I had tasted other liquors before like whisky or scotch or even Sake, but out of every alcoholic substance that had ever touched my tongue, vodka was the worst. It was all I could to keep it in my mouth. I made an ugly face, I scrunched up my nose and pulled my mouth into a knot, thinking that would make it better.

"You okay there?" Nagihiko asked me, grabbing my shoulder.

I shook my head and managed to swallow the small amount of liquid that was actually in my mouth. "No," I gasped, breathing in heavily. The air in the limo was a lot better than that rancid stuff. "That was awful." I coughed, closing the bottle and letting it fall to the floor of the limo.

"I guess it just doesn't agree with you," he shrugged and took another sip of his.

"Guess not," I mumbled then shuffled in my seat to get comfortable. I closed my eyes and felt my mind get swept away by the pounding waves of music. I was hoping that I could at least relax a bit before we got to the airport, but Amu kept tapping on my shoulder.

"Ri-ma"

"Rima"

"RIMA"

"What!" my eyes flew open to reveal Amu hovering in front of my face with a concerned expression.

"Your face is all red, are you okay?" I expected her voice to slur, but it was crisp as if she'd never drunken anything.

"What?" I put my hands on my face, it was like fire. I let out a yelp. "What's wrong with me?" I breathed, feeling the heat rise in my face.

"Calm down," Nagihiko said, only driving me to panic more.

"Why is my face all red?" I asked and the music ceased and the limo became silent.

"Let me see," Kairi interjected, crawling from across the limo to see my face. His forest green eyes observed my face then he spoke, "It looks like you're having an allergic reaction." He said and the panic that I was in began to fade away.

"An allergic reaction to what?" I asked.

"Have you had anything to eat or drink in the last hour, or did you put something on your skin?"

I thought about it for a second and I hadn't had anything to eat in the last hour at all, the only thing I had was—vodka. "I had a sip of that vodka, but it was only like a really really tiny sip. There's no way it could've done this." I admitted and gestured to my crimson face.

"That must have been it, it will wear off soon, just don't drink it again." Kairi ordered then sat back down at his seat.

"You don't have to worry about me drinking that stuff again, it was revolting." I muttered to myself, then lied back in my seat and closed my eyes until we got to the airport, hoping that the heat in my face would go away soon.


"We're here," Nagihiko spoke, causing me to stir from the kind-of sleep I was in.

"Really, Florida already?" I yawned, "That was a short flight, I don't even remember taking off, or even boarding the plane. Weird." I grumbled and forced myself awake.

Nagihiko chuckled which caused me to open my eyes and see what he was laughing at.

Me.

He was laughing at me.

"You're funny, you sure you didn't drink any more vodka?" he laughed and grabbed my hand.

"Yeah," I confirmed, feeling my face to see if it was still hot.

"We are not in Florida quite yet; we kinda still need to board the plane." Nagihiko laughed.

The drowsiness had finally cleared from my eyes and I could see the interior of the limo. My shoulders fell, I guess I more asleep than I thought I was. "Can you please not tell anyone about this?" I asked quietly as I got out of the limo and followed him in the airport.

"Sure,"

As I approached our group of friends that were gathered at the entrance to security, Utau approached me. She grabbed me and gave me a hug. "Sorry about that vodka thing shorty, I promise I won't offer you alcohol ever again." Utau apologized then released me and rejoined the group that was waiting to get into security.

After an hour of standing and meandering and waiting I decided that I hated the airport. In the first thirty minutes, I felt like we had only moved an inch. But eventually we arrived to the place where we have to take off our shoes and any metal objects that we have on us. Which I must admit would go a lot quicker if we weren't standing behind some woman who was dressed head to toe in nothing but metal.

"It's about time we got out of there," I sighed as I pulled my sandal over my foot and caught up with my friends.

"I'm going to take a guess that you have never been in an airport before," Nagihiko said and raised an eyebrow at me.

I shook my head at his estimation. "Never, but I gotta say, I never want to be in an airport again."

"C'mon, give it a chance, besides the only thing bad about an airport is going through security, the best part is yet to come." Nagihiko said and pointed out the tall windows to a plane that was the size of a small skyscraper.

I gulped. I'm not entirely sure about best being the right word to describe this.

It was another two hours we had to waste before our flight started boarding. The guys went to go get something to eat and Amu, Utau, Yaya and I had a deep conversation about what the latest was in the tabloid magazines.

"Flight eighty-seven now boarding,"

We all jumped at the sound of the intercom, but we gathered our things and stood in line (again) and waited our turn to get on the giant metal bird.

Despite its huge size, the plane was actually kind of small on the inside; I expected it to be more like a small hotel. It was nothing like that. It was just rows and rows of small seats that looked to close together to be comfortable.

"Rima," I heard Nagihiko's voice summoning me as I stood in awe of the infinite rows of chairs.

"Yeah," I turned around, snapping out of my daze.

"Here are our seats," he said, pointing out a row of two seats that were a bit larger than the ones I was staring at.

"Why they bigger than those?" I asked as I pointed to the rows of smaller seats.

"That's because these are first class seats," he explained as I sat down and got comfortable. I was not familiar with the term 'first class', but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

As soon as I sat down, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. I yawned, not realizing that I had been so tired. I was eager to see the plane go off, but sleep was gnawing at my eyes. Before I knew, I was under the hypnotic spell of sleep. The last thing I remember was Nagihiko throwing a blanket over me and whispering "Goodnight."

Yay! How do you like one of many new chapters that I am writing? I like Rima being allergic to vodka, it plays a bigger part later.

Anyways… Happy Summer Vacation!

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