So I've been skiing all week. It was one kick-ass trip. On Wednesday, there
was new snow...knee deep powder. It was totally epic. Much of this chapter
was inspired by it. Especially the drunkenness - and no, I stayed sober. I
view drinking as a recreational activity, not a sport. I guess I'm one of
the few that actually enjoy the taste of alcohol, so I don't drink with
getting drunk in mind. Besides, I have a crazy alcohol tolerance for
someone my size. So I consumed quite a bit. But damn, BC people know how to
party!
You guys know what's really funny? The Wiggles. A bunch of middle-aged British men that sing about things like making fruit salad. I want to kidnap them and keep them in my closet to bring out for laughs.
Today, I saw two pieces of feline roadkill while driving in my car. So sad!
I've decided the trip from Home to Bevelle takes a *very* long time. So there.
My shirt's got a beaver on it. Yeah Roots!
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Auron awoke some time later with another splitting headache. Why was he getting so many lately? He sat up slowly, running his hand through his gray- streaked hair. Though logic and experience told him that alcohol wouldn't help his headache at all, he began to reach for his flask. Good thing he had just gotten that refill. He idly wondered how much he had imbibed. Unfortunately, his question would go permanently unanswered.
His flask was missing from his side. He gave the room a cursory glance, wondering what had happened to the smooth metal cylinder that contained much of his reason for living. 'Yevon help me...I sound like Jecht,' he thought.
He stood slowly, massaging his temples as he thought back, though the pain he was in dulled his mind and senses. He tried to remember the events as they had occurred. He had been talking to the others in the cockpit and they, as always, had been incredibly nosy. It annoyed him that they were so obsessed with the idea of him and Rikku as an item. They wouldn't leave him alone about it. The two of them as a couple was ludicrous. She was only a child, albeit one he was admittedly *very* attracted to. Pursuing a relationship just felt...wrong to him, although if things continued the way they were, he probably wouldn't have much choice in the matter. Rikku tended to be just as pushy as the others, especially when it comes to relationships.
And after all that thinking about Rikku, he really needed a drink. He continued thinking back. After that, he was fairly certain he had gone straight to his present location for the purpose of inebriation. Since he was fairly certain he had attained his goal, the flask should have been present and accounted for.
After assuring that the flask was nowhere to be found, at least within his room, he set off to look for it. He wandered through the ship, heading toward the cockpit. He didn't think he had left it there, but it wouldn't hurt to check.
Of course, it wasn't there. So he continued to scour the ship. He retraced his steps, but found nothing. He wondered if he was going insane. He wandered aimlessly for about an hour, alone with his thoughts and becoming more and more anxious to disembark by the minute. That, or find his damn flask.
He was about to give up his search and attempt to sleep off his hangover when he heard a burp. A loud one. Its source seemed to be from through a door he hadn't noticed prior to that moment. The burp was followed by giggling of a high-pitched variety. At this point, Auron was fairly sure he knew who it was. And he also had his suspicions involving the whereabouts of his flask.
Auron opened the door and saw it lead to a stairwell, though he was unable to discern its occupant. He did, however, smell sake (AN: Or *whatever* it is he drinks...) quite distinctly wafting up toward him. He entered the stairwell and descended a flight of stairs. Upon reaching the bottom, his suspicions were confirmed.
Rikku sat propped against the wall, the flask laying near her and looking suspiciously empty. She looked up at him and giggled, her head swaying slightly and her eyes not focusing.
"He he...I like sake. It's goooood," she said, slurring her words together drunkenly. "Want more, but...all gone!" She smiled at him. "Auron's got good drinks." Auron looked down on her, disbelief etched across his
face.
"What *are* you doing?" he asked her.
"Drinking," she replied, despite the fact that the question was clearly rhetorical. Auron just glared at her as he leaned over to pick up his flask. It *was* completely empty, which was a bad sign. A very bad sign indeed.
