Honey-trapped

[Roze Quartz]

Link threw his head back and laughed. "Ohh boy," he said, leaning down to get his margarita shaker. He was definitely going all out. Maybe a Buttery Nipple there, or perhaps a Cock and Balls to get another laugh of of his brother. He decided to ask. "So, what'll it be after this one?" he asked. "Sex on the Beach? Fuzzy Naval?" he grinned, already getting some of the base drinks out. "Or good ol' fashioned Bloody-"

He lifted a black eyebrow. He had never seen anyone so short walk into his bar before, mostly because it was the whole "need to be this age to enter." He pouted, leaning over the counter. "Hey, kid, did you read the sign? No one under-" No words came out when she started berating his brother.

He just snickered. "Uh...Kid? Bro? Wanna explain what's going on here?" His look dropped into one of confusion. "Also I guess that's a no on a Cock and Balls."

[Moon]

Oberon chuckled watching his brother with blurred eyes. "Oh believe me, if Nora was here I'd want more than just the 'Sex on the Beach' drink if you catch my drift." Another bout of laughter rolled through him and he leaned over to catch himself. He wasn't exactly skilled at handling his liquor and it was quite evident in his movements. One bump and he would go crashing to the ground.

Trinity's voice barely registered on Oberon's radar. "Hmmm?" He turned around and glanced down at his adopted daughter. His face split into one of the stupidest smiles he'd ever made. "Oh hey there, Lil Lady. Where you been? You been missing out on all the fun we been having." He turned back to Link. "Nah nah, don't put it away. Make some later. Or better yet, give her something fruity to calm her down." He snickered at his own joke and shook his head.

"This one right here, was one of the kids I was telling you about. She a lil fire cracker. She'll burst on you in a second if she gets lit. And I'd say, this would be one of those times." He reached over to touch Trinity on the shoulder, but felt the heat and thought better of it. Perhaps the one lucid thought in him at the moment.

[clouds just clouds]

Trinity was pretty sure that her jaw hit the floor. Uncomfortable prickles ran through her entire body and she felt vulnerable and alone. When his hand reached out, she flinched away from it as if he dipped his hand into a pile of shit. Only proving Oberon's point, she snapped her head to the strange man in front of her. "I'm not a kid." Her eyes blazed with her fury.

Fear curled her toes in her boots. This Oberon, she quickly decided, she did not like. She would take insane, roaring bear over this guy any day. An insane urge to burn Oberon's and this guy's eyebrows shot hot liquid fire through her. Flames licked her fingers for a moment, before she realized that alcohol and fire did not mix. Quickly, she extinguished them and clenched her shaking fists tightly.

She knew her face twisted into a not-so-pretty expression of distaste and anger, but she didn't care. "Oberon," not even Dad or Obbie. He so did not deserve that right now. Except, any words she could say didn't trace her mind. Probably for one of the rare moments, if not the first, Trinity didn't have anything to say.

The words cock and balls kept echoing in her mind, and she wanted to turn heel and run back into the safe arms of Nora or her next favorite male.

[Roze Quartz]

The Anigma flinched back. His eyes darted to her fingers and just about anything else on fire. Fires were not good in a bar; no way. He almost panicked, but she stopped. He took a deep breath. "Alright, sorry, Miss...is my brother...got something to do with?"

He shook his head as he recounted what his brother said not a moment earlier. "Ahh...so you're one of his kids." He forced a smile, one half of his lips going up while the rest of his face was fraught with worry. "Okay...okay...and you can be on fire. That's wonderful." He almost broke the glass on his hands.

"Well, if you're family, might as well cater to. What'll it be, lil' shrimp? Chicken Nuggets? Fries? Lemonade, perhaps? Oh maybe a virgin Strawberry Daiquiri..." He ran the possibilities through his heads.

[Moon]

"Oh aren't you?" Oberon leaned over closer to Trinity, obviously ignoring the insane about of disgust being thrown his way. "Last I checked you, Lil Missy, were barely out of your training bra. You only wanted to come out to the city to buy brand new ones. Letha knows what for, since you know the only boy in the house is Takoda." He frowned. Even if he was far past buzzed, he couldn't have been that drunk not to do math. Or could he? He leaned back trying to do mental math on his fingers, looking like a complete idiot. "Ah, no no there's also the runt. Er...Esor."

He shrugged his shoulders, losing interest fairly quickly. Though he frowned at the mention of his name. "What? What do you want child?" Even drunk, he did not let her have the dignity of being an adult. Though his frown faded the moment his eyes wandered back to the bar. He reached over and downed another glass.

