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Don't Blame the Alcohol

Summary:

Kiki is fed up with Namari's chivalry. She wants to make sure her family's bodyguard knows what she wants beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

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The clinking of tankards and the scraping of chairs drowned out the majority of Namari and Kaka's conversation, but even from her spot by the bar, Kiki could tell exactly what they were saying.

Amused, she leaned back against the counter to watch the two. From Namari's gestures and Kaka's curt nods it was clear that they were going over moments from their recent expedition. Kaka spoke rarely, likely asking for clarification.

Kiki sighed, letting her eyes wander along the build of Namari's exposed arms as they flexed, miming firing a crossbow. Kiki's deep brown eyes trailed from Namari's bicep to her forearm, dashed with the fiery hair that she grew so easily. A small smirk played at Kiki's lips as her mind followed the trail of her eyes, imagining running her slender fingers down the Dwarf's arms. She was so immersed in her pleasant daydreams that she was startled when the barmaid tapped her shoulder.

"What can I get you, miss?"

"Sorry!" Kiki hastily composed herself as she turned to face the lanky tall-man woman. "Three beers, please, dwarven brew."

The barmaid smiled and nodded, her eyes quickly counting the coins Kiki had placed in her hand, "We'll bring that right over to you, which table is yours?"

"The second booth from the door, my twin brother and the redheaded dwarf are sitting there now."

To Kiki's surprise, the barmaid smirked, "I should've known."