"I... Shouldn't have drank that much..."
Lillian walked through the Bazaar, clutching the side of her head with an expression that was split between dizziness and discomfort. She felt her head throbbing and spinning a bit.
Marionette, who was holding her hand, smiled slightly, "And whose fault is that? You're the one that insisted for us to go to a bar..."
She watched as Lillian gave a groan before raising her hand to the side of her neck, caressing over a newly made mark on her neck. The corner of the Assassin's lips curled higher as she remembered what happened.
***
Reph pulled Millis's unconscious, drunk body onto his back before turning to Marionette, finding her dealing with a drunk Lillian as well, who was nuzzling against her quite intimately.
His eyes narrowed warmly before gazing up at the Assassin, "I'll be taking this idiot home... Do have a good night.
"I'll be... Taking her back now."
