Better than Monkeys

Who: Amy and Reiz
When: evening
Where: a bench

"The thing about monkeys is," Amy said around her hot chocolate. "They aren't as nice as they seem on TV. Everyone's like 'Oh! Monkeys! So cute!' Monkeys are mean." She may or may not have been a little tipsy (not her normal Sunday evening activity, but she was attempting to show solidarity), if she was, well, what could she do about it at this point? "You are tall," she told Reiz and leaned against him with the top of her head so she could still drink her hot chocolate, coffee made her stomach hurt. "That is a nice thing, I thought you should know, nicer than monkeys."

"Oh." Reiz cocked his head to the side, looking down at his can of beer for a moment. He wasn't really sure what to say. He'd never met a monkey. He'd seen monkeys at the zoo, though. They weren't very exciting, they sort of just... sat there.

"Um. Thank you. I think. Um. ...monkeys are okay, I guess."

Amy smiled indulgently at him, "You're very welcome." Her tongue felt fuzzy, she tried to rest the other side of her head on Reiz, but that didn't work because he was sitting on the right side of her. Silly Amy, she thought to herself and giggled. He can only be at one side at a time. She corrected herself before she conked over on the bench and rested her head on his shoulder again. "You're very welcome," she told him again and squinted down at the half full beer can beside her and the empty hot chocolate cup. "Beer is not like soda I think. Monkeys might be okay, but you are better than a monkey, also you are taller."

Scratching the back of his head in a bit of... confusion, really, Reiz watched Amy curiously. She was acting... um. ...Strange. He took a drink from the can, before nodding. He didn't really have much soda. Smith was more of a beer guy, so that's what he drank. Beer and water.

"Oh. Um. What... do you like better than monkeys?"

"Um," Amy had set down her can of beer somewhere and was braiding one of the little ropey thingies on his hoodie into her hair so he couldn't escape. "I like mouseys and I like peanuts butter and I like those little things and the eyes from national geographic and also I think your tail is a very nice thing. And I like my shoes."

Her hair and the ropey thing kept coming unbraided at the end so she had to keep braiding it all over again. She frowned a little before coming to a brilliant idea. "Hold this please," she asked Reiz politely holding the braid out to him.

"Um. Okay." Reiz held the braid gently in between his index finger and thumb, looking kinda blankly down at the floor with a beer in his other hand.

"Thank you Reiz," she gushed. "Now you cannot leave, because if you leave it will hurt. I feel funny, but you feel nice," she cuddled into his side. "Do you like me Reiz? Do you think I am a nice Amy?"

"Um. Yeah." Though.. not Reiz was kinda scared of leaving. He didn't want her to feel bad. Or feel hurt. That wouldn't be any good... "I. Uh. ..won't leave?" He offered, maybe... kinda pathetically.

"That is nice," Amy relocated her beer and took another sip before setting it back down again forcefully. "Pst, hey, Reiz," she whispered at length from her place snuggled into his side.

"Um... yes?" Reiz cocked his head at her curiously.

"Pst hey! I have a secret," she whispered at him, even cupping her hand around her mouth for added dramatic effect.

"Oh. ...Um. ..." Reiz leaned his ear in closer to her cupped hand, if she had a secret, she probably didn't want to say it out loud, right?

"I think I have a crush on you," she whispered and giggled into her hands. She was giggling like a school girl, maybe, but it was school girls that had crushes.

"Oh." That was the word of the day, wasn't it? Reiz... didn't really know what to make of it. He knew what a crush was, but he wasn't... sure... how to interpret it? Maybe he was misplacing the meaning? But. But. The definition he thought of brought a little heat to his face...

"Don't worry," Amy said, totally missing his blush. "Its only because you're super awesome at snuggling, and because you have a tail, and because I love you, and because you're so nice to me." She was a certified lightweight when it came to drinking, and the hot chocolate hadn't really done much other than put her into a pleasant mood. She decided sitting up straight was too much work so she collapsed against his side again and looked up at him. "I thought I liked the baker, but he wasn't nearly as nice as you are to me. And all the time too," Amy said with a slight exaggeration. "All the time you are nice to me and my best friend and carry me also. That is good. That is what I think."

Amy nodded, convinced she had made her point and went looking for her beer can again. It was around here somewhere, she found it and leaned away unsteadily to pick it back up, maybe a drink would clear her head, when she felt a sharp pulling pain. "Ow!" she said and scrunched up her face, putting one hand to the spot where Reiz's hoodie was braided into her hair. "That hurt!"

Reiz just nodded slowly. Yeaaah... so he guessed it really was the definition he thought it was.

It was nice, but... but he had no idea what to do now.

"Oh! Um. S-sorry?" he looked down at his hoodie, scrambling to untangle her from it.

Amy waved his hands away, "No, I like it there. Its okay. Do you like me too? Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Um... y-yeah..." Reiz didn't really live a 'pretty' life. He didn't see many pretty things, and he didn't really hang out with girls... ever, so most girls he saw... they were definitely prettier than the burly men he hung out with most of his life.

Amy giggled like a school girl again and smooshed her face into Reiz arm, "I feel fuzzy."

"Is that good?" Reiz asked curiously. Peaches were fuzzy, animals were fuzzy... did people ever feel fuzzy?

"I don't know," Amy said carefully. "I think I might be drunk!"

"Oh... Um... maybe you should go back home and rest?" Reiz was an expert in drunkenness. And he had learned that stumbling around in public whilst drunk would never, ever end well.

"Oh," Amy blinked. "Do you want more snuggles?"

Ah. Uh. ...Well, snuggles were good and all, and Reiz liked them, but at the moment, he was more worried about Amy's... lack of sobriety. "Maybe later? But um. I... could take you home now, if.. you want."

She did a little frown, but brightened up quickly afterwards, "Okey dokey!" Popping up off the bench Amy wove a little in place and landed back down with a little thump. "Oops," Amy giggled.

Reiz gave a soft smile at her enthusiasm and clumsiness. It was... well, cute.

He stood up, and held out his hands to steady her the next time she got up.

"Thanks!" Amy grinned at him and stood carefully, steadying herself on his hand. She hooked her arm in his and leaned against his shoulder. "Are we going home now?"

"Um. Yeah." Ah... where did she live from here...? Reiz wasn't completely sure, but he had a gut feeling where to go. And that was a good a lead as any.

"Okey Dokey! Carry me?" she blinked up at him innocently.

"Sure." If she wasn't sober enough to stand up, Reiz didn't want her to try walking around either. He picked her up easily, and started on his way.

Curling her arms around his neck, Amy wiggled her toes happily and leaned her head into the junction of his neck and shoulder. "My favorite Reiz! Thanks!"

"Um. Yeah. No problem."

It made Reiz happy to hear words like that.

Kissing Reiz once softly on the underside of his jaw, Amy smiled sleepily at him, "Love you. You should live at my house I think. For snuggles." Amy closed her eyes, snuggled in comfortably and went to sleep.