"Tough day?" Helena said, sitting down beside Myka at the bar. It was late at night, and the bar was almost full. The live music had finished about several hours before and now karaoke was set up. Every few minutes a tipsy person would drag one of their friends up onto the small stage to sing some corny song. Soon it would change so that a completely plastered person would drag their equally plastered friends' onto the stage to sing a serious song off-key.

"Pete was an ass." Myka said before taking a shot and tapping the bar for the cute bartend to fill it back up.

"Pete's always an ass." Helena responded with a nod to the bartend for her to also have a shot. "Is that why you're here? He won't come in since he's afraid of falling off the chariot."

"What?" Myka began to laugh hysterically. "Falling off the chariot? When were you born, 500 BC?"

"Not far off," Helena raised an eyebrow. "1866."

"God, you're old!" Myka continued laughing. "For someone so hot you'd think you'd be younger."

"Oh, I'm suddenly hot?" Helena blushed.

"And old. Don't forget old." Myka tapped her nose.

"Well, Myka, you sure do know how to get a girl's catalytic converter going."

"Catalytic converter? God, where are you from, 2100?"

"Jeez," Helena chuckled. "I assume I got another idiom wrong, then."

"Wagons and motors," Myka downed another shot. Helena decided against hers and pushed it back toward the bartend but still pulled out some money and slide that across as well. "Wait, wait, wait."

Myka took the shot Helena just slide across the bar and threw her head back, consuming it entirely in one go.

"Impressive," Helena wrapped an arm around Myka's. "I'm driving you home."

"Can you even drive?" Myka tried to ask but slurred it to the point of not being auditable so she had to repeat herself, and again.

"Can you carry your liquor, or are you going to throw up in the car?" Helena responded.

"It's hold."

"What's hold?"

"You meant to say, 'can you hold your liquor.' You need to get with the times, Grandma."

"If you call me Grandma again I'll have Pete come and pick you up." Helena half threatened.

"No!" Myka moaned. "He's being an ass."

"What'd he do, Mykes?"

"Pffft," Myka shrugged. "I don't remember, but sober me was really cheesed off at him."

"Cheesed off?"

"Pissed off." Myka threw the emtpy shot back again, hoping to get another drop or two but nothing came out. She had already drunk everything. "He pissed me off."

"Aw, Mykes." Helena wrapped her arms around Myka for a brief hug but Myka threw her clumsy drunken hands around Helena and refused to release her.

"You're so comfy!" Myka laughed, giving an extra squeeze. "And you smell so nice. So familiar."

"It's probably familiar because I see you every day, Mykes." Helena laughed.

"No, no-" Myka leaned somehow closer and took a loud sniff. "It's books! You smell like books!"

"Is that another one of your compliments?" Helena raised an eyebrow. "You need to work on them."

"Okay," Myka finally released Helena from her grasp. "You're so beautiful."

"And you're so cut off." Helena caught the attention of the bartender and ran a finger across her neck, signalling that he was no longer allowed to give Myka another drink for the rest of the night. He nodded in response before turning away to serve other customers.

"No!" Myka groaned. "You said to work on my compliments, so I did!"

"I'm driving you home." Helena said as she felt the novelty fading.

"No! One song."

"Eh?"

"Karaoke." Myka begged. "One song."

Helena sat back down as Myka half-ran-half-stumbled onto the stage and 'quietly' shouted a song Helena didn't recognise. The second the instrumental began Myka began to half-stammer-half-shout that lyrics to the point where most people had no idea what song, or even genre, she was singing. Although there were a few several drunks listening who began to sing as equally bad in the same sort of fashion for four minutes until the song ended.

"You're the best, Helena." Myka said whilst stroking Helena's arm while Helena tried to put her in the car.

"No, you're the best." Helena played along while she fiddled with Myka's seatbelt.