Blind Love, Chapter 4:
"What *Do* You Do With A Drunken Sailor?"
'Closed due to repairs.'
Cid read the sigh on the door to their favorite pub.
"It wasn't my fault!" Protested Cid in return to Vincent's harsh glare, "I'm sure it doesn't take a whole week to fix a $#%# window!"
They started back to the car,
"A window, and two chairs, and that table you threw out the window-"
"Oh, shut up you- you... Not dancing person!"
"I don't like loud music."
Again, they hopped in the car and drove away.
"It's a pub, what is there more in it then loud music? And it's not that loud..."
Vincent ran his claw through his jet black hair,
"I have an idea, Cid, take the loudness of the music as you hear it, and doubled it by a bit more then two times. That's how loud I hear it."
"Auch."
"Quite."
"Then why do you go with me if it's so disturbing?"
"I can manage. And besides-" he turned to Cid with a smile, "It's too much fun to see you raving drunk to miss."
Cid can't hold his drink very well.
Definitely.
Cid parked near a Kareoke bar.
Vincent asked whether he was insane or just trying to kill him.
Cid complained that Vincent's just a big pansy.
Vincent protested loudly, as Cid dragged him in, that he has really sensitive hearing and hearing Kareoke might kill him or tear his eardrums.
"My oH MYYY!- DeliLa!!! My oH MYYYYYYY!- DelilAAAA!"
Vincent moaned and banged his head on the counter.
"Stop ya'r whinin'" Cid blurted out as he downed his tenth beer.
"I hate being the designated driver when we go to places like this- I could use a drink right now..."
"Ya'r just complainin' 'bout thingies now..." Cid emptied another glass.
"-OOOoooOOOOOo- DelilAAAA!-"
"I like it when ya'r drunk," Cid said, poring himself another drink.
"How come?"
"Ya start talkin' and blabberin' 'bout 'nythin' that somone asksksks ya"
Vincent looked distressed with the news,
"I do? What did I say?"
"A lot o' things... I don' remember now right..."
"Just give an example."
"Ummm... like, ya told me that your first girlfriend was a girl named Lili..." Cid was deep in the eleventh beer.
"Anything else?"
"Ya told me ya were abused as a kid..."
"...DeLLLIIILAaaaaa!!!"
Vincent slightly blushed,
"I actually told you that?"
"Yup, 'twas 'bout in the fifteenthhhh glass of 'martini night'..."
"I remember the hangover of that..." Vincent shuddered with the memory. Then he added passionately, "If that person's going to sing one more note- I'm going to shoot him straight through the head!"
Cid leaned closer to Vincent in order to ask him quietly, but almost shouted the words,
"Ya got yar gun with ya? here?"
Vincent shushed him, and looked around in case someone noticed, no one did.
"I always carry it. I never leave the house without it."
"DE-LI-LLAAAAAAA!!!"
Vincent took in one draught his orange juice to calm his nerves, he then banged his head on the counter again and tried to hide under his arms.
Someone tapped his arm, he peaked who it was.
"Oh, hello." He said,
"Hiya, hunk," said that girl from the Golden Saucer bar.
Vincent gulped, he thought he got rid of her the last time.
"Sorry I ran on ya last time- What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"
Vincent loosened his collar, all the cloth the covered her body put together could hardly match the amount of cloth of Vincent's glove.
"What do ya do with a drunkn' sail-oOOoOoor?" sang an unknown, yet familiar sounding voice.
"I...I... I-... -'M with him..." he pointed at Cid behind him.
"With who?" She asked. Vincent was secretly happy that he wasn't wearing a tie this time.
"With him-" Or the person known as Sydney Highwind that was supposed to be sitting there. "Where the-"
Vincent spotted Cid.
He was on stage.
With nothing but his red striped Boxers.
He was singing.
Horribly.
"-Early inthe morrrrrrrrrrrr-niN'?!!?!?!"
"Him" Vincent pointed with a sly smile.
That got rid of her rather quickly.
'What a Kodak moment...' Vincent mussed dreamily, wishing he had his camera with him so he could hold it against Cid for as long as they both shall live.
"What doya dooooo witha drunkn' SAAAil-or?
WhAaaaaaAAAt doya DooOOooo witha drunkn' sai-looooor?
Earrrrrly IN the morrrrr-nin'??!!?!?!"
Cid could dance quite well when drunk out of his senses.
'NOT.' Vincent added.
Vincent let Cid embarrass himself a bit longer before he decided to take him home. Something about half an hour longer.
At long last, Vincent couldn't take the singing anymore and dragged Cid outside the bar, the later still singing at the top of his lungs.
"WHHHHAAAAT DOOOO YAAA D-Urk!"
Vincent looked away. Good thing he got Cid out of there when he did.
*urk!!*
Vincent nodded his head in dismay,
" 'What *do* you do with a drunken, old pilot, really late at nai-ait.' " he hummed,
"technically, I'm younger then ya are- so shut yar yap."
Cid hissed before returning to his occupation.
Vincent waited patiently.
This really reminded him of his Turks days. He used to love getting sloshed and puking the night away afterwards.
He used to come to bars with the other Turks and they would usually end up beating each other. At least until he became Captain, then he had to be all respectable and 'designated driver' all the time.
If all the Turks get together one day, they could write a great book on how to hide the hangover from bosses, how to sneak away from the headquarters and sneaking back in, all while in a drunken stupor.
You can't imagine how hard it is to aim a marksmen's rifle at someone's head when your own is threatening to go on strike.
Vincent's ears buzzed.
Some crickets creaked by.
A tranquil silence.
"Cid I- Cid? What the-"
"EarLLY in The MOR-Nin'!!"
"Ackk!"
Vincent ran in again and fetched Cid before he'll hurt himself (or others will hurt him, with his singing.).
The door opened ajar.
A ruby red eye peeked cautiously in.
"I can't believe Shera tried to lock us out..." Vincent whispered, "The coast's clear, Cid."
Silence.
"Cid? -Oh..."
The dark silhouette disappeared from the crack in the door only to reappear a moment later. Vincent pushed the door open with his foot, supporting the stuporfied Cid.
"Ugh.... I don't feel so hot..." Cid murmured.
Vincent half helped, half dragged Cid across the living room,
"You're not supposed too- After drinking over twenty beers."
"nineteen point five!" Cid protested weakly.
"Whatever... Geesh Cid, you could at least try and help me help you to your room."
Cid tried to remember how do you use 'Legs'. He considered them a grand novelty right now. The result almost tripped Vincent.
"Just... Just let me do the walking, you drunken...."
"Sailor?" Asked Cid hopefully, his mind deciding to go for a long walk away from his head.
"Nooo...." Vincent cautiously replied, opening Cid's door with his foot as well.
After carefully placing the drunken pilot in his bed, Vincent went to his room, slipped into his pajama pants and conked out on his bed.
He had nightmares of frightening women with minimal clothing.