away at it as if there was something terribly important he suddenly needed to do.
“Maybe later,” Zora growled. Her good mood had dissipated almost entirely. She was so tired of the secrets. All she wanted to do was drink. The little taste she'd had before hadn't sated her desire for a drink, it had only whetted it. Without the slightest compunction she reached under the desk and swiped Ethan's flask.
“Hey! That's mine,” Ethan protested.
She shrugged. “I'm sure there's more where this came from, right?”
“Well yeah, but...”
“But nothing. You got me stuck in this place. I reckon this is the least you can do for me,” Zora said, slipping the flask into her pocket.
“Be careful with it,” Ethan warned her, quickly giving up on any chance of getting the flask back.
“Don't worry about me, just try not to tell on me if Savage comes by, okay?” With a smirk set on her features, Zora headed out of the data center and back towards her room. She looked over her shoulder the whole way, half expecting Savage to pop out somewhere, but she managed to get back to the sanctuary of her private room without running into anyone at all. The compound was vast and there were far more places in it than there were people to be in them.
Taking the precaution of slipping into the en suite, Zora sat on the toilet, uncapped the flask and drank deeply. It burned as it went down, but it burned so good. She downed half the vessel before she started to feel a little bit queasy and hid the rest of it behind the toilet cistern.
Standing up was an interesting affair. The alcohol that had been pooling somewhere in her legs went straight to her head. It had been a while since she'd had a drink and the brew was strong, real strong. She stumbled out of the bathroom and crashed onto the bed on her back, giggling to herself. Now this was a good time and a damn good buzz. Determined to enjoy the brief moment of levity, Zora quickly lost herself in the twin pleasures of watching television and eating anything that came to hand.
Later on, the door of her room opened. She had no idea when it was precisely, at some point she'd fallen asleep amidst crumbs and when she woke up it was only because she was being shaken awake by Savage. “Zora, are you okay?” His expression was one of pure concern, until she stirred, then he sniffed and his demeanor changed instantly. “You're drunk.”
“Yup,” Zora giggled gleefully, stretching as she returned to consciousness. There was nothing better than waking up and still being a little bit buzzed. It was like a bonus from the alcohol fairy.
Savage frowned furiously. “How?”
“That's for me to know and you to find out,” Zora taunted him. She watched him glower all the more at her flippant response. “I can almost see the smoke coming out of your ears,” she laughed.
“Smoke is going to be rising off your backside before this is over,” he promised.
“Go ahead,” Zora lurched her hindquarters off the bed and gyrated her hips at him. “Spank me all you want, big boy,” she slurred.
He looked at her with something like disgust. “Not whilst you're like this. You won't feel it. Later, when you feel every lash.”
“Lash? Gonna spank me with your eyes?”
“With a tawse,” he informed her, folding his arms over his chest as he spoke. His jaw was clenched so tight she was surprised he could speak at all.
“What's a toorrsee?” Zora giggled as she formed the strange word with her mouth.
“You'll know the answer to that soon enough,” he said grimly, looking around the room.
“You're such a downer,” Zora sighed, dropping her hips down to the bed. “I did what you wanted me to do.”
“I wanted you to learn code, not drink yourself stupid.”
Zora rolled over on her back and began spewing lines of code towards the ceiling. When she was done, she looked over at Savage with a triumphant grin. “You mean that code? That code I totally know?”
He didn't reply, but that