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// Booty Booty Booty Call 
// Story: S.M.I.L.E. Agent Aria Blaze 
// by Hopeful_Ink_Hoof 
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Aria Blaze laid on the couch, dressed in a pair of boxers and a tank top.  The remotes rested on her stomach as she stared at the TV screen, half-staring at the menu as she waited for the others to join her.  The sound of popcorn being made filled the air, as did the aroma.

Adagio appeared beside the couch, looming there in one of her satin robes.  She tossed down a notebook, having it land right on Aria's face.

"Fuck is this?" Aria asked as she grabbed the offending object from her face.

"It's what you asked for," Adagio replied, moving toward her chair.  "Everything I could remember about what could possibly affect mental-influence spells."  She let out a huff.  "Don't expect much, though.  It has been over a thousand years since I had to actually remember any of that crap."  One shoulder lifted in a shrug.  "For all I know, some of it may not even be accurate.  I may have forgotten, or remembered wrong, or this could all be pointless since we're in a different world dealing with a different species."

Aria's eyes narrowed as she looked between the notebook and Adagio.

This was too easy.

"You're just giving this to me?" Aria asked.  "No strings attached?"

Adagio looked at her a moment, then threw her head back and started laughing.

And laughing.

And laughing.

"Oh, Aria," she finally said as the laughter ended.  "Don't be stupid.  Of course I'm not."  Her eyes narrowed as she leaned forward.

"The way I see it, this is me doing you a favor."  There was a dramatic sigh.  "Admittedly, not a very big favor, but a favor nonetheless."  A smirk spread across her mouth as her raspberry eyes narrowed further.  "Which means you owe me one.  At some point in the future, I'm going to ask you to do something for me, and you'll have to do it."  The smirk grew wider.  "Even if it's something you absolutely hate."

"Of course," Aria sighed, flopping back down.  That was more in line with the Adagio Dazzle that Aria Blaze knew and did not smother in her sleep.  Adagio was probably going to wait until Aria had forgotten about the whole thing, then ask her to do some stupid little thing that Adagio could easily do herself, but is feeling too lazy.  Then when Aria tells her to do it herself, that is when Adagio will remind her about the favor.

Why did she continue to put up with this shit again?

"It's done!" Sonata Dusk announced.  She rushed into the living room, dressed in her plush cat pajama suit.  A wide grin was on her face as she held a bowl of popcorn up above her head.

"Behold!  Olive oil and garlic salt popcorn!"

"Great!" Aria snapped.  "Now sit down so we can start the stupid movie already."

Sonata sat down.

As it turned out, Aria's declaration was truer than she intended: the movie was stupid.  Monumentally so.  It was like someone watched some internet reviews of bad religious films, read articles on a bunch of summer camp horror movies, got black-out drunk, and tried to write a movie combining the worst cliches from both genres.

Around the time one of the guys who worked for the church (in this case,the equivalent of a counselor) was conspiring with one of the campers to go get beer, so they could get two of the girl campers drunk and have sex with them, there was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," Aria declared, jumping up.  "Don't bother pausing the movie."

While she was grateful for the excuse to get away and save a few of her brain cells, there was also a bit of curiosity behind it.  Although a few more knew their address, they still were not giving it out to the public if they could help it, and no one had come to see them since Velvet recruited her.  Plus, it was nearly midnight.  Not exactly a time for people to casually drop by.

There was another knock as Aria reached the door.  As soon as she twisted the knob, the door was pushed open.

Kerfuffle stumbled forward, falling against Aria with a thump.  Her arms wrapped around Aria, one hand grabbing a butt cheek and giving a squeeze.  Kerfuffle looked up with glassy purple eyes, a red tinge across her nose and cheeks.

"Hey," she said, breath reeking of alcohol.  She brought one hand up, pressing it against Aria's chest and stroking down.  "Surprised to see me?"

"You're drunk," Aria blurted out.

"Yeah," Kerfuffle said, rolling out her eyes.  "That's what happens when you go drinking."  She then burst into giggles, ending in a snort.

"Everything okay?" Sonata called from the couch.

"Fine," Aria snapped.  Although, that was not entirely true.  There was a completely drunk girl leaning against and groping her.  Still, there was nothing that either Adagio or Sonata could do to really help.

Turning her attention back to Kerfuffle, Aria took a hold of the hand on her chest and pulled it away.

"What are you doing here?"

"Remember how you asked me to come sleep with you?" Kerfuffle asked.  She released her grip on Aria's butt, tracing her fingers along the waistband of the boxers.  "Well, I was hoping that the offer was still open.  And I could take you up on it."  She then tried to wink, but the eye stayed closed, the other joining it as she let out a massive yawn.

A raspy groan escaped Aria as she rolled her eyes.

Great.  Just great.  As much as Aria liked the idea of having sex with Kerfuffle, this was definitely not the way she wanted to do it.  Sure, she did not mind having a few drinks, but that was normally together.  Plus, it was just a few, enough to get a buzz and relax.  Not stumbling, cannot even stand up, will not remember shit in the morning blackout drunk, which is what she believed Kerfuffle to be at this point.

She should kick Kerfuffle out.  Tell the girl to go home and sleep it off.  Maybe they could discuss it another day when she was clearly not so drunk.

Except, some part of Aria pointed out, kicking out Kerfuffle in her current state would be a bad idea.  The girl was so drunk that she could not even stand up, let alone walk.  For all Aria knew, she would walk end up passing out in the hallway.  If she was able to leave, then who knows what sort of dangers she would run into.  The girl could get robbed, raped, killed, or all three.  Assuming she did not stumble into traffic, or fall and crack her head open, or something.