***
Talking to a sober Rikku was typically like talking to a wall. Talking to Drunk Rikku...well, it was like taking that wall and ramming your head into it. Repeatedly. Her replies to just about anything Auron said were a) to giggle b) "Sake is gooood" or c) "All gone." Auron quickly decided that this conversation was going nowhere. Ramming your head against a brick wall was seriously lacking in the fun and games department, especially with a hangover involved (AN: And hasn't poor Auron been abused enough in this fic? At least for another couple of chapters...). He decided to bring Drunk Rikku up to her room and keep her away from any more alcohol. He hoisted her up so she was standing with one arm stretched over his shoulders. It was probably uncomfortable for her due to the major difference in height, but Auron was so irritated at the fact that she had consumed all his sake that he didn't much care.
He dragged her up the stairs; in her drunken state she was pretty much a lump of dead weight. She was still giggling and the noise was really beginning to grate on Auron's ears. He sincerely hoped that Cid would not find them in this awkward position. It wasn't very becoming for either party involved. And just then, Tidus wandered by. His eyes widened at the sight of Drunk Rikku. Drunk Rikku giggled.
"Tidus! Are you drunk?" she asked in a sing-song tone while wrinkling her nose. Tidus looked rather dumbfounded.
"Um...no," was his reply.
"Then get drunk! It's fun!" She was squirming in Auron's grasp and he was beginning to loose his grip. He heaved her up again so she didn't end up lying on the floor. Her head lolled to the side. In short, she was completely and totally (AN: Sorry...no other way to say this) *fucking wasted*. And it was not a pretty sight. Auron had a feeling things were gonna get worse.
"What's wrong with her?" Tidus asked Auron.
"Just. Don't. Ask." And Auron dragged her off down the hall.
***
Tidus was torn. To follow, or to report his discovery to the others. Both options were tempting. He couldn't decide. So he ran back to the cockpit, where he found Yuna (ha ha...April Fools! So what if it was yesterday? God, I'm lame.), Kimahri, Wakka, and Lulu. He ran over to them, skidding across the slick floor and crashing into a display panel when he was unable to stop. He picked himself up.
"Rikku," he panted, "with Auron...*drunk*. Went...that way..." He pointed down the hall. The others exchanged a quick glance and then took off in that direction.
***
Auron had completely lost patience with Drunk Rikku. He just didn't feel like dragging her anymore. So he hoisted her up and threw her over his shoulder. She squirmed violently, fighting his grip.
"Lemme go! Or I'll throw a brick at you!"
Somehow, her threat went ignored, probably because there were no bricks on the ship (Auron knew, cause he looked *all* over). He didn't loosen his hold on her at all, so she eventually stopped, flopping against his back. And she felt her stomach gurgle.
It's pretty well known that what goes up must come down. And poor Drunk Rikku was in a position that lead to things, well, coming down. A small person cannot drink a large flask of sake without consequences. And Rikku discovered she had a fairly low alcohol tolerance. So did Auron. The hard way.
"I don't feel so..." Drunk Rikku's statement was cut off by the eruption of the contents of her stomach through her mouth. Most of it ended up on the back of Auron's jacket. It was not a pretty sight at all.
"Ugh...Couldn't you have mentioned you didn't feel well?"
"Oopsies. Sorry. Didn't mean to."
Auron was not amused. And his jacket was disgusting, leaving him little choice.
***
"Look!" exclaimed Tidus, "Auron's taking his clothes off." Brother, who had followed them out of the cockpit, did not look amused.
"He better not try anything with my sister while she's like this! I'll kill him." Brother studied the swordsman's broad shoulders and rippling muscles, now revealed to sight. He realized he really didn't want to mess with Auron. "I'll, uh, tell my father! He'll kill the guy!"
"We won't let anything happen, ya?" said Wakka. "I dun care what Sir Auron does to me! We can't let him hurt Rikku!"
"Kimahri don't think Sir Auron type of person who take advantage of Drunk Rikku."
They continued watching.
***
Unfortunately for the observers, nothing vaguely exciting happened (AN: Cause I have five minutes until I have to get back to school and feel bad that I haven't posted in two weeks.). Auron put Drunk Rikku to bed and thankfully, she immediately fell asleep.
