they should screw the hour and open a pub "Fruit would be tasty. Even if wine is already fruit. What is good with grapes?" Cherries. Cherries were good.
"As long as you're secure in your masculinity, I guess~" Sip, sip, sip. She laughed, almost not managing to swallow the water in time. "What do you mean 'as it turns out'? You already think you're a pretty." And she didn't even bother addressing the Golden Hour comment. They were going to be part of the Hour FOR LIFE. Or, well, unless the Citadel decided they really were batshit insane and decided to burn them down as heretics.
Clearly! And they will be the very best because they are SCIENTISTS. "Raspberries!" But then Lucia thought raspberries were good with almost everything. "Strawberries?" Actually, that sounded really delicious. Why couldn't they do it now? She pouted.
She was such a happy drunk. She was a happy sober, it would be weird if she was a somber drunk, he thought. Huh. "Yes, but that would be my selling asset. Healings and poisons and plants, what. Standing there pretty, have ...use. Worth. Or something."
His tea should be done. He stood up and nearly fell over, but managed to get to his fireplace and stove without falling over. Getting the kettle off the fire proved a challenge, but he overcame it! As a result, he now had...tea too hot to drink. Sigh.
"Raspberries are good. Apples? Cider might be a good mix."
"Pffffffff." She actually spat out some water that time and almost fell over in her her seat. "What. Are you saying if you didn't have the Hour, you'd become a whore?" She tried to imagine Rowan as one but couldn't. He would turn away 75 percent of his customers because they were too stupid. She shook her head.
"Whoa, be careful!" Not that she made a move to help him.
Ooooh. "Ooooh," she echoed her thoughts. "Cider would be AWESOME. That sounds so DELICIOUS." Her water was done, so obviously it was time for MORE WINE. She fetched that white wine Rowan talked about however long ago (it was only a few minutes, but shhh) without too much mishap. Pouring the wine was another issue entirely, though. She missed her glass for a second. "Oops! Sorry," she whispered sheepishly. More carefully, she poured the wine before gingerly adding some ginger (hee hee).
"What. I would make a fantastic whore." He sniffed in faux annoyance at her. Sure, he'd be picky, but he'd be good enough to charge enough to make up for that. Plus, there was that whole pretty thing.
He scowled at her fail...and them promptly spilled some himself. "Damn cups, why are you so small," he muttered, moving so the cup was over the spill. Out of sight, out of mind.
This smelled delicious, though. It'd be great once it was cool enough to drink.
"Notes for next time. Bring fruit and juice and larger cups. Bowls. We can drink out of bowls."
She laughed, shaking her head. "You would turn away any customers you get! Don't even."
Seeing that scowl, she laughed when he made the same mistake she did. "No way you can mock me now. The cups are way too small. It's true!" But maybe it was a good thing they were so small, so they couldn't drink as much.... maybe... or maybe more was better???
"Bowls?" Hmm... "Bowls would make it a lot easier!" Was that a good idea?? It probably was a good idea, right?? "Yes. let's do bowls next time!!" THE WORST IDEA.
"I would not." Now she was getting the Imperial Glare, which would probably work better when he wasn't flushed and slightly off-kilter despite his best efforts. "Most is not any, and there would be enough." He would get enough and survive and what was he even talking about now. He shook his head to clear his mind and went back to focusing on pouring his tea into the cup.
"Bowls are brilliant. We will do that next time." the best idea! He placed the kettle onto his table and studied the glass of ... tea. Yes, it was tea, which meant it couldn't be a bad idea to drink it. When it was a bit cooler. "Too late now. Bowls are too far away."
His glare only served to make her laugh. Again. She was laughing an awful lot, wasn't she. She couldn't help it anymore. All she could do was giggle. "Okay, so you're pretty. But how good are you? Hmm? Would it really be enough?"
The tang of the ginger and the white wine did go well together. Maybe Rowan did have more good ideas than she gave him credit for... "Are we getting lazy now?" More giggling. And more drinking.
"I am fantastic, thank you. It would so be enough." His tea was probably cool enough to drink now. Rowan blew on the top anyways, and then took a sip. It was also fantastic, and he gave himself another point. Experiments in wine produced enough viable results that he could justify this not-really-wasteful use of medicine resources when he wanted new ones already. "Fantastic like this tea. I think it would be even better cold."
