You Can't Handle This (Finished)

[titania]

(Titania's Outfit)

The festival was winding down for the day, and picking up for the coming night. It was a fun day to say the least. She met some familiar people, got to see plenty of talented performances. Many eyes were trained on her form, dark hair blowing in a light breeze. However, with the day slowly fading it meant the first day of the festival was ending. Nighttime meant a good time for her to really start to party.

Heading through the field, the candles began to shine, and it gave the area a very romantic atmosphere, the dim light and the setting sun creating a beautiful scene.

Easily handling the eyes upon her, Titania continued to stroll, wondering if the night would be as interesting as the day.

[Leon Swyft]

An interesting day, indeed. Nai had come back, which was good. She thought he was hitting on Lori, which was bad and totally out of left field. Then she beat the crap out of him, which was expected. What surprised him, though, was that Lorina held her back, giving the hybrid a chance to make his escape. And make his escape he did, running all the way from Castle Town into the festival, where he proceeded to get completely and utterly wasted. Why not? Nai had smashed in his heart -- and face -- once again, and it wasn't like he was on duty or anything.

So, with a bottle of rum in one hand and a bottle of... something that tasted good in the other, he wandered. And drank. And drank some more. Personality-wise, he didn't change; if anything, his mild depression lifted and left him even more fabulous than usual. His ability to make good decisions? He never had that to begin with, so it was even more out the window.

He took another swig of the rum and was washing it down with the stuff that tasted good when he almost walked into quite a wonderful distraction.

"My apologies, miss!" he shouted, with an exaggerated bow. The rum almost spilled -- almost, because he had drunk too much of it for any of it to spill out. "Didn't mean to run into you there, no ma'am. Although I'm glad I did, because a beautiful lady like you shouldn't be all alone out here." He really meant it; he thought she really was gorgeous, although not nearly as gorgeous as Nai. But then, no one was as good-looking as the Gerudo; there was no one like her. There was only Nairore.

He looked from the woman in the red dress to the bottle of stuff that tasted amazing, and he held it out, wiggling it slightly to show her that it was still mostly full. "Want some? he asked, his little smile stretching out into a full-blown grin. "It tastes great, but doesn't do much in the getting-you-drunk area. Sad, really."

[titania]

Titania didn't mean to stumble into a gorgeous fabulous man who was busy getting himself plastered but that was exactly what happened. As she bowed and offered her a compliment and some wine she smiled, chuckled, and accepted the bottle.

"Why thank you. Though I would be careful, you're not looking too good. Aside from the fact that you look like a handsome prince. Ok, so you look wonderful, but you also look inebriated. Need some help?" She took a swig of the tasty...it turned out to be wine. Damn good wine though. "Your taste in wine is excellent. Come, let's go hit up a tavern for more." Oh this one she liked. Cute, funny, and all sorts of plastered.

She gave him her hand so that he may help to achieve a relative level of balance. With her now holding the wine, they each had one free. "So who is this prince that has come to serve me wine and entertain me this evening?"

[Leon Swyft]

His grin grew wider, if that was even possible, and he preened slightly. "I am wonderful, aren't I~?" It was a rhetorical question; he didn't need anyone to tell him he was awesome. He already knew that. It was nice to hear, though~

"Nope nope, unless helping me involves getting more booze," he said, swallowing about half of the remaining rum in one gulp. "Tavern sounds good. Wait, that was wine? Huh. I thought it was like, juice or something. But I guess wine is juice. I think. I dunno." He blinked, mildly confused, then shrugged, deciding that he didn't care. Another swallow, down the hatch.

Leon took the woman's hand, grateful for the help. He wasn't too steady, thanks to the rum and the... wine, right. It was wine. He had to remember that.

He snorted, his mood suddenly doing a complete one-eighty. "I'm no prince," he said, his lips pursing into a pout. "If I was, then maybe Nai would like me. I'm just a Knight, and Knights aren't good enough for her."

He let go of the woman's hand, sweeping into another exaggerated bow, almost falling on his face. "Sir Leon Swyft, at your service. And you, my lady?"

[titania]

Titania rolled her eyes and smiled at him. "I think the last thing you need is more booze. But if you insist I suppose we could stop in and pick up a little more." She kept her gloved hand on him, making sure he was not going to fall over. Knights on booze were never a good sign, though they were always more welcoming.

Oh, as his expression turned things were made clear. He was one of the knights that was after the affection of Zenethil's daughter. Poor guy probably got rejected by her. But that meant she was back.

"Another knight after the love of the captain's daughter. I saw her not long ago. Strong one that girl is, determined." Maybe there was a way she could get around his little predicament of rejection.

"Don't worry about her. A few choice words and you can have any woman you want." She helped to walk him down the road, towards her tavern of choice. Maybe he could wash away the pains of rejection.