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Great ending, I know. I'm sorry bout that, but I felt bad *not* putting anything up, and I've really got to go...I'm late as it is.
Review! I'm so paranoid, seriously. Every chapter I'm convinced I'm no longer funny. And I take a lack of reviews as a sign that I'm not. I know, I have plenty, but please, if you have any constructive criticism, I'd love it. And besides...so close to that 100 review mark!
You guys know what's really funny? The Wiggles. A bunch of middle-aged British men that sing about things like making fruit salad. I want to kidnap them and keep them in my closet to bring out for laughs.
Today, I saw two pieces of feline roadkill while driving in my car. So sad!
I've decided the trip from Home to Bevelle takes a *very* long time. So there.
My shirt's got a beaver on it. Yeah Roots!
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Auron awoke some time later with another splitting headache. Why was he getting so many lately? He sat up slowly, running his hand through his gray- streaked hair. Though logic and experience told him that alcohol wouldn't help his headache at all, he began to reach for his flask. Good thing he had just gotten that refill. He idly wondered how much he had imbibed. Unfortunately, his question would go permanently unanswered.
His flask was missing from his side. He gave the room a cursory glance, wondering what had happened to the smooth metal cylinder that contained much of his reason for living. 'Yevon help me...I sound like Jecht,' he thought.
He stood slowly, massaging his temples as he thought back, though the pain he was in dulled his mind and senses. He tried to remember the events as they had occurred. He had been talking to the others in the cockpit and they, as always, had been incredibly nosy. It annoyed him that they were so obsessed with the idea of him and Rikku as an item. They wouldn't leave him alone about it. The two of them as a couple was ludicrous. She was only a child, albeit one he was admittedly *very* attracted to. Pursuing a relationship just felt...wrong to him, although if things continued the way they were, he probably wouldn't have much choice in the matter. Rikku tended to be just as pushy as the others, especially when it comes to relationships.
And after all that thinking about Rikku, he really needed a drink. He continued thinking back. After that, he was fairly certain he had gone straight to his present location for the purpose of inebriation. Since he was fairly certain he had attained his goal, the flask should have been present and accounted for.
After assuring that the flask was nowhere to be found, at least within his room, he set off to look for it. He wandered through the ship, heading toward the cockpit. He didn't think he had left it there, but it wouldn't hurt to check.
Of course, it wasn't there. So he continued to scour the ship. He retraced his steps, but found nothing. He wondered if he was going insane. He wandered aimlessly for about an hour, alone with his thoughts and becoming more and more anxious to disembark by the minute. That, or find his damn flask.
He was about to give up his search and attempt to sleep off his hangover when he heard a burp. A loud one. Its source seemed to be from through a door he hadn't noticed prior to that moment. The burp was followed by giggling of a high-pitched variety. At this point, Auron was fairly sure he knew who it was. And he also had his suspicions involving the whereabouts of his flask.
Auron opened the door and saw it lead to a stairwell, though he was unable to discern its occupant. He did, however, smell sake (AN: Or *whatever* it is he drinks...) quite distinctly wafting up toward him. He entered the stairwell and descended a flight of stairs. Upon reaching the bottom, his suspicions were confirmed.
Rikku sat propped against the wall, the flask laying near her and looking suspiciously empty. She looked up at him and giggled, her head swaying slightly and her eyes not focusing.
"He he...I like sake. It's goooood," she said, slurring her words together drunkenly. "Want more, but...all gone!" She smiled at him. "Auron's got good drinks." Auron looked down on her, disbelief etched across his
face.
"What *are* you doing?" he asked her.
"Drinking," she replied, despite the fact that the question was clearly rhetorical. Auron just glared at her as he leaned over to pick up his flask. It *was* completely empty, which was a bad sign. A very bad sign indeed.