He sniffed at her. So giggly. So easily amused. Typical. "I am the one that will be cleaning up all of this. In the morning, of course, but I care enough now."
"Really? Can you prove it?" She raised her eyebrows in a challenge that she obviously thought he wouldn't take. "Cold tea?" She wrinkled her nose. "Now, that sounds nasty. If you're as good as cold tea, you'll be de-- desti--- poor." Ugh, what was that word she was tripping over again? Maybe she needed more wa-- "Desitute!" Yes, that was the word.
"Hey, hey, I can help you clean up! I am helping you make a mess, too..."
He finished the rest of it, then tossed the cup back onto the table. It rolled off and landed on the ground, but didn't break. Luckily; he wouldn't wanted to look forward to avoiding that tomorrow morning as he shuffled through that area. "Sure." He will take this dare. Well, mostly he will take the chance to all but flop onto his office couch because it had looked inviting for quite a while and she gave him the opportunity. Whatever she did next was secondary to the fact he was laying down and this was comfortable.
"More wine that tea, dear. Wine is perfectly fine room temperature."
She watched the cup hit the table with a small thunk and roll off to hit the ground with a bigger thunk. "Way to--"
What? Did he really just say what she thought he said? She gaped at him, took another gulp of wine, and looked down at the wine that was left. She had no reservations about sex, but with her friends was a slightly different issue. Maybe... maybe he was just upping the ante and being mocking like usual. That was most likely.
Lucia narrowed her eyes and finished off the rest of her wine and set it on the table before rising. She settled down at the end of the couch farthest away from Rowan. "Whatever, dearheart. Wine can only be room temperature. It's not like it's winter." It did taste so much better in winter, though. "And perfectly fine isn't good enough." So there!
"That makes it normal and not poverty-stricken. Perfectly fine happens to be perfectly fine, thank you." All of his perfectly fine wine was on the table still. Rowan frowned; clearly, he did not think this couch thing through. Oh well. He pushed his feet forward until they were behind Lucia's back and being very warm and toasty. If she didn't move, this would be the perfect place to sleep.
Alas, she did move. Sighing, she flopped over, her head on the opposite arm of the couch as Rowan's. This really was a comfy couch... and it was probably if she slept off all that alcohol instead of stumbling down the hallways back to her own room.
She stifled a small yawn, the giggly drunk giving way to sleepy drunk. "Perfectly fine whore isn't as good as fabulous whore, though." She wriggled to get into a more comfortable position. "Don't you dare try to kick me off," she muttered, not sounding threatening at all.
He had most definitely been playing, though, she thought now that she ways laying down. She didn't even know why she thought he had been for real at all. Whatever. "Goodnight, darling."
He grumbled and moved his feet until they were warm again. "Stop moving." No blankets, but it was a warm enough night they were probably good without them, and it was not worth the walk trying to get to where he left them. If he wanted that, then he could just go to his bed.
"That is perfectly fine wine and I am a fabulous whore." He yawned and nearly rolled over, before remembering his feet had to stay where they were. "Night, love."
When: the 29th? idk
Where: Rowan's office
Rating & Warnings: PG, I guess? idk
Rowan loved it when his wine stores were low enough to justify buying new wine. The medicine that required wine worked best when mixed with newly opened wine, of course, but the best part was that he could now justify experimenting with what was left of the previous collection.
"I don't think it made much of a difference in taste." He stared at the glass in front of him, willing it to do ...something more interesting than be a glass of wine with some medical herbs. "Or any other action."
Lucia was glad to be included in this part of experimenting. She wasn't a heavy drinker by any means, only usually drinking socially, but at the suggestion of experimenting with medicine and wine, she leapt on it. All in the name of science!
She took a sip of her own concoction, a thoughtful expression on her face. No, there wasn't much difference in it either. "That's why we need to experiment more!" Pause. "Mint could make a difference?" Maybe. If they put enough in. Would it taste any good, though?