[Leon Swyft]

Leon nodded sagely, affecting as wise an expression as he could manage. "There is never too much booze, darlin'," he told her, now sipping from the seemingly never-ending bottle.

His spirits seemed to rise and fall at the same time as he realized that this woman knew who he was talking about. "Nai is strong and determined, isn't she," he said, half in awe, slightly bitter. He touched the side of his face, where there was still a faint red mark. "She can really pack a punch, too."

Leon looked at the woman, confused. Any woman he wanted? He wanted Nairore, but... "Any woman but Nai," he muttered, sullen again. "And she's the only one that matters."

He didn't complain as the woman led him to the tavern; he brightened up again as soon as they walked in. "Ah, you don't want to hear me whine about a Gerudo who repeatedly breaks my heart and face," he said, waving his almost-empty bottle around. "I'll buy you dinner to make up for it, 'kay, Miss..."

He paused. Name, right. "Sorry, didn't get your name."

[titania]

Titania hadn't really paid attention to the bruises on his face. They were nice red marks, and based on his words left by the love of his life, Nairore.

Sitting at the tavern she ordered two strong drinks, one for her and one for her friend Leon. "Look man, she's already beaten you in two ways, you can whine all you like, but something tells me you just need someone to help you forget the pain." She arched an eyebrow in interest as the drinks arrived. She quickly downed hers and felt better already. With the wine combined with this drink she was already in a happier mood. Friendlier too.

"You can buy me dinner anytime Leon, name's Titania. If you want to whine about Nairore some more, I'm all ears. But like I said, you need someone who can make you happy. Or at least take your mind off of things." She already had someone in mind, but the idea needed to gel. She ordered more drinks and waited for his reply.

[Leon Swyft]

He downed the drink Titania had ordered for him, grinned at the rather delightful buzz it sent through his system, then blinked.

Leon set the glass his drink had been in back down on the table and pointed at his newfound friend, as if he were calling her out on something. "That, my dear, is shenanigans," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I mean, it's not like she hasn't kicked my ass before, y'know? I can win her over, I know it. It would help if she didn't hit me every time she saw me, but hey. You work with what you got, right?"

Deranged? Absolutely. It make perfect sense to the poor hybrid, though, and he was at least somewhat content with his dilemma.

He sighed, ran a hand through his spikes. "Not gonna lie, though, it gets depressing sometimes. A distraction would be nice. You know, someone to chill with. While Nai was gone, I was hanging out with Lori a lot, but now that she's back, I'm kind of afraid to. It seems like I piss off Nairore a thousand times more when I'm around Lori, and I don't want her getting hurt if she gets in the middle of it."

He grinned as Titania ordered another round. "I'm buying, by the way, so get whatever you want~"

[titania]

Titania pondered the thought. Part of her wanted to prank him with womanly advice, but she wasn't nearly cruel enough to try.

"I assume when you say Lori you're talking about Lorina, Zenethil's other daughter. Nice girl, but when you're going after someone like Nairore, you can't fulfill that desire with a nicey nicey like Lorina. You need someone who'll push you around, be that dominant force. I would say she's beating you out of affection, but judging by some of your bruises I think she's actually beating you." She reached out and punched him with moderate force, nothing that would hurt him too much. However, it was her hand that hurt more. She shook it a couple of times to get the pain out.

"Sheesh you're as a hard as a rock there. That's some good training you've got there. I've haven't felt anyone this hard since..." she shifted her eyes back and forth, not wanting to finish that sentence in front of a Hylian Knight. No one needed to know about her romps with the Gerudo King, least of all someone who reported to Zenethil.

[Leon Swyft]

Leon nodded. "Yeah, Lorina. She's sweet, really. Pretty, too, especially with that hair. Pink is good on her."

He snorted, a wry grin touching his lips. "It's definitely not affection. I used to think it was, but then she knocked me unconscious for the first time. It's better than having her ignore me, though!"

The sad thing was, he actually thought that when he wasn't drunk.

He watched as Titania punched him, and he laughed. Not in a mean way; he could never be mean to a woman, especially not a beautiful one. Still, it was cute that she tried. "It's not just training~ I'm part Goron, actually, on my dad's side. Don't ask how that works, 'cause I don't know and I don't wanna know. I feel bad for my mom, though. Must've hurt. But yeah, I'm dominantly Goron. Stronger than most, too, which is why I can take a beating from Nai and still function properly."

Leon sighed again, and rested his chin in his palm. "You'd think she'd like a guy that she didn't have to hold back with, but apparently not. Unless that Mer-- Mark? Merit? I don't remember. He must be tough, tho-- oh, crap." He coughed, attempting to cover up his mistake. "I wasn't supposed to say anything about that, so don't tell anyone, alright? Nai would actually, legitimately kill me if that got around."

