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You lean back on the counter absent mindedly, nursing a drink in your hand, the golden hue turning orange in the warm lighting.
It's a rare day for everyone, a celebration party thoughtfully put together after a major mission ending in success--commander said it would be good for morale, you think he's right.
There's laughing somewhere in the other room, you don't think too much of it but it sparks some warmth in your chest. Everyone's a little tipsy at this point, soldiers mingling or re-enacting some weird funny situation to each other, there's music drumming in the background, and for once the air doesn't feel heavy.
"How long are you gonna keep staring down your drink?" Keegan says beside you, he's close, you notice and apparently appearing from no where,
"For as long as i need to" you laugh, looking up at him, he's dressed more casually. Puffy jacket, jeans, mask off, and his short hair ruffled, you're not sure when you last saw him out of combat gear.
"Well I say you're done" He takes the glass from you, taking a sip, you can see him evaluating it.
"Rude" you huff, you're a bit tipsy at this point, still put together but enough to just let loose a little, contrary to when you first arrived and felt like a fish out of water--duty? You don't remember anymore.
He raises a brow at the drink itself "When did we get money for champagne?" you only shrug in response,
"Probably some old stock saved for events," you murmur "When did you get here anyway?" you recall not seeing any sign of him at all for a solid two hours.
"Uh just now" he tilts his head before taking another sip of your drink,
"Is that why you're stealing my drink?" you narrow your eyes though make no move to snatch your glass back.
He darts his tongue out, licking the excess champagne off his lips--you can't help but glance at the movement but quickly bring your focus back to his eyes
"It's called borrowing and you're sharing" he smirks and if you weren't tipsy you might've been annoyed
"Well you lazy bum the champagne table is right there" you gesture to the table quite literally across the room, he follows the gesture with his eyes barely sparing said table a glance before looking back at you.
"In my defense, i didn't see it, aaaand i wanted to talk to you" he raises his hands your drink still cupped in his other hand and you roll your eyes snatching it back and setting it on the counter behind you.
"Okay well how are you enjoying the party so far Russ" you say a small grin pulling at your lips, no doubt you felt a little flattered by that.
"Well seems like a party to me" he shrugs and you fight back a snort
"I wouldn't pin you as someone who knows anything about parties"
He raises a brow at this, you can practically see the offense bloom on his face as if you'd personally walked across the room to deliver a slap to his face.
"Rude" he huffs and crosses his arms looking elsewhere.
Maybe it's the atmosphere but you've never thought Keegan to act so childish? It brings a laugh blooming out of you, tossing your head back with it.
"Stop pouting," you punch him lightly on the bicep, he does before sighing
"I'm gonna check out and familiarise myself with the party" he brings a hand up to ruffle your hair before walking off into the crowd, you send him a two finger salute before picking your drink up and finishing it off.
You feel warm, the lights feel as though they're blurring together in a pleasant way, tonight is a good night, you conclude--though your energy for socialising is nearly fully depleted so you walk yourself to the balcony.
You swing the door open, stepping out. The air is chilly, you didn't realise how stuffy it felt inside and the stars are so so pretty at this base.
You lean on the railing humming to yourself and just enjoying the night. And for a while you're alone before you hear the door behind you open, the sound from inside briefly seeping out. You don't look towards the sound somehow knowing who it is already.
A hand finds it's way on your back a gentle voice following soon after "You okay?" it's soft and has an edge of concern to it,
"Mhm, great actually" you murmur head tilting to look at him, he looks pretty in this light, his eyes taking on a deeper tone--you could drown in them you think.
"Had me worried" he chuckles, his shoulder is touching yours hand still spreading warmth on your back.
Keegan let's a soft exhale out turning his back to the railing and leaning on it, his arms crossing. He looks towards the stars and you watch him, you miss the warmth of his hand.
"Why're you out here?" you ask inquisitively, he turns his head toward you a look flashing across his eyes as he meets yours, but it leaves as soon as you notice it.
"Think i familiarised myself enough in there, you?" he says smoothly
"I'm out of social energy" you simply say and he raises a brow
"Should i be out of your hair then?" he tilts his head to the side, and you only shake your head,
"Just don't expect a good conversation out of me" you say lowering your head onto your crossed arms on the railing.
Comfortable silence goes on for some time, just soaking up the company of each other under the twinkling stars. The party inside is still going strong, the echo of laughter making it's way out to both of you.
"Do you not wanna go mingle?" you blink slowly as you watch him watch the stars, he lowers his gaze to you incredulous
"Mingle? Pshh i'm perfectly content out here with a pretty girl" he laughs, it makes you dizzy,
Then you blink, once, twice, mind circling back to the end of his sentence. You don't remember drinking that much, but you feel a flush of warmth and you're sure it's not from the alcohol.
Yeah the guy you've been silently into for so long just called you pretty that's gotta be some drunk delusion and you're spinning straight into believing it actually happened.
You swallow, your mouth feels dry all of the sudden, you watch him, scrutinise even but there's no sign of change.
"Are you drunk?" you ask and he scoffs before full body turning to you
"If you think a few sips of champagne can get me drunk you're seriously underestimating me"
You raise your head, to look at him properly--from your view he's totally not drunk in any sense.
A few beats of silence pass for before he shifts his weight,
"You know, you scared the hell out of me on that mission" he mutters eyes averted.
Yeah you scared the shit out of yourself too when you almost blew up, you think.
"Really?" you say not even realising he was aware of that debacle,
"One moment you're on comms like usual and next it's kaboom and silence, no shit i was worried" he looks at you pointedly and you flush slightly out of embarrassment.
"Please don't do that again" he says lowly, eyes steeling into something you wouldn't know how to name, you feel like squirming under his gaze.
"I'll try" you breathe out, feeling a bit of whiplash from the shift,
He raises a hand to your cheek, thumb under your eye. You swallow, eyes on his and he looks like he's memorising every feature on your face, like if he ran his eyes over you enough nothing bad could possibly ever happen to your existence.
"Keegan?" you say softly, his eyes dart down to your lips
"Can i?" his voice is rough but somehow gentle and you can only nod, speechless under his gaze.
He kisses you, slowly, it's tentative, and his lips are slightly rough against yours, you place a hand on his chest another snaking around his neck.
His hand on your face moves to the nape of your neck sliding into your hair, mouth parting against yours to kiss you deeper as he places his other hand on your waist.
You feel lightheaded when his tongue slides against yours, heartbeat thumping in your ears before you break away panting eyes half lidded.
You've got so many questions but you hear him chuckle and break into a laugh and you can't help but join in, breathless in the moment
"To think i wasn't planning on going to this party" he smiles pressing his forehead onto yours.
You giggle before stealing another kiss from him "I've gotta be so drunk" you mutter
"No, you're perfect" he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.