The God of Wine. (Cereza/Open)

--- She wouldn't have bothered taking a peak at his phone as she was a little occupied with shifting her hat to keep it in place. The sudden jerk back despite she managed to her a hand to hold it kinda misaligned it. Which sounded a bit funny to say when one thought about it. His words kept the smirk on her face. Did she really have him wrapped around her fingers? It surely sounded like it. He wasn't willing to part just yet and that was a good thing for them both. She had plenty of time to burn. Once she thought her headgear was fine she'd let go finally to place that free man upon his shoulder for added support.

"It might make you mush."

--- She joked about him drinking anymore than he already had. It already seemed that he was trying to keep up with what he consumed thus far. Before she spoke again her phone went off. Naturally going into her pocket she would answer it.

"Yeah? .... Happy New Year, you could've texted me that ya know.........Of course...... Happy New Year munchkin! You should be sleeping.... mmhmm you too now be good and go to bed.......Yeah I'm fine..... No... yeah yeah bye..."

--- At some point in that conversation it sounded like she was talking to a child. But without missing a beat she'd hang up keeping the phone in her hand as she wrapped her arms around his neck and motioned to be let up from her arch. With a kiss on his cheek she'd continue on.

"Come on, why don't we go for a ride? Don't worry I'm quite sober, I won't get you killed."

--- If he had allowed her to move she start the descent away from him and towards the door. Time to boogie out this joint!

--- Before they would actually leave the joint completely The White Rabbit would turn around give a little salute to everyone.

"Don't stop till you drop!"

--- She could be the life of the party if she wanted to or keep it cool and laid back. Sure her line was a bit cheesy and it was totally meant to be. The lot was mostly drunk anyways so it was the best to say to get a little uproar back. Getting outside she made no notion to glance back currently and would lead him to the car. She was driving her uncle's car tonight. Her baby was taking a little breather tonight. It was funny speaking of babies, maybe the drinks had gotten to him or he didn't hear her conversation to well to note a moment in her speech. A moment where she seemingly spoke to a child. It was perfectly fine that it had been overlooked cause it meant it was something she needn't explain. Then again it was her choice if she did or didn't anyways. Near the car she would walk to the driver's side removing the keys and unlocking the door for him. She would motion with a head nod and smile for him to get it.

"Come my rose knight. Let's find some action."

--- Why there seemed to be a mischievous look in her eyes, Rosett would soon find out. Once inside she'd start the car awaiting him to get in and of course buckle up. Safety first~ The song would immediately start as her engine turned on. With a little revving she would take off, not with a screech though, but would eventually pick up a little speed as she actually starting singing the words. She actually had a nice voice, but she wasn't singing to her capabilities so that determination was still up in the air. Where they were headed who knew.

"Las manos arriba cintra sola... Da media vuelta danzo kuduro..."

--- The lady in white would perk a brow and slowly stop singing with a glance to Rosett. He knew Spanish. It really shouldn't have surprised her too much as it was the language most taught in the school system. What it did was give her some pause.

~Well, good to know.~

--- One couldn't be too careful around people. This little tidbit informed her that for future references she wouldn't be able to speak one of her known languages before him and expect him not to understand. She loved how people dropped subtle hints when they didn't think they were. Maybe she had done so too, but it was a minor thing. The difference is she knew what she was doing and what she presented. She stayed in control. Being out of control was not an option. She would smile and compliment him.

"Hmm.. muy bueno Rosett."

--- When she spoke there was a sudden accent in her voice. It usually came out when she spoke Spanish or French. It made it seem all the more natural rather than forced. She chuckled as she kept a fairly decent speed, fast enough to probably get pulled over but not fast enough for a race. Everyone was more uptown so the streets were actually practically bare; shockingly. Her eyes stayed on the road with short glances to her guest.

"So..tell me who is the knight of roses?"

--- Her tone filled with some amusement as she continued driving. FYI she wasn't stopping at lights. 

--- Admittedly she was slightly impressed that suddenly he seemed a little sobered up from before. But then again maybe he was just trying to stay in control through the night. As long as he didn't hurl in the car then whatever. It became clear she wasn't the only one speeding as a car came from the opposite way playing loud music with the windows down. A bunch of teens inside cheering loudly as the zoomed on by. Cereza would smirk and continue on the road to essentially nowhere currently. Listening to her words it brought it back to something he said earlier. Everyone had secrets. Everyone held something back. It was the truest statement of the night still yet here he was saying he was an open book. Funny how that worked it made her want to question further. True Cereza fashion she dodged his little nudge with such natural charm.

