Wrong Tea
She was dying.
There couldn't be another explanation. Acxa didn't knew, when it started, but she was sure, that this would be her end. She had barely managed to reach her quarter and only with Veronicas help. She had spoken weird and stupid things until her tongue hadn't followed her commands anymore.
Like all the rest of her body. She felt so dizzy and sick. Terribly sick. The world wouldn't keep in place and was spinning and wobbling before her eyes. She closed them with a tortured moan, but it wouldn't help. The blackness itself was spinning.
She felt Veronicas arm around her waist and her own on the womans shoulder. She was helping the Galra to get somewhere. She opened her eyes and saw the bathroom. Not a second to late. Acxa jumped forward, leaning herself over the toilette, puking her guts out.
Yes she was dying. And to her rotten luck, she wasn't dying fast enough. She was cramping and coughing while she was spitting and choking out everything she had eaten or drunk on the party. Maybe some of the food or drinks has been poisoned. She was breathing heavily and had to struggle to keep a grip on the dish.
She looked up and noticed her reflection through her dizziness in the mirror. She was a mess, her hair tangled and messed up, sweaty and her cloths stained with rests of ice tea, chips, and something she reminded to be called guacamole. She would die in shame, that's for sure.
She heard water running and then Veronicas was holding a glass of water in front of her face.
"Drink."
She carefully brought the glass to Acxas lips. This was so humiliating. But she started to drink.
"Easy. Not too much at once or you get rid of it sooner than later."
She obeyed and took smaller gulps. Veronica placed the glass aside and started to clean the face of the Galra with a cool wet washcloth. It comforted her to have her at her side. At least she wouldn't die alone.
"I told you to be careful with the cocktail."
Acxa managed to look annoyed at Veronica.
"Id wash ice tea. Ashk Lanche."
Veronica chuckled at Acxas babbled answer.. Even in her bad condition, the Galra was able to frown at her. She received a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Oh Acxa, yes. But from Long Island. This is a cocktail with much alcohol in it."
Veronica couldn't suppress a loud laughter anymore. Acxas face was the most funny mixture of anger, surprise and disbelieve. And the alcohol had managed to fix all states of these feelings in her face at the same time.
She would kill Lance for this. If she would ever survive this night, she would kill him, slowly and painful. He had brought her six ice tea this evening, everyone with a charming smile. Or an impish, she wasn't sure at the last two.
She heard a sigh from the woman, as the Galra had to lean over again. Veronica held back Acxas blue hair out of her face and rubbed gently over her back, while the stomach of the poor drunken woman tried to get rid of all its content. Veronica was sure, that this would become a long night. And probably an hard and interesting morning.