What do you do with a Drunken Sailor?~

[Kookio]

Yoko hummed drunkly in the taxi waiting for her partner to arrive. She was semi-proud of herself for being able to call call a taxi while drunk. She didn’t even notice that Angie had already arrived until she was already knocking on the car door. ”That’s her!” Yoko would tell the driver as he let Angie in.

“Oops” she replied in realization that she didn’t tell the taxi driver where they were going as she told the taxi driver her address and they began to go there. Of course, Yoko would be on her drunken antics the entire way, attempting to nibble on Angie’s har, leaning close to her. Just childish things in general. Her drunken mood had clearly changed to being childishly playful now

[Monsy]

Oh boy. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.
You tell her just two hours ago she was going to be playing babysitter to a drunk, she would’ve noped out till tomorrow. Now that she was here though, it didn’t seem too bad. Beyond the smell, it was mostly harmless. She had Yoko leaning into her shoulder, putting her mouth on her plentiful red hair. Innocent as all hell. Angelina turned head, adding in a head tilt so her cheek lightly touched into Yoko’s and her mouth positioned near their ear.

She blew a soft but warm coo into it, then whispered, “Do ya wanna start on the couch -- or go straight for the bedroom?” The whisper had a way of being the only substantial noise in the car. The kind of thing anyone inside can hear if they just opened their ears.

[Kookio]

After telling the driver where to go, her body jolted back a bit as the car started moving, letting out a drunken chuckle as she continued to lean against Angelina’s arm, happily rubbing against it for a few seconds. Yoko had barely any true understanding of what was going on, all she knew was she was bringing this girl home to have some fun while rewarding her for saving her from her stupid fans… So stupid…

It was then when she felt Angelina’s cold breath against her ear, her body shivering a little. She wasn’t expecting the whisper at all. ”The- hicc the couch. I-I cahnt geht mah bed dirty.” she replied, grabbing onto the woman’s arm and holding it to her chest tightly. She knew where they were and that they were drawing near to her home.

Once they made it there, Yoko would use her muscular strength to try to pull Angie out of the car. But since she was sitting in the middle, the drunkard thought it would be faster to bring Angie out of the car the opposite way. If she was successful in pulling Angelina out, she would walk— which for drunk Yoko was more like stumbling— around the back of the car with her and then to her house.

[Monsy]

Dirty bed, huh.
Angelina snorted, then laughed, “Oh, is that what ya worried about?” She let her arm go wherever the drunk pulled by making the limb go slack, “For bein’ wasted, ya are pretty conscious about clean.” Couch will more than do with what she had in mind. It became a matter of waiting. She peeked out the window, where the lights dotted your view in a dim Tokyo. The streets are pure black with only whispers of yellow, where even headlights could be a sun. When you got to the quieter areas, it was darker, with residences, allies and utility poles overhead, people on sidewalks going home, chatting and enjoying the fair evening weather.

Nightlife was only a hop skip, taxi or train ride away. “This is a great place to get lost.” And soon they stopped, with Angelina hardly expecting it. She paid in cash for their ride before being yanked out the door, having to unclip her seatbelt just to avoid her shoulder from popping out, then be pulled more until her feet smacked the ground and she came up, grabbing Yoko’s arm. “Can ya just fuckin’ hold it for a second?” Angelina grouched, scurrying up. “Yo—” And being dragged through the stumbling was just about enough. She hurried in front of them, blocked them with her shoulder then grabbed their other arm.

“—Stop. Stop. Before ya fall over or puke. Try gently leaning on me. Let me help ya. Also…” Her hand extended out to them, palm face-up. “Keys.”

[Kookio]

Yoko didn't stop immediately after she was told to. Instead, she only stop after Angie had gathered a lot of her strength to yank the sailor back towards her, one of her feet swinging up and swinging back and she faced her partner, letting out a drunken giggle followed by a tiny burp. "B-But I gotta give you your rewaaaaard!" she spoke childishly, her hand gently hitting her Angie's chest.

When she was told to lean against Angelina, Yoko only partially listened. She would lean against the thief's chest, but it wasn't gentle. In fact, she was putting her entire weight into the woman. Her arms wrapped around her neck while she pressed her body up tightly against her. This also had the side effect of her stuffing Angelina's arms between her soft breasts, "Lets gooooooo"

"o-oh hicc right! Mah keysses" she would say, her hand reaching down into her pocket and fiddling around in there until she pulled out a pair of keys, putting it in the thief's hand without any suspicion of her whatsoever.

[Monsy]

Angelina needed to brace with one leg back, but that still had an arch bent into her back when all that came onto her. It wasn’t too bad. Not like she was carrying, nor pushed her too hard. By all means, it served to mostly be absorbed by her flexibility. At least, that’s the mental explanation to avoid everything wrong with this. Like being squished into a drunk, tits aside, smelling it and having a girl partially slur her words into her ear.

But when she got the keys, Angelina tightened her lips, calmed down, then began shuffling with the girl, backwards towards the front step, letting her cling, lean, whatever as Angelina inched towards the door. Even when they got to the porch, Angelina just stayed as she was, except fiddling with her keys into the keyhole.