Which meant that the best thing to do would be to let Kerfuffle stay here for the night.

"Come on," Aria said.  "Let's--"

That was as far as she got before a cheer from Kerfuffle interrupted her.  The drunk girl grabbed a hold of her fluffy vest and pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor.  She then grabbed the bottom of her lavender shirt and pulled up, exposing her belly as she took it off.

Just as she was catching sight of the bra, Aria reached out and grabbed Kerfuffle's hands, pulling them back down.

"Let's get you to bed," she continued, "so you can sleep it off."

Kerfuffle looked up at Aria, then started to tear up.

"Don't you want me anymore?" she whimpered.

"YES I STILL WANT YOU!" Aria yelled.  "BUT I'M NOT GOING TO FUCK YOU WHEN YOU'RE TOO DRUNK TO REMEMBER IT!!"

The two stood there, Kerfuffle staring wide-eyed at Aria, who was glaring at her.  The rest of the world seemed to have gone silent as the words echoed between them.

"...Oh..." Kerfuffle finally said, sounding pretty sober about it.  She took a step back.  "I'm... I'm sorry.  I just... I was..."  A small sniffle escaped her as she turned around.  "I should go."

As Kerfuffle got ready to leave, Aria felt a pang of guilt, which pissed her off.  Guilt was a stupid, worthless feeling, which she hated, and served no purpose whatsoever.  Especially when there was no reason for her to, even by stupid human standards.  She should not feel bad for not having sex with a drunk girl, and had already decided to let Kerfuffle stay the night.

"No," Aria stated, reaching out to grab Kerfuffle's shoulder.  "You're going to stay here and get some sleep."

Kerfuffle turned to look at her, eyes still red and tear-filled.

"But--"

"Stop," Aria ordered.  "Whatever you're going to stay, just stop.  It's late, you're drunk, and this neighborhood isn't safe."  She stepped closer, looming over Kerfuffle, and narrowed her eyes.  "You are staying here tonight, sleep off your drunken state, and then, when we find out how much you remember in the morning, we'll go from there."  She leaned in until they were nearly nose to nose.  "Understood?"

Kerfuffle gave a slow nod.

Then vomited all over Aria's front.  Warm, liquid wetness spread down her chest and stomach, and dripped down her feet.  The smell of alcohol and stomach acid burned her nostrils and the back of her throat.

"Oh good heavens," Kerfuffle said as she wiped at her mouth. "I'm so, so sorry.  I didn't know that was going to happen.  I promise I'll make it up to you."

Aria glared at the girl, but she looked so sad, pathetic, and pitiful that Aria just could not get good and angry at the drunken girl.  She just felt bad for Kerfuffle.

It suddenly had Aria wondering: how did this become her life?

"Okay," Aria growled between clenched teeth.  "Change of plans.  First a shower, then bed."

Over the years, Aria Blaze had read stories and watched video of people taking baths and showers together.  They were normally romantic, or sexy.  Many times, the bath or shower was foreplay, leading to sex.  Usually in the shower stall or bath tub.  One would start washing another, lathering up, teasing intimate places, one thing would lead to another, and then they would be going at it.  Aria never had the opportunity to try it herself, but it did sound like would be fun.

The reality of it was nowhere near as fun.

For starters, there was the fact that the other person was drunk, and had already puked on her.  If there had been any sort of romantic or sexual mood to begin with, that would have killed it.  More so with how foul it smelled.  Undressing was easy enough.  Kerfuffle was more than willing to help with that, revealing a bra that was nearly the same color of her skin, and a pair of panties with the words "what's new" followed by a picture of a kitten on the front.

It also led to an odd question.  One Aria never imagined she would have asked.

"What about the leg?"

"It'll be fine," Kerfuffle answered.  "It may be a temporary until I finish my new leg, but it's fully waterproof."

Then there was the shower itself.  Being a bath tub with a shower head, there was plenty of room for both of them to fit.  Unfortunately, the shower head could not cover the entire length of the tub, especially with someone standing in the way.  So they had to take turns, alternating between standing under the water, while the other waited near the back for their turn.

Although, Aria did not get the opportunity to just enjoy being under the water.  Instead, she had to make sure that Kerfuffle did not fall, as well as help her actually get properly washed.

At least when she got sick again, Aria was able to simply wash it down the drain.

By the time they had finished, Kerfuffle had sobered up enough to dry and dress herself.  They borrowed a pair of Sonata's underwear, her being closer to Kerfuffle's size, then tossed a too large shirt over it.  Once that was done, Aria just had to lead her to the bed and she laid down.

"Stay with me?" Kerfuffle asked, holding out a hand.  "Please?  I really don't want to be alone."

Aria looked down at her.  It was hard to believe that this was the same annoyingly perky and friendly girl that she had not too long ago.  Something had really shaken her.  Probably whatever she saw when they had been at that house, and she had been hit by the fear spell.

"Fine," Aria huffed.  Moving around the bed, she climbed onto the other side, putting Kerfuffle closer to the door in case of a bathroom emergency.

As soon as Aria laid down, Kerfuffle moved to press against her.  One arm wrapped around her waist, pulling close.  Aria could feel the warmth against her side.  Kerfuffle slipped her head under Aria's arm, making it wrap around her as she pressed against Aria's chest.  Kerfuffle's eyes closed as she nuzzled against the other girl.

Kerfuffle fell asleep almost instantly.

Aria spent the better part of an hour staring at the ceiling.