Walking around the crowded streets of Alexandria, Zidane couldn't help wishing that he hadn't done what he had did to Garnet. Sure, he liked her and everything but still…he had practically stolen that kiss from her and at the same time declared his love.

Love.
Thinking about it now, he cursed himself three times over for even blurting it out. 'What in the hell was I thinking!?' He thought as he walked into the closest tavern that he saw. Zidane went up to the counter and immediately ordered shots of vodka. Tonight was going to be a long night and for once, maybe alcohol could maybe fix it. Sure, he had just turned the legal drinking age in this city, but back at Lindbulm, he had acquired the taste at a younger age. Tonight was definitely going to be a long night.
'Here's to be being an idiot.'
And with that, he drowned the heady substance in one gulp and happily enjoyed the warm almost burning sensation that quickly went down his throat.

She hadn't done something like this in a long time, definitely not since the night she had first 'ran away' from her country and home. She was happy to find that her old clothes still could fit her though. The orangeish-yellow jump suit and white shirt had to be dug out of the back of her wardrobe and the boots were borrowed from Beatrix, but it would do fine. Removing her make up and the silver tiara was the final thing she did before leaving the castle as fast as she could.
The guards paid her no heed, as she went to the dock and ordered that they immediately take her to the city. Though the trip was short, the terrified guard, though tired had gotten her to the other side quite quickly, making the trip short, but it felt like an eternity to the raven haired girl.

What had been Zidane thinking? Hadn't she been thinking kissing him back!? She wasn't a normal woman now, no, she was queen and queens were not suppose to be going around kissing her subjects.
Was that all he was to her? Just a subject to follow her every beck and call?
'No he's something more than that.' She scolded herself.

Of course he was something more than just a subject. She had been with him when the world was about to end. With him and the others, she was able to help in saving the world. With a look of determination, the yound ruler stepped out of the boat and walked into the spaceous area of the open air market and frowned.
Where was she going to find Zidane?

He downed another shot. The alcohol level in his blood was high and he knew he probably just reached his limit. Maybe it was the sound of his slurred voice as he called out for more that made him think that, but he continued, this time something even stronger. The bartender just laugh and went get his beverage. It was probably darker out now, though not close to midnight, probably in between evening and that time. His tail waved to and fro idly as he waited for the drink to come, taking note that more people were coming in.
His habit of studying people, averaging out how much they carried and what they probably had never seemed to die in the young thief. He smirked and chuckled quietly to himself as he had guessed correctly about the person next to him. At least he was right most of the time when it came to things like that...unlike his luck at other matters.

Receiving a glass of liquor, he looked up at the bartender wondering why he didn't get denied the shot.
"Seems like you need it kid."
He rolled his eyes and began to drink the liquid, liking the feel of the ice cubs in the cup as they touched his lips. He inhaled the drink and set the shot glass down, resting his upper body on the grimy bar top, his head nestled on his arms. He drifted off, deep in thought for a while before getting a rude awakening. A feminine hand softly place its self on his knee, manicured fingernails slightly pressing into his flesh.

He glanced over to her, taking in her flaming red hair and green eyes of average looking girl. The girl leaned forward, and whispered into his ear.

"Haven't seen a pretty boy like you here before. You don't seem to come here often." She quietly purred, her breath smelled of oranges, immediately waking him up from his daze. He sat up quickly, much to her surprise and practically shoved her out of her stool, his gaze hardened though he was slightly tipsy.
Glaring at her, he stretch, then ordered another drink. Ignoring the girl throwing insults at him and barging out of the tavern, the bartender just laughed and handed him another drink.

"Time?" His voice slurred almost painfully to his ears and the bartender just shook his head and laughed to himself again.

"10:00." The barkeep replied.

He had been in the tavern for two hours now, time didn't seem to have flown by but it hadn't been crawling either. He coughed as his senses finally picked up the fine haze of smoke that had descended due to the other customers.

Oh well, bottoms up.

Garnet had been searching for hours and she seen no sign of Zidane. She asked the locals and some of his friends and yet no one seemed to no where he was. Some even commented that he 'ought to be with her,' which made her blush slightly.
What happened back at the palace had replayed in her mind over and over. The feeling of that single kiss being right hadn't faded at all. She almost felt like she was freezing...she missed the warmth she felt when he was near.

Garnet rethought were she stood on the grounds of Zidane just being another peon in her great kingdom of people and warriors alike. She move over to a small bench and sat, reprocessing what had happened earlier. As she thought of the events leading up to the kiss, she felt the unfamiliar sensation of butterflies, but when it got to the part of him leaving, she felt it disappear and leave a deadened weight in her heart.
"Zidane…I…" She muttered softly to herself before noticing people were looking at her. The raven haired girl stood, deciding to walk around a bit, hoping to clear her mind and find Zidane at the same time.

After a few more minutes of drifting through the crowds, she heard a loud commotion outside of a tavern. It appeared some woman was furious about something and was yelling at what appeared to be her companion.

"Kill that ungrateful monkey thing ok!? No one denies me!! He bloody well threatened me and you just sit there on your ass and didn't even care!?" The red head screeched.

By then, the woman's face had turned scarlet and she yelled out in frustration. Garnet ignored the rest of the cursing and the woman making a fool of herself in general as she focused on the three things that she had provided.
'Ungrateful monkey thing…? Zidane!'

Summing up the fact that Zidane had to be the only 'ungrateful monkey thing', Garnet looked for a way to get into the tavern without having to confront the woman. Her tantrum was blocking the entrance of the door...most likely enraging the woman further if she tried to enter the bar. She would just have to wait a little longer to get to her friend. She shook her head and smiled to herself.
'No...My new suitor...that is, if he still feels something for me…'