“Ya know what we’re gonna do?” Angelina asked, just simply trying to bide time. Because as she'd done so, a gentle hand was snaking around their back, under an arm and to their nape to fiddle with the necklace's little clip. Usually these things had little locks or magnetic clasp a simple push here and pull there can fix. Given this girl seemed absolutely trashed, and they were close as they could get, she wanted her prize to come free. Now, where it can be slipped away before they came apart. “We’re gonna go inside, and ya are gonna lay down on that couch. Then we’re gonna get some watah into ya. K?” And after that last word, the door clicked, and Angelina turned the handle to open the door.

[Kookio]

"Hehehe... Okay. But don't go through my panties, you pervert!" She replied, her hand that was wrapped around her opponent's back clenching down tightly on her opponent's arm which with Yoko's strength would hurt a little.

As the two made it to the door, opened the door and walked in, Yoko would try to let go of Angelina and stumble across the room. Unfortunately, the sailor didn't sit down on the couch. Instead, she ended up stumbling until she tripped over her own feet and collapsed onto the couch entirely, her figure laying half way onto the couch. For living by herself, the apartment was quite spacious with a flat screen tv and other items that someone of upper class would be able to afford. Yoko wasn't rich per-say but she was pretty well off.

Yoko was giggling into the couch. The drunk her knew how funny it was that she had just barely made it to the couch. While she waited for Angelina to get her some water, she would grab onto one of the couch pillows and rubbed her head against it, practicing her cuddling. But it looked like the pillow was about to pop with how tightly she was hanging onto it. "hehehehe... hicc

[Monsy]

“I wooon’t go through ya panties, girl.” She answered just to placate, and also whisk away the little slice of gold in her hands, now done behind her back and held within a fist. And not knowing just where the hell they were going for most of the time, Angelina flipped every switch near the door to make the house come to life. From its kitchen, foyer, likely its living room, outside light and a closet. She checked the shoe rack as they passed by, as well as the coat rack, and it seemed safe to say that they wouldn’t be dealing with anyone else. That suited her plenty. And as Yoko flopped her ass onto the couch, Angelina put a hand over her back, stretching, then rubbing her forearm and shaking it out to get the circulation going.

“That’s some real fuckin’ squeeze ya got. Oy--” Angelina turned to them, “Shoes.” And went to Yoko’s legs, grabbing the heel to pull the shit right off, then dropping them at the couch’s end. She doddled off towards the kitchen afterward, taking glances and dragging her finger across the clean countertops. All this shit seemed brand new and like it belonged in a hardware store. It took about another two minutes opening and closing cupboards to find a glass, taking a clear one then filling it to three quarters.

“Ya should probably take those earrings off. It’s bettah that way when ya sleep.”

She returned with the glass of water, sitting on the coffee table just opposite of the couch, “Alright, sit up for me sailah girl.”

[Kookio]

"Gewd!" the drunken sailor replied, right after falling onto the couch, her head rubbing herself into one of the couch pillows and giggled because it felt so soft. So... Very... Soft. She had actually almost passed out right then and there if Angelina didn't bring her back to reality. "H-huh? O-oh yeh! I always work out every single day!" she replied, pulling her arm up and flexing it and showing off her muscle while childishly holding her feet out for her partner to take off her shoes. "itsh shuper nice being really shrtong cush I can do a lot of thingsh. But itsh also why people shee me ash a guy a lot... Double edgedsh shword..." she added, puffing out her cheeks in anger just thinking about it.

She would sit then sit up for Angelina, not sure what she was planning to do next. But while she was laying down, she had the time to smell her breath and remembered that she needed a mint, so she only took a second to reach into her pocket and pull out a little case full of mints and ate a few of them all at once, hoping it would make her breath smell better faster.

[Monsy]

Here it was better than out there. At least the girl couldn’t doddle off that far. Where would she go? Eh… Knowing alcohol. Stupid question. She did take her moment to watch Yoko lay there, all discoordinated, drunk like a new divorcee and moving like she was in some slow-motion. Angelina held out the glass, but she would also keep a soft grip so they didn’t spill the shit all over themselves.

“A double edgedsh shword, huh.” Still helping them, she moved on over and straddled their lap, bringing up her legs to the couch after wiggling off her boots. Homegirl lost a few inches after that. “Nevah seen a Lilliana Antiqua? Cecilia Northman? Maybe, a Darina Daybreak? They got moooore muscle. Are they dudes?” -- No, they’re ass-fuck-shit-dorks. Said her brain.

Angelina's head shook with pursed lips, setting the cup back on the table to give Yoko her full attention and both hands. She stretched her slender arms over their collar, grabbing the couch’s head, almost pinning Yoko by limiting where her head could move and look: right at the pirate.

“Point is, girl. Ya gotta learn to say fuck ‘em. Assert ya-self, yo. Say it with me. I’am Yoko Hinode and I am the fuckin’ boss.”