"Come on, Kiti, try to throw up," Fanfar murmured, reaching over the jacuzzi and gently supporting her head.
"Uh! In a jacuzzi? Absolutely not, honey," Kiti replied.
Fanfar caught her just as she was going to tumble into the water after slipping out of her seat.
"Alright," Fanfar sighed, stepping into the warm, bubbling water and scooping her up effortlessly.
"Help! Pervert!" Kiti shrieked, her outburst dissolving into a fit of laughter that rang through the room.
"Cut it out!" Fanfar mumbled as he slowly descended the stairs, his grip on her tight yet smooth.
"I could sober up if I wanted to, you know? What's up?" Kiti murmured, leaning against his chest. Her arms snaked lazily around his neck as she gave a mischievous grin.
"Do you want me to draw a card for you?" Killian asked, glancing up from where he was helping Luna recline against a cushion.