"I'm home!" Soul announced carrying his groceries in the front door. He dropped his keys in a bowl by the door.

"Yeah I'm in here. No need to yell." Maka replied, her nose in a 700 page novel. "Tsubaki and Black Star are coming over for dinner in a bit. I already cooked, so you have the night off."

"Nice."He commented, setting the bags on the counter. No sooner had he put the milk in the fridge, Black Star kicked in the door, Tsubaki apologizing profusely behind.

"Hey Soul! Your guardian angel has brought you a present! It's your lucky day!" Black Star annouced. Soul grimmaced. He's my guardian angel? Soul looked over to the cocky blue haired kid. "What?" he asked. Black Star held out a bottle.

Soul took it over and looked it over. "It's scotch."

"Yeah. the good stuff." Black Star announced proudly.

"Thanks." Soul replied. He took out two glasses.

"I'm fine man. I quit drinking." Black Star advised.

"Well, more for me." Soul said, pouring the alcohol over ice. The boys walked out to Tsubaki and Maka who were sitting on the couch.

"Soul. What's that?" Maka asked hesitantly.

"Scotch. It's a kind of hard liquor. Something to enjoy, not binge." he answered, imagining himself drinking in a suit by his record player.

Maka spoke up. "I wanna try." Soul looked surprised and handed her the glass. Tsubaki looked over.

"Maka, I didn't know that you drank."

"She doesn't" Soul said as he fixed himself a glass.

He sipped on the scotch and leaned back on the couch. Maka smelled the liquid. It burned her nose and she tried not to grimace. If Soul noticed, he didn't show it. She put the glass down and walked out to the kitchen with Tsubaki. They laid the table and put out dinner. The guys took break from chatting and sat up at the table. Maka tried the burning drink. She gagged, hating it as she tried t drink it like water, but she swallowed it. No one seemed to notice. She liked the feeling that it gave her and so she continued to sip down the warm liquor. After dinner was finished and Black Star and Tsubaki left, Soul set out to wash dishes. Maka filled her glass again and then once more, becoming used to the burning flavor. She still gagged, but she felt calm and relaxed like she was becoming an adult and enjoying a drink. Soul turned around from the sink. Maka was slouched in the chair and almost drooling. How much did she drink? Little did he know that in Maka's head she was a well composed young lady.

Soul sighed. Well, he would have to fix this. "Come on Maka, let's go to bed now."

"Is it time to sleep go? don't worry, I promise to drunk, I'm not God."

"Ok. I know." He scooped her up bridal style and carried her over to her room, laying her on the bed. "Let's get you changed." He didn't need to ask how much she drank, he could see from the bottle. She was limp and changing her was going to be a task. Maka was wearing a light dress, as it was a nice evening for the get together. He opened her drawer and grabbed her yellow pajamas. He slipped each leg through and lifted up her hips. He heard soft snores. She was asleep. Damn. He thought, sitting her up, he lifted the dress off of her and unclasped her bra. He averted his eyes as best as possible before buttoning her up and pulling her covers up around her.

"Goodnight Maka." He said, turning out the light. He shut the door and put a lock on the Scotch away in the alcohol cabinet. No more of that. He decided, locking the doors and shutting off the lights, he headed to his room, got changed, and went to sleep.