Scott Pilgrim Comicverse, Kim/Ramona/Scott
Summary: Ramona wants to cuddle.
Kim was sitting cross-legged on the floor, idly tapping her drumsticks on the hardwood -- except the stupid things kept falling out of her hands for some damn reason.
"Okay, so now we know, Kim's not allowed rum when she's got to play for real," Stephen Stills said, glancing over his shoulder from his position on the couch. "It totally makes you suck."
"Bite me," Kim said. "I haven't even had that much."
"You've had enough, obviously."
"God, he's right, even your insults suck when you're drunk," Julie called from the couch.
Kim opened her mouth -- she suspected 'Bite me' was going to come out of it again, because even though she totally wasn't drunk, her head felt a little fuzzy -- but Ramona suddenly walked over and dropped to the ground behind her. "Guys, you should be nice to Kim," she slurred. "She's like my BFF for life."
"Your what?" Kim asked. "That's so high school."
"Oh, I forgot, you guys are totally going to get gay married." Julie's head popped up briefly, then dropped back down on Stephen Stills' lap.
"Dude, we so are!" Ramona wrapped her arms around Kim and pulled her to her chest.
Kim glanced back at her. "We are?"
"Yes! It's gonna be awesome."
"Okay, sure, if you say so. Can I get up now? This isn't really comfortable." She was leaning back almost horizontally over Ramona's crossed legs, and Ramona's kneecaps were digging into her back.
"What? No, you can't leave me!" Ramona looked around, then let go and scooted back so she was against the wall. She spread her legs and reached towards Kim. "Here, let's do this instead." Kim rolled her eyes, but indulgently shifted backwards so that her back was against Ramona's chest. Ramona wrapped her arms around Kim's shoulders and hummed happily.
Young Neil walked through the living room and into the kitchen. "Dude, your girlfriend's totally cuddling Kim right now," he said.
"What? Are they making out?" Scott poked his head through the doorway, and blinked blearily at the girls. "Make out!" he called. Kim threw her drumsticks at his head, and he ducked back into the kitchen.
"Dammit Scott, stay out of my liquor cabinet!" Julie yelled.
Ramona shifted uncomfortably. "Man, this paneling is digging into my back," she muttered.
"Really? I'm all comfy now." Kim snuggled a little closer, to drive the point home, and Ramona wrinkled her nose. Kim chuckled, and said, "Do you want to get up?"
"I have a better idea. Scott!"
Scott stepped out of the kitchen. "What's up?"
"Come here, come sit with us," Ramona said, and Kim resisted the urge to laugh. A few moments later they had shifted again, so that Scott was leaning against the wall, Ramona was leaning against Scott, and Kim was leaning against Ramona.
"Man, I got stuff digging into my back," Scott whined.
"Aw, come on, I thought you were totally tough." Ramona smirked at him. "You're seriously complaining about that?"
"I am so tough!" Scott cried, and leaned back harder against the wall. "I'm super tough."
"Dude, don't hurt yourself."
Scott reached around so that his arms were wrapped around both Ramona and Kim. "Yay, I have girls."
"Scott, don't make me bite you," Kim said.
Scott pulled his hands back some. "Would she do that?"
"She probably would," Ramona replied. "I'd watch out if I were you." She gave Kim a squeeze, and Kim smiled.
Some time and quite a lot of alcohol later, Stephen Stills finally stood up. "Hey guys, we're heading out," he said.
"Is the party over?" Scott mumbled.
"It wasn't a party, Scott, we were just hanging out. But you guys drank all my alcohol and now I want you to leave." Julie gave Stephen a good-bye kiss that turned into a good-bye makeout session while Young Neil shuffled awkwardly next to them.
"I don't even think I can move," Scott muttered.
"Dude, I know, my legs fell asleep like an hour ago," Ramona said.
"What?" Kim said. "You could've said something."
"But I wanted to cuddle..."
"We can cuddle at home," Scott said in a loud whisper.
"That is such a good idea," Ramona said. "But first we have to stand up."
"Oh man, I forgot about that."
"Come on guys, it's time to go home," Kim said. "Time for home." She stood up, and helped Scott and Ramona to their feet.
"If you die on the way home, it's not my damn fault!" Julie yelled after them at they stumbled down the sidewalk.
"She's such a bitch," Ramona muttered. "We're not that drunk."
"Yes we are," Kim said.
"We might be," Scott admitted.
"Oh. Oh well." Ramona grabbed Kim's hand and swung it cheerfully.
"So like...where are we going again?" Scott asked.
"Let's go to my place. It's more -- there's less gay dudes there, you know?"
Kim stopped walking. Scott ran into the back of her and put a hand on her shoulder, although she didn't know if it was to steady her or himself. Ramona took another couple of steps before being tugged to a stop by her and Kim's joined hands, and looked around in confusion. "What, what's going on?" she asked.
"You guys are going home to cuddle, and my house it kinda in the opposite direction," Kim said.
"Screw your house," Ramona said. "Your house sucks."
"There is that," Kim admitted.
"You should come with us," Scott said. The warm weight of his hand slid down to rest on Kim's back. "Our house is way better."
"It's my house, Scott."
"But you guys are going to cuddle," Kim said.
"So? We've been cuddling all night," Ramona replied. "It's been fun, right?"
"It's been totally fun," Scott said.
"Right, so you're coming with us." Ramona grabbed Kim's hand with both of her own. "No way you're going home alone now."
"I think you guys are drunk," Kim said.
"You think too much..." Scott mumbled.
"Agreed." Ramona started walking again, pulling Kim with her. "You're not allowed to think anymore tonight. And you're coming home with us."
Kim rolled her eyes. "I'm being kidnapped, am I?"
"We're totally kidnapping you," Scott said. His hand was still on the small of Kim's back, and Ramona's fingers were tangled with her own. "You're kidnapped, and it's going to be awesome."
She smiled. "I guess I can live with that."