"Is that all? That hardly seems like any fun. I'm sure there's some mystery about you. After all you did say you had some thorns. How prickly are you? Or are they on reserved for the right moment?"

--- All the brunette would do is give a little side glance his way as she whipped around a corner, continuing at a fair speed through the pretty dissolute streets.

"Sounds entertaining. Just don't prick me, I'll bite."

--- Amusingly she spoke with a wink in his direction. Curiosity killed the cat they say yet Cereza was living proof that one could survive. She wondered a little to herself if she could poke some thorns. Reveal some fangs from Rosett. It'd be a task but probably worth seeing it to fruition. Heroes were the interesting ones to push with their self righteous natures. She couldn't agree more with his words, it was equivalent to her taking the drink from her. But it wasn't about trust on her part.

"Gotta live on the dangerous side sometimes.. We have all the best things. And I've barely broken 85 yet. "

--- Playfully rolling her eyes like 'oh my god geez'. Yet she'd glance at him and back to the road, cause she wasn't those cutesy drivers that pretended they didn't need to see the road ahead.

"I guess I can agree with that trusting issue. I mean you have no idea where I could be taking you. How do you know I'm not some black widow? Liquor you up some more, take you to a nice hotel or abandon building and have a little fun with you all over the room before... WHACK! "

--- In the midst of her describing what she would do her voice dropped to a sultry tone. Maybe it would give him an image before she destroyed it with the. Playfully at finally word she would swerve the car but still in perfect control just to give him a mini heart attack before driving properly again chuckling.

--- She didn't even get a little jolt out of him with the swerve? Well that liquid courage turned into liquid bravery. True it was a slight disappointment that didn't manage to scare him a little but it still proved to be something to laugh at. And chuckle a little she did, shaking her head in the process. That burst of laughter indicated to her that he was certainly letting himself go. Or at least she assumed. To her she felt this might've been the first time he just 'let it go'. Maybe he 'couldn't hold it back anymore'. It would be nice if more people just 'let it go'. Sometimes you just gotta 'turn away and slam the door'. Sometimes you just gotta not 'care what they're going to say'and 'let the storm rage on'. Can't let the cold bother you anyways.

--- He was within his rights to throw it back at her. After all she already made a reference back at the bar why not continue entertaining that thought. Just as he could take care of himself, Cereza wasn't a weakling and was capable of taking care of herself just as much as the next. She snickered at the whole idea and the fact he really thought she felt at ease. Cereza was cautious around everyone. It was fine however because she liked giving off false information. She liked giving off false security. All of made any betrayal as they might think of it all the more devastating because they hadn't seen it coming. Depends what you call betraying really. Naturally she slowed a little yet still speeding around as she went into the compartment in between their seats and pulled out her double edged knife but kept it closed at first.

"Trust me I'm not concerned. You're not the only one that can take care of themselves."

--- At that she would open the knife letting the blades flip out and set in place.

"If they wanna keep their balls they'll back off."

--- Normally she could understand one's reaction to a knife had she a more intimidating motion with it. All she had done was simply take it out and open the thing. It was an intimidating knife being doubled edged and all but his reaction was priceless. For argument sake she slowed because he was distracting her from the road. She couldn't help but look at him with a perked brow watching him cower in the corner as he did. If she didn't know any better she'd swear if he could he'd crawl his way out through the glass. So he had a fear a knives. A deathly one that. Mental note taken for sure. Oh the temptation to torture the poor guy by waving it about was gnawing at her, but she'd be the nice girl tonight and close it; returning it to the compartment in between. 

"It's gone. Need some fresh air?"

--- She'd roll down his window for him and let some air hit him. Poor thing seemed so pale. She also didn't want him suddenly feel the urge to throw up. But if he did she was driving slow enough for a quick stop. Don't underestimate her being above literally kicking him out so he doesn't do it in the car. A moment or two who pass by with her side eyeing him in silence before breaking it.

"Sooo... knives huh."