# Drunken Forensics

Title: Drunked Forensics
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon, Fang, Trish, Reed
Rating: SFW
Classification: One Shot
Author: F4L
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>Fang and Anon at a music festival
>getting late, everyone has already left or is in the process of doing so
>the couple have taken refuge outside on a bench at a now-empty bar
>the bartender occasionally glances at them, hoping neither of the two decides to throw up after she spent so long cleaning the place for tomorrow
>both of them are really tired and more than a little drunk
>spending some time resting and observing the various other couples walking, or rather, stumbling past them
>suddenly, Fang starts laughing to herself
>Anon very slowly turns to face Fang, fearing if he moves too fast, he's gonna lose the last few beers
>"What's so funny?"
>Fang manages to get calm down somewhat
>only once did the ptero come close to falling off of the bench
>the only thing that stopped her from taking a tumble was the iron grip she had on Anon's shoulder
>"Pffft, just look at them. Oh. My. God."
>the human tries his best to see whatever his ptero gf is referring to with no luck
>"Holy shit! Look at her!"
>Fang grabs Anon's head and turns it to face the passing raptor girl
>apart from her lack of balance, Anon doesn't see anything unusual
>"I...I don't get it."
>"What do you mean you don't get it? She's positively glowing from all the spunk on her."
>"Uh..."
>Fang suddenly realizes Anon doesn't have any enhanced senses
>"Shit, I forgot you can't see in UV."
>"I don't see what that has anything to do wi-"
>"Jizz, you dummy. Any dino with UV vision can see it."
>Fang becomes distracted with reading the label on her beer bottle, while Anon's alcohol clouded brain is still busy processing this not really new info
>but with his memory affected by the half a dozen beers, it sure seems like a new "fun fact" to him
>the ptero quickly becomes bored with fiddling with the empty bottle and slowly leans against the human, sighing softly in content
>a few moments pass, and finally, Anon's alcohol-soaked neurons have processed the latest revelation
>"Fang?"
>"Hmmm?"
>"Does your mom see in UV too?"
>"Ugh, yes, dweeb. God, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one."
>'Maybe that's why the first thing she got me was soap.'
>Fang wraps her arms around Anon and giggles
>"I'm just glad you started using it."
>"Oh, for the love of..."
>before Anon can finish cursing his acute mumbling, Reed and Trish appear in front of them
>"You two ready to head out?"
>"Sure, sure. Let me just..."
>the ptero's legs are far more wobbly than she anticipated, causing her to fall back down onto the bench
>"Don't worry, sis. I gotcha."
>the raptor offer a helping hand
>before Fang grabs hold, she pauses and looks Reed dead in the eyes
>"Uh, have you considered using a different soap?"