Amber/Thirteen in a weird way. Another one for unloveyou
Never Stop the Game
Prompt: I'm Drunk
The phone rang. Amber wasn't expecting any kind of phone call, and she didn't recognize the number.
"Hello?"
"Amber."
"…Thirteen?"
"Yeah." Her voice was faint, and slurring. "Could you give me a ride?" she asked.
Amber wondered why she had been the victim of the woman's drunk-dialing escapades. "Why?"
"I'm drunk. They took my keys. Kutner isn't answering…"
If it had been Amber stranded at a bar drunk, Kutner would probably be who she would call too. If she didn't have any outside-of-work friends.
…Which Amber really didn't.
"Alright. I'm not busy."
The most honest people are drunks and children, after all. Amber got her coat, and grabbed her keys.
"What bar?"
"Sharrie's."
"Why there?" It wasn't the best bar in the city, to say the least.
"I don't know. I came here with Kutner the other week."
Thirteen was obviously a rather candid drunk.
"I'll be there in a few minutes," Amber said, trying to muster up her best exasperated sigh.
A click indicated that Thirteen had hung up and Amber did the same as she walked out to her car.
Fifteen minutes later, Amber walked into the crowded bar.
Thirteen wasn't hard to spot in the crowd, her beauty made her stand out in the crowd. Amber approached.
"Hey. Ready to go?"
"Uh-huh."
It looked as though she had been crying at some point in the night. Her hands were shaking. Amber felt an inexplicable, foreign wave of pity for the woman. Thirteen paid her tab to the tattooed bartender and they left.
"How are you going to get to work tomorrow?" Amber asked.
"I dunno. I'll probably call Kutner, and then get him to take me to get my car after work," she said vaguely.
Here it was, Thirteen was vulnerable and drunk, and if she worded her questions right, Amber could know anything she wanted. She could know what Thirteen was hiding. But she couldn't. Amber, for once in her life, couldn't take advantage of the situation.
"Well at least you've got that figured out."
"Left here," Thirteen said.
The rest of the drive was mostly silent, smattered with Thirteen giving Amber directions.
"Do you wanna come in?" Thirteen said, hesitating to close Amber's passenger-side door.
"No. I need to call it a night," Amber said. She would've come in, but she knew she wouldn't find out anything she wanted to if she did. It would be no use. And she needed to be well-rested to play the game, of course.
Maybe next time she would actually be able to articulate some form of question.
She would know what Thirteen was hiding.
Amber never really gave up on anything.