Drabbletag - Drunk
Title: Hops And Barley
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Drunk
Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Wonderland
Pairing: Anastasia/Lizard
Rating: G
Word count: 250
The Lizard girl has her uses. She has her ear to the ground, a good relationship with villagers and criminals alike. She’s friends with Will. All in all, it makes sense for Anastasia to reach out occasionally, offer Lizard a little face-time with the Red Queen, maybe even a pretty little bauble in exchange for certain information.
Anastasia doesn’t mean to start enjoying their visits.
But Lizard is sharp-witted and playful, and there’s a sweetness within her that Anastasia should exploit but instead she finds it insufferably charming.
They’re in a rundown pub, and everybody is pointedly ignoring them, Anastasia’s guards looming close. She’s already gleaned every bit of gossip Lizard has to offer, but she finds herself disinclined to leave.
“I only drink red wine,” she’d sniffed haughtily when the landlord had first tried to set a tankard of beer in front of her. “And of a significantly better quality than anything you serve here, darling.”
But watching Lizard attack her own beer with gusto had proved a little too tempting.
God, Anastasia had forgotten how good cheap ale could taste.
And now she’s drunk, and Lizard is pressed close against her, equally flushed and smiling. There’s foam across her top lip, shining in the lamplight, and Anastasia leans forward, licks it clean with a grin.
Lizard’s eyes are wide when Anastasia sits back, her gaze on Anastasia’s mouth.
“Perhaps there are other ways we could help each other,” Anastasia purrs, and Lizard’s eyelashes flutter, that pretty blush deepening.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Drunk
Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Wonderland
Pairing: Anastasia/Lizard
Rating: G
Word count: 250
The Lizard girl has her uses. She has her ear to the ground, a good relationship with villagers and criminals alike. She’s friends with Will. All in all, it makes sense for Anastasia to reach out occasionally, offer Lizard a little face-time with the Red Queen, maybe even a pretty little bauble in exchange for certain information.
Anastasia doesn’t mean to start enjoying their visits.
But Lizard is sharp-witted and playful, and there’s a sweetness within her that Anastasia should exploit but instead she finds it insufferably charming.
They’re in a rundown pub, and everybody is pointedly ignoring them, Anastasia’s guards looming close. She’s already gleaned every bit of gossip Lizard has to offer, but she finds herself disinclined to leave.
“I only drink red wine,” she’d sniffed haughtily when the landlord had first tried to set a tankard of beer in front of her. “And of a significantly better quality than anything you serve here, darling.”
But watching Lizard attack her own beer with gusto had proved a little too tempting.
God, Anastasia had forgotten how good cheap ale could taste.
And now she’s drunk, and Lizard is pressed close against her, equally flushed and smiling. There’s foam across her top lip, shining in the lamplight, and Anastasia leans forward, licks it clean with a grin.
Lizard’s eyes are wide when Anastasia sits back, her gaze on Anastasia’s mouth.
“Perhaps there are other ways we could help each other,” Anastasia purrs, and Lizard’s eyelashes flutter, that pretty blush deepening.