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THREE FOR THE ROAD
It didn't taste good warm, but it was warm and Haku Yowane didn't really care. After all, she'd been the one to insist on leaving the bottle of Triple Flyer in front of the air vent with the heater on. She turned the car on for a moment just to roll down the driver side window a smidge, then looked over at her passenger sleeping with the seat inclined. Smiling kindly, she leaned over and, with gentle but precise movements, reclined the seat back and slipped a clean white towel underneath Neru Akita's head.
She murmured indistinctly and rolled over to nuzzle Haku's hand affectionately, and then became still again. Haku sighed, her heart fluttering as she laced Neru's fingers between her own and watched her for a time. A soft vibration and flashing lights caught Haku's eyes. She reached for the source, a phone, and placed the phone in an empty cup holder. Then she took the bottle of liqour sitting in the next tray and had herself another swig.
Later on she would apologize, Haku decided, for having an argument over Neru's texting habits. It was such a small thing to tolerate, after all. She understood that there would be many such painful moments, but realized that as long as they stayed together everything would be alright. As if influenced by this reaffirmation, a one-sided vow which spurred her onward, she bent down to kiss Neru's closed fist.
Sitting like this was uncomfortable, so she sat back in her seat and again drank of the unpleasantly acrid beverage. It didn't taste good warm, but it was warm and Haku Yowane didn't really care.
Author's Note: I recently had a fight with a close friend of mine. Unlike this drabble, though, we still have yet to work things out.