"ITS THE FUZZ! CHEEZE IT!" Running feet, screaming, laughing as we-

"HaHaHa! 'hic!' you have to try this Hakone!" A messed up car, garbage everywhere.

"You messed with the wrong girls, b-buddy!" I said threateningly, teetering drunkenly as a swung crowbar bounced off my forhead-

"Anne! did you see where she went?!" Hiding, cackling to myself as they passed under-

Dizzy, the world swirling, crawling over a wall to find someplace To... To..

To...

...

...

"AUHhmGlr!" I shot upright, almost colliding with the man leaning over me as I... Woke up?"

I didn't sleep though! How did I wake u-? It was then that the headache hit. I was almost put on my back again as waves of pain throbbed through my skull/bridge/whatever it is. I cradled my head in my hands as I rocked forwards, barely listening to the orange-robed bald guy speaking gobbledygook in front of me.

"Hey man, I don't have any idea what you're saying, but you mind bringing me a glass of milk or water or something? I have the cotton-mouth like you wouldn't believe." The guy said something else, and I looked up at him, but couldn't make out his face with my bleary vision in this dark room.

There was another 'Thump' inside me, my Captain, probably as bad-off as me, cursing as she stumbled to her post from what was likely an alcohol-induced blackout of her own. "That's it! I c-can't see a friggen' thing in here!"

My bridge lights turned on, casting the room in a faint blue glow, "Good, now I can actually see" I thought, mind still muddy.

The Buddhist monk, a middle-aged man, jumped back in surprise, before yelling something in Khmer and running off. Meanwhile, I continued trying to shake off my... Hangover? Man, I must have drank a lot last night, I didn't even remember what happened!

Once my dizzy-spell ended, I went to roll to my feet, pushing off the lap of some big-old statue of a pointy-headed guy with droopy ears, I almost kicked over a plate of food that someone had left on the floor. Oh no... Did I blackout on someone's picnic?! Ah, man, I needed to get out of here before that guy came back with the cops or something! At least I didn't throw up on the food or anything...

I carefully picked my way out of the food laying around me, before stopping as I saw a lot of little plates of plain rice balls and water near the edges. I was pretty parched right now, and they wouldn't miss some plain white rice and water, right? I grabbed a jug, draining half of it in one go as I picked up one of the plates of sticky-rice balls.

"What are you doing?" Crap. I quickly hid the jug and plate behind my back as I turned around.

An older man had entered the room, the monk from earlier standing behind him with a couple of others, at least someone spoke English here! I could probably explain myself! They seemed on-edge, probably because my bridge lights were on- WHY ARE MY SPOTLIGHTS ON!? TURN IT OFF! My Captain, having recovered somewhat from the idiocy of the freshly awoken, quickly turned off my spotlights again, pitching the room in relative darkness again as I thought of what to say.

I shrugged, a sheepish expression coming over my face as I scuffed the ground, a bit embarrassed for getting caught eating someone else's food.

"Sorry, was just really thirsty, and there was food laying around, I didn't mean to impose or anything so ummm..." I went to put the plate of sticky rice back down, but the old man held up his hand.

"That glow earlier, and you're skin...Are you, perchance, a spirit?" I hesitantly nodded, was no real way to hide it really at this point. How did I explain it though? What was the word for Abyssal here? Vietnamese and Khmer was similar, right? The brothers had called me something, back when we'd first- Ah! Right.

"Some kids a while ago called me a quy bien? If that helps? I'm probably mispronouncing it horribly..." I said cautiously.

The man said something to the men behind him in Khmer, the word 'Praet' was repeated more than once as I awkwardly stood there, frozen in the act of placing down the plate. I straightened uncertainly as he turned back to me.

"The food near the center is for the ancestors, we held our Bay Ben ritual earlier this morning, when samenera Ton came in to check on the offerings, he found you sleeping in the lap of our Buddha." Oh... That sounded pretty bad.

"The rice and water are yours, however much you need to be sated." What?

"What," I stated more than asked. The old man shrugged.

"That is what it is for, to feed Praet, Hungry Ghosts, like yourself. That they may find relief in the afterlife. It is placed around the other offerings to keep them from stealing from the local's dead relatives." That... Made a certain kind of sense, I guess. I pointed at the plate.

"So I can eat this?" The man nodded. "Sweet."

Lao entered the hall, the local police chief, and a nervous Ha Si following behind her. The station wasn't very large, but had a Drunk-Tank, which the Frigate was now collecting Chitose out of.

Collecting a Kanmusu from a drunk tank. My lord, what had the world come to?

"I swear I was only gone twenty, thirty minutes! Tops!" Ha Si said worriedly in Vietnamese, wringing his hands. " I was just getting the boys settled in and by the time I was back they were gone! They'd been there most of the day!" She just shook her head, she wasn't about to get into a blame-game over it.

"They are sailors Ha Si, I'd honestly be more surprised if the police hadn't been called." The police chief, a large man, glared a bit before speaking.

"Three ran from the bar when we showed up, someone called about a group of drunk hooligans disturbing the peace and acting violent, something about people smashing bottles into each other. This one" He gestured further down the hall. "Was too wasted to do much more than look at us, it was all we could do to get her in the truck. She's a heavy one." Lao smirked slightly at that naive statement, if Chitose had actually had her displacement completely out of sorts, the police Cruiser would have practically exploded under her weight. She didn't need to tell the Chief that, though, and let him continue.

"She gave you as a contact, and after the... Conversation we had earlier, I was able to contact you quickly. After we gave her enough time to sober up" Lao nodded.

"Thank you, sir, my own men collected two of the others, and they'll be facing severe military punishment for their actions." As if, they weren't her ships, she was basically just lying through her teeth to placate the man. It worked, as the man simply nodded and let it go. Which was fantastic, if they had gotten up to half of what they said they'd done...

They finally reached the oversized cell, Chitose sitting on one of the utilitarian benches looking absolutely miserable.

"Really? Chitose? A drunk tank?" Lao couldn't help but rub it in a little. The Tender's head shot up to look at her, then her hands followed as she winced, probably still suffering a hangover.

"My Sister is going to kill meeeeee..." She groaned. Lao simply grinned

"Come on, I already talked things out with the Chief here, and Hakone and Countess are back at the hostel. When you fix yourself up we can hunt down that damn Submarine of yours." Lao said.

Thinking back, this reminds me of that time in Skyrim when I got blackout drunk, sold a stolen goat to a giant, married a Hagraven, and fell asleep fondling the statue of Dibella in Markarth...Luckily Georgia did no fondling of anything here.
Hopefully.