"Oh yeah, what I tell ya?" He turned back to Link and gestured with his thumb at Trinity. "Little firecracker right?" He chuckled, not feeling the heat from Trinity anymore. He dared to even ruffle her hair playfully. Another stupid grin managed to plaster itself on his face. "So Firecracker, what will it be eh? You hungry or do you need a drink? Betcha it'll loosen you right up." Another snicker and he grabbed the last shot glass, downing it in one gulp.

[clouds just clouds]

Disbelief fell on Trinity's face and her heart dropped down to the floor. Tears threatened to fill her eyes and her teeth bit harshly on her lower lip to stop any whimper from leaving her. He had no right. He didn't deserve to see her cry, what he did deserve was to see how much he hurt her. When he wasn't drunk. Because the guilt he would feel would be a small slice payback. Taking in a breath, she slowly allowed her anger to fill her and to wash out all the pain he caused her.

Her tears dried and it fueled her eyes. She wanted to burn his eyebrows off. No, she wanted to burn a part of him off that Nora would probably miss. Instead, she took that shot glass him and slammed it as hard as she could into the ground. Reaching across the bar, she tried to grab for this strange man.

She recognized the similarity between them, but refused to let this man belittle her. No one belittles her. "Look here, sweet heart," she made sure she punched as much acid as she could into her voice. "Refer to me as a child one more time, and you'll have to find yourself a new bar." Her eyes crackled like the fire that burned through her veins. Then she turned her anger towards Oberon. She opened her mouth to fire angry words at him, but it all left her mouth and her bravado escape. Quickly, she turned before the pain could return and she put her full force of anger on the man in front of him.

"I so like your older brother better. A hundred-thousand percent better than both of you combined, because you are dicks, and he would never do this," she motioned towards the mess beside her (Oberon), "happen."

[Roze Quartz]

The shot glass breaking was like his own heart in two. "Hey, HEY!" He shouted, leaning over. "You gonna buy me a new glass? Those little things are expensive!" Then she grabbed him, If Link knew anything about women, it was that you never interrupt her. Once she was done, he swallowed thickly, the Adam's apple bobbing in this throat.

"...What did I do wrong?" he asked, looking to his now drunk brother for help. "I swear, Obbie, if she burns this place down, I'm done. This place is the closest thing I have to a stable marriage at this point," he said, frowning and pulling away gently. He readjusted his collar.

"As for you, I'm sorry," he said, sighing in relief. "...Can I get you anything?"

[Moon]

Oberon winced at the sound of shot glass. Drunk or not he knew when there was trouble around. However, his methods of amending a broken situation were quite different when he was sober. Otherwise, it could only be assumed that his drunk actions only made the situation worse. His mouth bunched on one side and he cupped his jaw with his hand. "Ya know, you're a real stinker when you're cranky." He glanced behind the bar, looking for any kind of alcohol. "Hey Slinky, what you got that's fruity but not too strong. That would loosen her up a bit. Something nice and tame, to calm her down."

He sighed and made a move to pick her up by her jacket. If he did he brought her up to his height and stared at her with half closed eyes. "Why you gotta boring eh? Can't you just learn how to party and let your damn hair down for once? Your generation seems to enjoy that kind of none sensible shit like that." If she had managed to slip away from him, he merely leaned too far over and fell to the floor.

Regardless of what Cloudy had Trinity do, Oberon looked up at Link. "Look, man, this is a bar and you're a bartender. Just give her a drink. Hell, you OWN the Letha damned place. It's not like I'm gonna run off to report you."

[clouds just clouds]

"Slinky?" Despite all her anger, a bemused smile lifted her lips. Note to self: demand for story later. When she felt her weight being lifted, a small, defenseless squeak left her. She squirmed and glared up at Oberon. It reminded her of when she use to be younger, when it was just him and her. When he wasn't drunk. "Why you gotta be an ass?" Trinity shot back with as much fire her voice could manage.

She squirmed out of his grasp and watched as he fell. "Here is all powerful Oberon," she droned in a bored tone. "During the day, he hounds down any guy that so much as looks at me, but as a drunk fool he tries to force poison down his own daughter's throat." She shook her head. "Tsk tsk..."

For good measure, she stepped on his ass. Leaning on the bar, she twisted her lips into a sneer. "What's the deal with you, Slinky? I want something strawberry. That tastes good. And I swear if there's an ounce of alcohol, you will say goodbye to those lovely eyebrows of yours." Her threats were always good.

She was a pyromaniac.