"No," Dale grinned, "you're taking her back to your place to fuck." The Raccoon batted xer eyes at Skye. "Don't worry about me, dear, I'll be fine. I have my books and my poetry. Oh, and now this<em>other</em>little project to work on. I'm fine!"<br/><br/>Anya giggled.<br/><br/>"This I know! What is word? Fucked up, insecure, neurotic, emotional. Jes?"<br/><br/>Dale blinked at the tiny Bunny, then burst out in laughter.<br/><br/>"Skye, honey, I think we just hurt dear Monty in ways he won't figure out until it's too late."  Impulsively, xe reached across the table to ruffle Anya's headfur. "He just fucked you, like an idiot. He should have tried to talk to you. We won't make that mistake."<br/><br/>Anya squirmed and made an almost junior-high squeal of annoyance, pressing back into Skye.<br/><br/>"Well, off with you both. Don't do anything I would consider too dull."