MS

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Ask Me To

Chapter 1 : Time to Roll

Midii sat at the bar reaching for her glass, a half bottle of whiskey by her side. She reached for the bottle, missing the first couples of times but finally getting her hands on it. She poured some more into her cup and drank it straight up. She sat there at the far end of the bar on the last stool alone in her blue faded jeans and her preventers' jacket.

Her mind tried to recall why she was here in the first place and left her grimacing as she remembered. Damn it, she could never get it right. Everything that she planned on doing and getting never came. He was so blind or maybe he'd just chosen not to see. She was deep in her thoughts when another woman sat beside her, not making any comment at all.

"Give me a beer," she ordered the bartender and slumped on the chair in the same manner as Midii. She looked around as if looking for something that might be hidden and her eyes came to Midii without making any connections.

"You're a preventer," she said drinking some of the beer.

"Yeah, so," countered Midii taking another whiskey in her.

"Nothing, nothing," the other blond girl replied.

Midii concentrated her eyes on the woman beside her. She seemed familiar to her in some way. Her blond hair was carefully put in a braid with slacks on and by her ring; Midii could tell that she was from money. The way she held herself beside her also made quite a contrast between the two women.

"You know, you seem familiar," Midii spoke, knowing full well that she didn't want to have a conversation with anyone.

"A lot of people tell me that," the other woman fidgeted nervously, pulling on a cap she'd been holding in her hand. A preventer officer wasn't that stupid as to not make the connection even if she was drunk, or almost drunk. It had been a mistake to sit down beside her.

Midii concentrated harder; her eyes came into light as she made a match with that face. No, it couldn't be her. She would never be in a place like this. She shook her head as if to stop the thoughts that kept creeping into her brain. Or would she?

Her gaze came back to the woman who looked as miserable as her and maybe even having the same problems that she was having. But, no, it couldn't be who her brain was telling her. There was no way that she would be here, no way.

The woman beside her saw as Midii looked her over trying to make a face. It was too late to run now. In the end, the company of someone from her rank would be beneficial if the media ever got wind of it. Midii turned to her with her glass in one hand and the whiskey bottle on the other pouring some more into it.

"I can't believe what my eyes are seeing," she muttered to herself loud enough for the other woman to hear.

"What are your eyes seeing?" she asked with a monotone voice waiting for the other shoe to drop. She didn't have to wait long.

"Relena Peacecraft in a bar drinking beer," responded Midii smirking in a lopsided way that spoke of her current state of inebriation. Relena closed her eyes as if trying to get rid of a very bad migraine as Midii continued, "And wanting to get drunk might I add."

"I wish," Relena muttered herself. "But I think just one drink is going to have to be enough for me."

"Pity. So, what brings you here?" Midii was inquisitive by nature and usually if someone went into a bar with the type of expression currently showing, you'd want to ask as well.

"Troubles like all the other human beings in this world," Relena answered taking another drink of her now almost finished beer.

"Well, can you say what does problems may be?" asked Midii motioning for another bottle of whiskey from the bartender. She asked for another glass too, and Relena simply smiled.

"Stress," began Relena counting with her fingers. "An inconsiderate brother who stuck me with the running of a country, a stone man for a bodyguard who doesn't get me," Relena let her eyes travel to the woman beside her. "I got a lot of them."

Midii grinned in return. Even royalty and high classes had to deal with problems like everyday people; even more so in the young woman's position. Relena accepted the drink she offered and drank it straight up. Her expression soured for a few seconds before she settled the small glass on the counter.

"And what are you doing here, um..." her hands moved as if giving a clue to her not knowing the name.

"Midii," she offered her name, letting her hand go up and to the princess who took it smiling as an introduction. "Midii Une."

"Well, Midii," Relena used her name pointedly. "What are you doing here?"

