Fairy Bunking Chapter 4: Napalm Martini Binge

"Not that time," Ubermensch added, and his smile broadened.

"There was another time?" Alacrity asked, surprised, as she had only suspected the one instance.

"I ran into a squirrel before the enemy showed up," Perfidious said defensively.

"You were carrying on a full one-fairy courtship show," Ubermensch said.

"You weren't there. You're just repeating what Apraxia said."

"You were talking in a hollow log. Your voice probably echoed all the way over to where the enemy gathered."

"Oooh," Claptrap smiled, sitting up now. "Perfidious is involved in an interspecies romance."

"I am not!" Perfidious stammered.

"There's nothing to be ashamed about," Claptrap said.

"I'm not ashamed." He almost shouted.

"Now don't be getting defensive," Claptrap said, and the two went into a devolved conversation of did-not-did-so.

Ubermensch reached over to Alacrity and took her hand in his. He turned his head to the side and gazed at the silhouette of her naked fairy form backed by the moonlight. Momentarily lost in a poetic sensation that felt strange to him, he whispered, "If I was Perfidious, I would make a song about how you look next to the moon."

Alacrity squeezed his hand. "If you were Perfidious, you'd already be on top of me," she commented all too dryly. But, then she turned her head and looked back at him. "But I'm glad you're not Perfidious. Promiscuity can be fun in doses, but," she fell quiet.

"After a couple thousand years of the prancing, the flitting about, the excessive kissing games, and the what-not, it does get rather old, doesn't it?" Ubermensch finished.

Alacrity rolled on her side and placed her arm across his chest, drawing her chest and legs against his warm body, and giving him a gentle hug. "And when this battle is over, I'm sure we'll return to our merry ways of flitting, prancing, excessive kissing, and as you say, the what-not."

"I'm sure Apraxia will be pleased," Ubermensch said and smiled. "Speaking of him, where has he been?"

Alacrity lifted her head and looked about. "There he is," she pointed over his chest.

Apraxia walked very slowly, carefully carrying Claptrap's teapot, his facing glowing bright red. "Careful, careful," he was saying to himself.

"Have you made some tea, then?" Claptrap asked, glad to break from the repetitive debate she was having with Perfidious.

"Oh, oh, oh" Apraxia said far too effeminately for a male fairy. He paused and set the teapot down. "Since we did win the day, the pretty little boy fairies successfully escaping the nasty human waste-swamp, and the pretty little girl fairies laying waste to some ancient tract of forest, I thought a little celebratory toast was in order."

"I'll bite," Perfidious asked. "What did you make?"

Apraxia produced one of Claptrap's cups and poured a phosphorescent, thick brew, but just a little bit, into the cup. He offered it to Perfidious. "Drink, and then I'll tell you."

Perfidious accepted the cup, and looked skeptically at its luminescent contents, which had a very citric and oily aroma, and tantalized his nose and mouth. He rotated it in his hands, "is this the sampler then," he remarked on the very small quantity.

"No, no, no" Apraxia said, sat down, and it was obvious he had sampled some of his own brew already. "That is, as humans have been lately prone to say, the proverbial 'mega-size'."

"That's Super-Size," Perfidious muttered, well acquainted with his human trash.

"Whatever, just try it."

He looked at the others, who only shrugged. He lifted the cup to his lips and tasted just the aroma and the very smallest of licks with the tip of his tongue. However strange, it was indeed good, and he quickly drank the rest, and handed the cup back. "Alright, quite good. Now give in. What is it?"

"Are you ready?" Apraxia teased.