"Mint." He wrinkled his nose at the thought of mint and red wine. Perhaps one of the white ones with less taste. "Try the bottle of white near the end. It would be disgusting with red."
For his next ... "I think I'll try red next, with vanilla. One day, I will find a wine that works with vanilla."
It was a fool's goal, but it was an innocent one.
She wrinkled her nose in turn. "It'd have to be a really sweet or bitter wine for vanilla."
Grabbing a bottle of white whine, she poured some and added a couple leaves of mint. Taking a sip, she pursed her lips. It wasn't good... but it wasn't bad? Maybe... with cider or fruit juice too? Would that be any good? why don't cocktails exist yet "I'd drink it again." She shrugged and knocked back the rest of the wine in one shot because she was SMART.
"Could you even taste any of that? Savor, Lucia. Don't chug." He tried his, and gagged outright. "Bad idea. Worse than with white." Bleeeh. Next, please. "Do you want to gulp this down for me?"
He put it down on the counter regardless of her answer and considered his next option thoughtfully.
"I wonder. Willow bark tea boiled in red. One moment." The fire was already roaring in his fireplace, so he took the kettle off and poured the rest of that bottle of red wine into it, and then some of his spare powdered willow bark.
"Ten minutes before that is done, I think."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "I did!" The first sip and the first two seconds of the rest of it, at least. She regretted taking the rest of it so fast, though. Laughing at Rowan's face when he gagged, she shook her head. "No, not if it made you make that face. You should take it in one shot, I say." Pushing for super awesome good decisions since ten minutes ago!
She wrinkled her nose. That sounded gross, but then, she'd never been fond of willow bark tea. "That is going to be gross, Rowan, and you know it."
Hmm... what should she do? She poured some red wine and added some licorice. Good idea... or bad idea... Maybe she should let some of the earlier wine sit for a bit. Yes.
"If I took it in one gulp, than that entire concoction would be in my stomach. Which would then make me sick. All over my table, in fact,
and possibly over you. But if you do not mind that..." He raised his eyebrows at her in a dare. "Willow is normally combined with brandy. Wine cannot be much different."
What while he was waiting? Nothing was smartest or else it would be gone very fast, but he still planned. "That white on the corner is very dry. It is very good with powdered ginger."
Bitch she will TAKE THAT DARE. "Is your stomach made of weakness? Take it like a SCIENTIST." She tsked, shaking her head like it was the biggest disappointment in her life. "And I would totally dodge like the perfect dodger I am." She grinned cheekily at him.
She made a face. "Suit yourself. Your tongue is weird." Nice words coming from someone whose tastes could be off-kilter.
She took a sip of her wine and licorice and nodded to herself. Not too bad. Maybe white wine would be better since the red wine and licorice were both strong enough to stand against each other instead of... blend. This was something she would savor more. "Ooh yes," she agreed with Rowan. "That does sound like it'd go together." They were probably going to get drunk by the end of the night at this rate...
"My stomach is one that is intelligent, and thus refuses to do something as self destructive as drink that again." Dare not taken, Lucia. Better a shot to his ego than a shot to his stomach and something he would no doubt regret.
"It made a good pairing, and with the benefits of ginger. Even my brother liked it, and he fussier than a newborn child." Drunk was fine, so long as their experiments didn't stray into the poisons.
Also, the poisons were all locked away and he had hidden the key from himself to find in the morning.
Waiting was so dull. He willed the wine to boil faster with his mind.
She scoffed. "What won't kill will only make it stronger!" In theory. Always in theory, but that was what scientists did! Tested theories.
"So kind about your siblings!" Though, was it that Rowan had a million siblings or a million nieces and nephews? Or was it both? No, no, wait, there were only four kids in Rowan's family while there were five in hers. Lucia made a face, wishing there wasn't that fifth one in her family. Ugh.
She looked down at her one-third finished cup of wine and licorice and took a longer drink from it than necessary. Ugh ugh ugh. No thinking about stupid brothers.
He was not going to test that theory with his own stomach. Lucia could test it on her own if that was what she wanted to know.