"Wow, I was expecting that. To be truthful, I would have to say that my problems seem to mirror yours somewhat. I have a wonderful job that keeps me busy, which is good for me and I have a good living considering that it's a steady paycheck for me. What I despise is dealing with my current partner that takes every opportunity to get on my bad side. I asked for a change or transfer but they say that it can't be approved for some asinine reason. To add to that then I also have man problems. He's either totally clueless or chooses not to see what's in front of him. I've never been able to cope with emotional tangles well. Sometimes, I just want to kill him." Midii's hands made a circle, moving them as if chocking someone.

Relena laughed, her cheeks red from the alcohol and her fingers unbuttoning the first buttons of her blouse. Her white lacy bra was visible to her companion. The drink had a way of warming up the body.

"My job is exhausting and I need a break from it," Relena volunteered to overtake the silence. "I think that my bodyguard really couldn't care any less about my actual feelings unless they would somehow involve preventing any change to the itinerary for the day. Everyone, people we haven't known that much and personal friends keep telling me how much he feels for me, and really I think that if he really didn't care a bit for me he wouldn't have actually taken the job, but hell, I'm only human and I can only wait so long. I'm 23 for God's sake. I've been waiting 8 years concentrating on the world and what was needed, but enough is enough."

"I agree," Midii interrupted her, raising the glass to her lips, the bottle already containing only half of its original liquid. "Those guys need to get a clue that we're not just going to be sitting there waiting for them to decide the appropriate time."

"So what's his name?" asked Relena turning to the commiserating woman beside her.

"Trowa Barton," Midii drunk another glass quickly, already accustomed to the burning sensation it caused at her throat.

Relena snorted at the name, ending in a fit of giggles. "No wonder, another Gundam pilot." Midii laughed at the response, the alcohol evident in their mannerisms.

They both continued to talk about their respective men who seemed to be the center of their worries. They both finished the bottle at a slower pace, letting their minds concentrate on the conversation.

"I'm crazy enough to disappear for a while and have Heero do the job for me," Relena outright laughed at the ludicrous statement. "You imagine Heero Yuy, Gundam pilot, Preventer officer, in charge of the personal security of the Vice-Minister in those conferences, he'd simply point the gun at the other people and get them all to agree whether they want to or not."

"Uh-huh," Midii finished her last drink for the night. She'd moped enough. Her head was banging from all the alcohol she consumed. "You know, you should disappear for a while," Midii's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Let's see what will happen if you disappeared without a trace."

"Won't work," disputed Relena. "I'd have Heero Yuy zeroing in behind me a couple of hours later. He'd find me in a heartbeat."

"Not if you have a professional spy and preventer with you to assist," Midii smirked as she let the statement sink in.

"You'd go with me?" Relena couldn't believe it. "What about your job?"

"Who cares about my job," Midii snorted at the thought of her not showing up tomorrow at work. It would break so many hearts to have her perfect attendance record broken and no news whatsoever of her whereabouts. "No one will miss me not being there as long as I notify my superior." She was more than sure that Lady Une would begrudge her a small break, even though it was a sudden desire.

Midii waited for an answer from Relena. "So, what do you say?"

"I don't know, I don't think I'd like to risk all that can happen. I'm aware of my actual position in the world and my responsibilities. I didn't do such a childish act when I was younger and I don't think I could justify doing it at my age."

"More reason to be able to do it now. What do you think would actually happen if you were out of your office for a week? The world has to function without you or then how would you know you've made the strides you've been fighting for the last 8 years," Midii's shoulders came up. "You have to take a risk once in a while."

Relena's brows came together in thought, the alcohol not really helping with her train of thoughts.

"Let's do it," she simply answered as she got her purse and left a big bill in the table taking Midii by the arm before she changed her mind. "You have a car?"

"Yes," Midii got out her keys from her jean pocket. They entered the parking lot and entered a silver Mercedes. She placed a light and small pill in her mouth and after a few minutes placed the car in gear. In a swift movement, they were on the road to the unknown.

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Oh goodness, I just realized that I had an inebriated person drive at the end of the chapter. How irresponsible of me. I'll be rewriting this to hopefully improve the writing style that has changed for me in the last couple of years. Thanks to everyone who read it so many years ago and to those who might stumble onto it now.

MS