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He does not think that he has ever seen Wei Ying as drunk as this. But he is happy.

They all three are.

"Yes."

To both of them.

"It will be fine."

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“He is patient, isn’t he?” she says to Wei Wuxian. Looking up at Lan Wangji, she continues, “You really are lovely.”

She sighs happily. Getting back to Haven after this is going to be a trick. She’s not entirely sure she can get out of this hug, much less the bar.

She’ll worry about it later!

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"He is," says Wei Wuxian with a nearly identical sigh. He settles his chin on Lan Zhan's shoulder and beams up at him. "And he's mine."

How wonderful is that?

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His ears flush bright red.

"Mn."

He keeps his wing around Ingress, though, and his arm around Wei Ying.

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Ingress yawns hugely.

“No, don’t want to be sleepy for birthday parties,” she mumbles, eyes closing.

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Wei Wuxian cackles when he sees Lan Zhan's ears redden, but before he can crow that he's still able to make his zhiji blush after all, Ingress yawns against his shoulder.

"Noooo," he protests, jostling her very lightly. "Don't fall asleep! We could get you coffee. Lan Zhan, help, should we get coffee?"

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"Not for you," he says, very firmly.

"Perhaps just a little, otherwise. Ingress, have you had coffee before?"

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“Mmmhmm,” she says, lifting her head from Wei Wuxian’s shoulder with great effort.

“Coffee is nice. With the fluffy milk in. Bar knows.”

Bar will indeed know to give her a latte with plenty of frothy milk in.

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Overlapping with Ingress's mmhmm is a very small, disappointed aw from Wei Wuxian.

"Just because I stayed up 'til yin hour one time," he says, mournful. "You'll never let me have coffee again, will you, Lan Zhan."

Edited Date: 2020-11-03 10:07 pm (UTC)

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He just looks at them.

"Wei Ying. Do you really want coffee? Now?"

"Ingress, open your eyes. You will need to be awake to drink it."

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Her eyes are open! Well. They were. No, for real they are open.

She blinks up at him because while she’s a tall woman, they are both taller still.

“Thank you.” Then she mouths to Wei Wuxian, “You can have a sip of mine.”

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Wei Wuxian grumbles, pulling a face as he rests his head more comfortably on Lan Zhan's shoulder. "No," he admits. "I just wanted some because Ingress is having some."

But she's going to share! So that's all right. A sly smile sneaks over his face as he whispers to her, "You're the best of friends."

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There is something very, very fond about the expression on his face as he looks at them.

"All right."

He turns carefully to face Bar-guniang and says, politely,

"Bar-guniang. May we have a cup of the coffee with milk that Ingress prefers? And--"

"--a small cup, otherwise. For me." Remembering how bitter it had been when he had tried it before, he adds, "Perhaps with milk as well."

A large latte manifests in a mug the color of Ingress's hair, along with a white mug of freshly percolated coffee with cream.

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She steps back from them enough to take her latte and sip it. It’s the perfect temperature - not too hot, but just enough to provide delicious comfort. Especially since she’s not wearing much clothing. Diana Prince must... run a lot or something?

“Delicious. Just what I needed.”

She stands on her own two feet without leaning on either of her friends. Inside she still feels happy bubbles of love and contentment, but the coffee does help steady her. She takes another sip and then offers the mug to Wei Wuxian.

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"Ah, thank you!" Quickly, before Lan Zhan can object, Wei Wuxian steals the mug and takes a sip. His eyebrows lift in pleasant surprise. "Mm. That is much better than the coffee I had."

Wait.

Did Lan Zhan just ordered coffee for himself?

He shoves Ingress's cup back toward her -- fortunately, it doesn't slosh too much -- and grabs one of Lan Zhan's hands. "Lan Zhan! Don't drink that! What if it's like alcohol to you and you don't sleep at all for three days?"

His eyes have gone huge with worry.

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"Then I would have noticed, when I tried what you had before," he reassures him.

He picks up the mug and takes a cautious sip, waits for a moment, then tries another.

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“Besides now you can both stay up a little later,” she says, and despite the caffeine, she yawns again.

“I’ll sober up a bit more before I go back to Haven, but I think I’m tired.”

And chilly. She’s ready for pants again.

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Aw. The coffee was worth a try, at least.

Wei Wuxian pouts -- he doesn't want Ingress to leave yet! -- but relents soon enough to push the cupcakes over to her. "Take a few more before you go," he encourages. "They can be breakfast!"

And then he lets go of Lan Zhan long enough to wrap Ingress in a huge hug. "Thank you for celebrating with me. And for the wine. That was such good wine."

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He keeps an eye on them both to make sure neither falls over, but nods.

"Be well, Ingress. Thank you."

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They escort Ingress to the front door, coffee and all, Wei Wuxian swaying a little on his feet as he insists on giving her another hug and two cupcakes bundled in a napkin for the journey. Fortunately, he does not sway so hard as to topple them over.

Once she's safely home, Wei Wuxian sighs a long, happy sigh and leans back against Lan Zhan.

"I want to go outside," he says, peering hazily at Lan Zhan over the top of his sunglasses. "Can we?"

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He wraps both arms around him, steadying him, and nods.

“If you wish.”

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"I do."

If Lan Zhan's going to hug him, then Wei Wuxian is going to kiss him. That's just how this works.

"I heard someone say there's a full moon. Let's go look at it, Lan Zhan." He disentangles himself just enough to start meandering toward the back door, Lan Zhan helping him along; midway there, he starts to snicker again. "Aiya, that wine didn't taste strong at all, I'm glad I didn't find it on my own or you'd be carrying me over your shoulders!"

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“Mn,” he agrees.

He manages to get the lake door open and makes sure Wei Ying’s black wings are not extended before he passes through it.

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Another happy sigh. "It was so good, though. I wish you could taste it."

The cool night breeze stirs his hair and gently ruffles the feathers of his wings. It's much, much darker out than he anticipated, though. Surely it can't be that late, can it? And if it were a full moon, the grounds should be much brighter --

Oh. Right.

The sunglasses.

He fumbles them off, blinking his golden serpent's eyes up at the sky.

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