Timeline: approximately 6 months after AC (May 3rd to be exact) – continuation of chapter 7
"Oh my! I think I'm a bit drunk!" Laughing, she stumbled over a curb and he caught her arms before she fell on her face. "Hehe! This is fun. Thanks for making me come tonight."
"When I dragged you to the bar tonight, I wasn't expecting you to get drunk," he told her quietly.
"But it was a party! I didn't know it was Tifa's birthday until you said something. Now I feel bad since I didn't have a gift to give her." This time he couldn't grab her arm in time to keep her from falling to her knees.
The few other people on the streets looked at the pair as they went past – a singing drunk woman and a man trying to keep her from hurting herself. They made it back to the shop without any further incidents and he opened the door one handed. Morgan seemed to have fallen into a doze, but at least she was walking.
Her door was locked and he had no idea where her key was.
He sighed and pulled her out of a slump against the wall, heading up the next flight of stairs to his rooms. Once inside, he got her sitting on the edge of the bed while he pulled off her coat and took her guns and holster off. The turtleneck was sleeveless and he was surprised to see that she had what looked like daggers strapped to her forearms. It didn't take long to figure out how to undo the straps, but he never suspected she even had a weapon like that. After pulling her gloves and boots off, he got her lying down in the bed and pulled the covers over her.
He stood there looking at her sleeping form for a few moments, then pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down, stretching his legs out along the floor.
When the sunlight finally woke him up, he was disoriented at first. His neck was killing him and he was in a chair. And something was poking him in the knee.
"Mrpfh. Vin, why are you in my bedroom?"
"It's my bedroom and we're here because you passed out and I didn't know where your key was to open your door. I also didn't think I should search you to find it. Agh, my neck hurts."
She pushed his legs off the bed where they'd been propped and sat up. Almost immediately she tried to lie down again, moaning.
"What happened? Why does my head feel like someone is beating me with a hammer?"
"You got drunk at the party last night. Don't you remember?"
"I think I'm dead is what I remember. Ohhhh, this is why I don't drink."
"Well, get up. I'll go downstairs and get us something to eat. Momi-san should have something ready by now." With that, he walked out of the room and downstairs. The small foodshop two doors down was open and the proprietress behind the counter serving customers.
"Good morning, Momi-san. I came down to pick up Morgan's breakfast for her. She's feeling a bit hungover right now."
"Who's that? Oh, it's you. You're that young man she's been pining about, aren't you? About time; it's only been several years now. Well, no matter, I'll get breakfast made up for the pair of you and then you can just go right back up and eat together." With quick efficiency, the old woman made up a packet of food, pressed it into his hands and pushed him back towards the shop. When he paused to look back at her, she just winked and shooed him along again.
As he headed back to the apartment, he thought about what the old woman had said.