Rowan took a long sip of water from the glass in front of him and smirked. "He is a big boy, in theory. He can take it. Although,he cannot take it as well as my sisters. He is our delicate flower." Imagine flowers and hearts and tildes around the delicate flower because Rowan tried so hard to reflect it in his voice. "Or as well as any of my nieces and nephews, and that includes his own children."
"Pfffff." She snickered. "Hard to imagine someone more of a flower than you, tree boy."
She drained the rest of her wine and could feel her cheeks getting a little warm. Water was probably best right now, and she managed to pour herself without any mishaps, but... another glass of wine and it probably wouldn't be the case. She nursed her cup of water, sipping it lightly. "We should add fruits or fruit juices next time," she said thoughtfully. PROTO COCKTAILS
He raised his glass of water to her in acknowledge of that fact. "My family did not value typical manliness very highly. A sensitive heart is required for storytelling, which is his excuse. I am, as it turns out, pretty when I am quiet, which will no doubt be my selling point if this Hour thing disappears0 on me."
Perhaps he was more drunk than he thought, after he paused to consider what he just said. Oh well!
clearly they should screw the hour and open a pub "Fruit would be tasty. Even if wine is already fruit. What is good with grapes?" Cherries. Cherries were good.
"As long as you're secure in your masculinity, I guess~" Sip, sip, sip. She laughed, almost not managing to swallow the water in time. "What do you mean 'as it turns out'? You already think you're a pretty." And she didn't even bother addressing the Golden Hour comment. They were going to be part of the Hour FOR LIFE. Or, well, unless the Citadel decided they really were batshit insane and decided to burn them down as heretics.
Clearly! And they will be the very best because they are SCIENTISTS. "Raspberries!" But then Lucia thought raspberries were good with almost everything. "Strawberries?" Actually, that sounded really delicious. Why couldn't they do it now? She pouted.
She was such a happy drunk. She was a happy sober, it would be weird if she was a somber drunk, he thought. Huh. "Yes, but that would be my selling asset. Healings and poisons and plants, what. Standing there pretty, have ...use. Worth. Or something."
His tea should be done. He stood up and nearly fell over, but managed to get to his fireplace and stove without falling over. Getting the kettle off the fire proved a challenge, but he overcame it! As a result, he now had...tea too hot to drink. Sigh.
"Raspberries are good. Apples? Cider might be a good mix."
"Pffffffff." She actually spat out some water that time and almost fell over in her her seat. "What. Are you saying if you didn't have the Hour, you'd become a whore?" She tried to imagine Rowan as one but couldn't. He would turn away 75 percent of his customers because they were too stupid. She shook her head.
"Whoa, be careful!" Not that she made a move to help him.
Ooooh. "Ooooh," she echoed her thoughts. "Cider would be AWESOME. That sounds so DELICIOUS." Her water was done, so obviously it was time for MORE WINE. She fetched that white wine Rowan talked about however long ago (it was only a few minutes, but shhh) without too much mishap. Pouring the wine was another issue entirely, though. She missed her glass for a second. "Oops! Sorry," she whispered sheepishly. More carefully, she poured the wine before gingerly adding some ginger (hee hee).
"What. I would make a fantastic whore." He sniffed in faux annoyance at her. Sure, he'd be picky, but he'd be good enough to charge enough to make up for that. Plus, there was that whole pretty thing.
He scowled at her fail...and them promptly spilled some himself. "Damn cups, why are you so small," he muttered, moving so the cup was over the spill. Out of sight, out of mind.
This smelled delicious, though. It'd be great once it was cool enough to drink.
"Notes for next time. Bring fruit and juice and larger cups. Bowls. We can drink out of bowls."
She laughed, shaking her head. "You would turn away any customers you get! Don't even."
Seeing that scowl, she laughed when he made the same mistake she did. "No way you can mock me now. The cups are way too small. It's true!" But maybe it was a good thing they were so small, so they couldn't drink as much.... maybe... or maybe more was better???
"Bowls?" Hmm... "Bowls would make it a lot easier!" Was that a good idea?? It probably was a good idea, right?? "Yes. let's do bowls next time!!" THE WORST IDEA.
"I would not." Now she was getting the Imperial Glare, which would probably work better when he wasn't flushed and slightly off-kilter despite his best efforts. "Most is not any, and there would be enough." He would get enough and survive and what was he even talking about now. He shook his head to clear his mind and went back to focusing on pouring his tea into the cup.