[titania]

"I'm telling you Sir Leon, before long she's going to cause irreparable damage. Especially if she's not joking around." She asked the bartender for some ice for her hand as Leon explained his Goron blood. That was an interesting prospect, he had the dashing good looks of a human and the toughness and strength of a Goron. That made it much more interesting. Then his comments about Merik before his crazy attempts at damage control. He was lucky to have said it to her.

"Don't sweat it Leon, I already knew. They were at my palace not long ago. The two stopped in during her training. So your secret is safe with me. In addition, I can tell you that Merik is quite.......wait a sec, you don't think they've...no." The idea that the two of them could have been together, especially in her palace, in one of her beds, made her blood boil. Quickly she grabbed up Leon's collar and looked him dead in the eye.

"Do not tell me that is who she's been......well you know what I mean." She couldn't help but feel a little bad that she was holding him aggressively, but at this time she didn't care. She was going to let something like this go if it could be helped. While she was all for free love and all that fun stuff, having it done under her nose without her knowing and more especially without her being invited was not something she was happy with.

[Leon Swyft]

He shrugged, touching the side of his face again. "Nah, I'll be fine. That was the worst she's ever done, actually. She normally doesn't go all out like tha--" His face fell as Titania asked for ice, and he covered her hand with his. "O-oh goddesses, I'm so sorry. I should've warned you, it's really not good to punch people, especially if said people are tough. You can break your hand like that. It's best to slap or hammer or something like that and now I'm babbling again oh my god I'm sorry."

Deep breath. In, out. A relief, at least, was that she knew that Nai and... Merik, apparently, had been training together. And they stopped by her... palace? Was Titania royalty or something? He'd have to ask her later, when he wasn't as completely wasted and self-pitying.

He was surprised when she grabbed his collar, but not overly disconcerted. It wasn't anything Nai hadn't done, after all.

It took a moment for Titania's question to sink in. He didn't get what she was referring to, not at first; for such a devoted Nairore fanboy, he really didn't think about her in that way. He didn't think about people in general in that way, actually. He was fairly innocent.

Once the meaning clicked, though, Leon looked utterly devastated. "I had only been kidding when I told her that would break me," he groaned, his head hanging. He didn't think that they'd actually done anything. He thought Nairore was... not better, but had more sense than that. "You... you really think they slept together?"

[titania]

As the realization that he really didn't know anything about their visit,at least no more than she did, sank in, she released his collar and sat back down. Her ice came and she placed the bag upon her hand, the knuckles numbing up enough that the pain was dulled.

"I don't know Leon. Nairore wasn't looking very good at the time, and with Merik playing the watchful protector, it's a possibility, one I hadn't previously considered." She slammed down her other fist in frustration, clearly upset with the idea.

"I'm sorry Leon, I shouldn't have lashed out like that. It was rash and immature." A long sigh was had by the fairy queen, followed by a summoning of the barkeep.

"One bottle. The good stuff." Turning to Leon, she managed a smile before sighing again. "It's been a long day, and I need to lay down. You are, of course, welcome to join me. And by welcome I of course mean required." As the bartender gave her a bottle of strong liquor, she left a small pouch of a few decent rupees to pay for her tab then waited for Leon to agree and accompany her.

[Leon Swyft]

Whether it was the immense amount of alcohol he'd drunk or the shapeless lump of hurt throbbing in his chest or maybe both combined, the Knight was utterly dazed. His head was whirling, to the point where he almost couldn't stand up; he managed, though, and he managed to push Titania's pouch back towards her, replacing it with money of his own. "Said I'd pay," he half-mumbled, his head too scrambled to form coherent sentences, though he was utterly sincere. "Meant it, so..."

Leon's brow furrowed, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head as if to clear his head. It didn't help much, apparently, 'cause he was confused as to A, why Titania felt bad about lashing out, and B, why she needed someone to help her lie down. "You're allowed to get mad, y'know," he said, somehow managing to get by Titania's side. "It's healthy. 'Specially when you have a good reason, and I can take it, so you can lash out all you want."

He grinned despite the haze in his head, wanting to cheer the woman up as best he could. It wasn't very gentlemanly, leaving a lady in distress like that. "Let's get you laying down, huh?"

If only he knew.

[titania]

Titania caught the pouch as it was thrown to her. She'd never complain about chivalry, it had her keep her money.

"If you say so. Let's just head to the inn, come on." She lead the way to her favorite inn just down the road. Her movements were a tad clumsy, and only progressed as the strong liquor made it to her throat.

But eventually they made it. The Town's Inn. Not the fanciest name, but a good place to rest your head. She smiled at the innkeeper and held up a single finger, indicating a single room, which she was promptly given the key to. Smiling back at Leon, it slowly morphed itself into a smirk as she pointed to the upstairs.

"It only has one bed, I hope you're ok with that." She entered the room and promptly plopped onto the bed with the bottle in her hand, more liquor finding its way through her.