Aftermath
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Geh... never again. Never again will I allow Quatre to convince me
that Rashid makes the best mixed drinks. I swear, that boy is just
too innocent for his own good, even when he's being devious. That
was my first New Year's Resolution. The other is to find out whose
underwear is hanging off my foot. The only reason I know it isn't
mine is because I don't wear any. It's bad when it takes me a few
minutes to figure out why it's so dark, especially when it's because
my eyes are closed. It's even worse when opening my eyes makes the
room start to defy every law of physics known to man.
Memo to me. No more Arabic drinks at parties.
My head hitting the pillow again hurts more than lifting it did, then
I realize it's because there is no pillow there and I think I just
cracked the side of the coffee table. Wait a minute... I don't own a
coffee table. I'd smack myself in the head if I weren't sure that
would be my REAL bad move for the day. The party wasn't at my place,
it was at Quatre's. Hence Rashid and the time bombs from hell
disguised as drinks.
Sitting up again... or trying to. A low rumbling noise fills my
ears, almost deafening in its intensity. Wincing, I try to bring my
hands up to my ears, wind up back on the floor again, and then it
hits me that I was hearing myself groan as my body protested movement
this early in the morning. Morning? Nah, can't be. I crack one eye
just enough to catch sight of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that
cover one wall of the estate's living room. Nope, too bright to be
morning. The fact that I was able to figure that out in my current
state is a relief... at least I'm not THAT far gone. However, my
train of thought seems to be derailing itself far too easily and I'm
not sure if I like this or not.
Okay... they can have the Arabic drinks, I'll just stick to club soda
or something.
I have to get up. I'm sure of this because alcohol seems to have an
amazing effect on my bladder, making it half its normal size. I'm
just praying that I remember where the bathroom is and that there's
one nearby. There's GOT to be one down here, right? As I go to roll
over, though, I find myself not going very far. My entire left side
won't budge. Panic hits then, and my eyes snap open wide. I must
have fallen at the party, hit my head and now I've somehow managed to
paralyze my entire left side!
That's when the rational part of my brain kicks in and reminds me
that such a thing would likely be impossible to do, and even if it
were possible, I wouldn't have been able to pull it off by hitting a
coffee table in a drunken stupor. Besides, someone would have at
least picked me up.
It's amazing how sober you can get when something like that crosses
your mind... but it's nothing compared to the wake up call I got when
I looked to see what was pinning me to my left. I think my eyes got
as wide as saucers, and I'm pretty positive every hair on my body
stood up. It's frightening really. I hadn't expected to pass out on
the floor... I hadn't expected to wake up well past noon... and I
sure as HELL hadn't expected to wake up with someone curled against
me like I was a body pillow. Stunned is not the word.
A muffled groan let me know that I wasn't the only one having
troubles this morning, but I couldn't bring myself to look away at
all. I think shock was permanently etched on my face, and my voice
deserted me altogether. I found a pair of soft brown eyes looking
back at me. The only comfort I had was that those eyes held the same
amount of sheer surprise as I'm sure mine did.
"Good morning... Heero." I heard, half whispered as realization
slowly hit the both of us. That's IT. Next new years, I'm just
staying my ass at home. Permanently. No more Preventers parties for
me. That's my LAST new years resolution!
"Ohayo... Lady Une..."
* * *
TBC
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Geh... never again. Never again will I allow Quatre to convince me
that Rashid makes the best mixed drinks. I swear, that boy is just
too innocent for his own good, even when he's being devious. That
was my first New Year's Resolution. The other is to find out whose
underwear is hanging off my foot. The only reason I know it isn't
mine is because I don't wear any. It's bad when it takes me a few
minutes to figure out why it's so dark, especially when it's because
my eyes are closed. It's even worse when opening my eyes makes the
room start to defy every law of physics known to man.
Memo to me. No more Arabic drinks at parties.
My head hitting the pillow again hurts more than lifting it did, then
I realize it's because there is no pillow there and I think I just
cracked the side of the coffee table. Wait a minute... I don't own a
coffee table. I'd smack myself in the head if I weren't sure that
would be my REAL bad move for the day. The party wasn't at my place,
it was at Quatre's. Hence Rashid and the time bombs from hell
disguised as drinks.
Sitting up again... or trying to. A low rumbling noise fills my
ears, almost deafening in its intensity. Wincing, I try to bring my
hands up to my ears, wind up back on the floor again, and then it
hits me that I was hearing myself groan as my body protested movement
this early in the morning. Morning? Nah, can't be. I crack one eye
just enough to catch sight of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that
cover one wall of the estate's living room. Nope, too bright to be
morning. The fact that I was able to figure that out in my current
state is a relief... at least I'm not THAT far gone. However, my
train of thought seems to be derailing itself far too easily and I'm
not sure if I like this or not.
Okay... they can have the Arabic drinks, I'll just stick to club soda
or something.
I have to get up. I'm sure of this because alcohol seems to have an
amazing effect on my bladder, making it half its normal size. I'm
just praying that I remember where the bathroom is and that there's
one nearby. There's GOT to be one down here, right? As I go to roll
over, though, I find myself not going very far. My entire left side
won't budge. Panic hits then, and my eyes snap open wide. I must
have fallen at the party, hit my head and now I've somehow managed to
paralyze my entire left side!
That's when the rational part of my brain kicks in and reminds me
that such a thing would likely be impossible to do, and even if it
were possible, I wouldn't have been able to pull it off by hitting a
coffee table in a drunken stupor. Besides, someone would have at
least picked me up.
It's amazing how sober you can get when something like that crosses
your mind... but it's nothing compared to the wake up call I got when
I looked to see what was pinning me to my left. I think my eyes got
as wide as saucers, and I'm pretty positive every hair on my body
stood up. It's frightening really. I hadn't expected to pass out on
the floor... I hadn't expected to wake up well past noon... and I
sure as HELL hadn't expected to wake up with someone curled against
me like I was a body pillow. Stunned is not the word.
A muffled groan let me know that I wasn't the only one having
troubles this morning, but I couldn't bring myself to look away at
all. I think shock was permanently etched on my face, and my voice
deserted me altogether. I found a pair of soft brown eyes looking
back at me. The only comfort I had was that those eyes held the same
amount of sheer surprise as I'm sure mine did.
"Good morning... Heero." I heard, half whispered as realization
slowly hit the both of us. That's IT. Next new years, I'm just
staying my ass at home. Permanently. No more Preventers parties for
me. That's my LAST new years resolution!
"Ohayo... Lady Une..."
* * *
TBC