"Bowls are brilliant. We will do that next time." the best idea! He placed the kettle onto his table and studied the glass of ... tea. Yes, it was tea, which meant it couldn't be a bad idea to drink it. When it was a bit cooler. "Too late now. Bowls are too far away."
His glare only served to make her laugh. Again. She was laughing an awful lot, wasn't she. She couldn't help it anymore. All she could do was giggle. "Okay, so you're pretty. But how good are you? Hmm? Would it really be enough?"
The tang of the ginger and the white wine did go well together. Maybe Rowan did have more good ideas than she gave him credit for... "Are we getting lazy now?" More giggling. And more drinking.
"I am fantastic, thank you. It would so be enough." His tea was probably cool enough to drink now. Rowan blew on the top anyways, and then took a sip. It was also fantastic, and he gave himself another point. Experiments in wine produced enough viable results that he could justify this not-really-wasteful use of medicine resources when he wanted new ones already. "Fantastic like this tea. I think it would be even better cold."
He sniffed at her. So giggly. So easily amused. Typical. "I am the one that will be cleaning up all of this. In the morning, of course, but I care enough now."
"Really? Can you prove it?" She raised her eyebrows in a challenge that she obviously thought he wouldn't take. "Cold tea?" She wrinkled her nose. "Now, that sounds nasty. If you're as good as cold tea, you'll be de-- desti--- poor." Ugh, what was that word she was tripping over again? Maybe she needed more wa-- "Desitute!" Yes, that was the word.
"Hey, hey, I can help you clean up! I am helping you make a mess, too..."
He finished the rest of it, then tossed the cup back onto the table. It rolled off and landed on the ground, but didn't break. Luckily; he wouldn't wanted to look forward to avoiding that tomorrow morning as he shuffled through that area. "Sure." He will take this dare. Well, mostly he will take the chance to all but flop onto his office couch because it had looked inviting for quite a while and she gave him the opportunity. Whatever she did next was secondary to the fact he was laying down and this was comfortable.
"More wine that tea, dear. Wine is perfectly fine room temperature."
She watched the cup hit the table with a small thunk and roll off to hit the ground with a bigger thunk. "Way to--"
What? Did he really just say what she thought he said? She gaped at him, took another gulp of wine, and looked down at the wine that was left. She had no reservations about sex, but with her friends was a slightly different issue. Maybe... maybe he was just upping the ante and being mocking like usual. That was most likely.
Lucia narrowed her eyes and finished off the rest of her wine and set it on the table before rising. She settled down at the end of the couch farthest away from Rowan. "Whatever, dearheart. Wine can only be room temperature. It's not like it's winter." It did taste so much better in winter, though. "And perfectly fine isn't good enough." So there!
"That makes it normal and not poverty-stricken. Perfectly fine happens to be perfectly fine, thank you." All of his perfectly fine wine was on the table still. Rowan frowned; clearly, he did not think this couch thing through. Oh well. He pushed his feet forward until they were behind Lucia's back and being very warm and toasty. If she didn't move, this would be the perfect place to sleep.
Alas, she did move. Sighing, she flopped over, her head on the opposite arm of the couch as Rowan's. This really was a comfy couch... and it was probably if she slept off all that alcohol instead of stumbling down the hallways back to her own room.
She stifled a small yawn, the giggly drunk giving way to sleepy drunk. "Perfectly fine whore isn't as good as fabulous whore, though." She wriggled to get into a more comfortable position. "Don't you dare try to kick me off," she muttered, not sounding threatening at all.
He had most definitely been playing, though, she thought now that she ways laying down. She didn't even know why she thought he had been for real at all. Whatever. "Goodnight, darling."
He grumbled and moved his feet until they were warm again. "Stop moving." No blankets, but it was a warm enough night they were probably good without them, and it was not worth the walk trying to get to where he left them. If he wanted that, then he could just go to his bed.
"That is perfectly fine wine and I am a fabulous whore." He yawned and nearly rolled over, before remembering his feet had to stay where they were. "Night, love."