I looked at Seifer on the bed, snoring soundly with remains of my gift still on his pants. I cringed my nose; I was still covered in Seifer's…ugh…vomit. "Stupid blubbering idiot…" I grumbled under my breath as I walked into the bathroom to change.
After I freshened up, I took a small towel, moistened it with a good amount of water, and kneeled next to Seifer, wringing the wet towel over his face to wake him up.
Without warning he sprung up immediately and his head harshly hit mine and I fell on the floor.
"Ugh, you idiot!"
Seifer placed his hand on his forehead. "My head……it hurts."
"Well, of course, Seifer, from your hangover and from hitting me on the head."
Seifer looked over the bed and cocked his head to one side. "What are you doing on the floor? How did I get here? I was at the bar…"
I stood up and brushed myself to rid of dust. "After your horrible display at the bar, you blacked out. I had to suffer and drag your drunk, heavy ass back to the motel."
"What the hell?" He looked at his pants. "I threw up on myself?"
I chuckled. "You threw up on me, and I took the liberty to throw up on you," I handed him the towel. "Here, go wash up for Hyne's sake. You smell terrible."
"Well, this is your shit on me," he smirked and went into the bathroom.
I rolled my eyes and plopped onto the bed. "Do you suppose the train to Galbadia should be here by now?" I asked.
"How the hell am I supposed to know? Go check," he answered behind the door, followed by some subtle grumbling concerning the ruining of his new black pants.
"Fine. But when I'm gone, you better not go anywhere."
"C'mon, Quistis. Don't you trust me?"
I walked over to a metal chair, grabbed it, and stuck it under the doorknob of the bathroom door. "Apparently, no," I said under my breath. "I'll be right back." I exited the room.
Seifer attempted to open the door only to find it stuck. "…What the hell? Quistis, the door's stuck. Open it, will ya?" He tried the door again. "Quistis?! Did you just lock me in here? Damn it! I'm gonna suffocate in here from the fucking smell of your fucking vomit!"
~*~
Shielding the afternoon sun from my eyes, I scanned the train station for an information kiosk and spotted one a few feet away.
"Excuse me," I said blindly to a person behind the window. Damn the glare…I can hardly see a thing inside. I squinted hard and placed my hand over the eyes.
"Yes?" A raspy female voice came from behind the glass.
"Could you tell me when does the train to Galbadia arrive today?"
There was a soft sound of some scuffling papers and some typing on the keyboard. "5 PM," the woman finally said. I looked at my watch.
"It's only 4 o' clock," I said to myself. I squinted at the window. "Thank you."
We still have some time left, I thought to myself. I hope Seifer isn't angry with me for locking him up. I giggled at a vision of him popping a vein in his neck trying to open the door. "Served him right for being such a dick."
I took my time walking back to the motel, stopping occasionally to look at little tidbits from item carts.
As I walked into our motel room, Seifer was sitting on the bed, his arms crossed against his chest with a rather angry face.
"How did you get out?" I closed the door behind me, surprised that he was out. He motioned his head to his left side where the bathroom door is…or was.
"You broke the door down?!"
"Hmph. I didn't want to suffocate from your crap."
I sighed. "At least you stayed here," I looked at my watch. "The train will be arriving in thirty minutes. Start packing up."
~*~
"I'm hungry."
"You've been saying that for fifteen minutes. Why don't you go to the dining area and get yourself some food? You're starting to irritate me."
"Why Quistis, I wasn't irritating you before? How well I've been."
"It's Instructor to you, Almasy."
He stood up. "Hmph. Whatever. I'm getting something to eat." He exited out the compartment.
Lazily, I walked up to the window and leaned against the sill. It'll be four more hours until we would arrive in Galbadia. Balamb Garden and Galbadia Garden had been rivals ever since the fall of Sorceress Edea.
"We have to disguise ourselves," I said quietly to myself. Seifer and I would look too suspicious in our battle outfits.
A noise stirred behind me, and I turned around. Seifer just came back, a whole handful of goodies in his hand.
"Pig," I muttered under my breath. Seifer turned my way.
"What's that?"
"Ah, nothing."
Seifer shrugged it off and sat on the bed, stuffing Hyne-knows-what into his face. Seifer does look different if he has brown hair…or maybe black…that would be a good disguise. A small grin slipped on my face and I walked before him, back and forth, eyeing him like a human vulture.
"What are you doing?" Seifer asked, obviously paranoid.
"You know, you'd look good with black hair. Has anybody told you that?"
"…"
TBC