***
Talking to a sober Rikku was typically like talking to a wall. Talking to Drunk Rikku...well, it was like taking that wall and ramming your head into it. Repeatedly. Her replies to just about anything Auron said were a) to giggle b) "Sake is gooood" or c) "All gone." Auron quickly decided that this conversation was going nowhere. Ramming your head against a brick wall was seriously lacking in the fun and games department, especially with a hangover involved (AN: And hasn't poor Auron been abused enough in this fic? At least for another couple of chapters...). He decided to bring Drunk Rikku up to her room and keep her away from any more alcohol. He hoisted her up so she was standing with one arm stretched over his shoulders. It was probably uncomfortable for her due to the major difference in height, but Auron was so irritated at the fact that she had consumed all his sake that he didn't much care.
He dragged her up the stairs; in her drunken state she was pretty much a lump of dead weight. She was still giggling and the noise was really beginning to grate on Auron's ears. He sincerely hoped that Cid would not find them in this awkward position. It wasn't very becoming for either party involved. And just then, Tidus wandered by. His eyes widened at the sight of Drunk Rikku. Drunk Rikku giggled.
"Tidus! Are you drunk?" she asked in a sing-song tone while wrinkling her nose. Tidus looked rather dumbfounded.
"Um...no," was his reply.
"Then get drunk! It's fun!" She was squirming in Auron's grasp and he was beginning to loose his grip. He heaved her up again so she didn't end up lying on the floor. Her head lolled to the side. In short, she was completely and totally (AN: Sorry...no other way to say this) *fucking wasted*. And it was not a pretty sight. Auron had a feeling things were gonna get worse.
"What's wrong with her?" Tidus asked Auron.
"Just. Don't. Ask." And Auron dragged her off down the hall.
***
Tidus was torn. To follow, or to report his discovery to the others. Both options were tempting. He couldn't decide. So he ran back to the cockpit, where he found Yuna (ha ha...April Fools! So what if it was yesterday? God, I'm lame.), Kimahri, Wakka, and Lulu. He ran over to them, skidding across the slick floor and crashing into a display panel when he was unable to stop. He picked himself up.
"Rikku," he panted, "with Auron...*drunk*. Went...that way..." He pointed down the hall. The others exchanged a quick glance and then took off in that direction.
***
Auron had completely lost patience with Drunk Rikku. He just didn't feel like dragging her anymore. So he hoisted her up and threw her over his shoulder. She squirmed violently, fighting his grip.
"Lemme go! Or I'll throw a brick at you!"
Somehow, her threat went ignored, probably because there were no bricks on the ship (Auron knew, cause he looked *all* over). He didn't loosen his hold on her at all, so she eventually stopped, flopping against his back. And she felt her stomach gurgle.
It's pretty well known that what goes up must come down. And poor Drunk Rikku was in a position that lead to things, well, coming down. A small person cannot drink a large flask of sake without consequences. And Rikku discovered she had a fairly low alcohol tolerance. So did Auron. The hard way.
"I don't feel so..." Drunk Rikku's statement was cut off by the eruption of the contents of her stomach through her mouth. Most of it ended up on the back of Auron's jacket. It was not a pretty sight at all.
"Ugh...Couldn't you have mentioned you didn't feel well?"
"Oopsies. Sorry. Didn't mean to."
Auron was not amused. And his jacket was disgusting, leaving him little choice.
***
"Look!" exclaimed Tidus, "Auron's taking his clothes off." Brother, who had followed them out of the cockpit, did not look amused.
"He better not try anything with my sister while she's like this! I'll kill him." Brother studied the swordsman's broad shoulders and rippling muscles, now revealed to sight. He realized he really didn't want to mess with Auron. "I'll, uh, tell my father! He'll kill the guy!"
"We won't let anything happen, ya?" said Wakka. "I dun care what Sir Auron does to me! We can't let him hurt Rikku!"
"Kimahri don't think Sir Auron type of person who take advantage of Drunk Rikku."
They continued watching.
***
Unfortunately for the observers, nothing vaguely exciting happened (AN: Cause I have five minutes until I have to get back to school and feel bad that I haven't posted in two weeks.). Auron put Drunk Rikku to bed and thankfully, she immediately fell asleep.
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Great ending, I know. I'm sorry bout that, but I felt bad *not* putting anything up, and I've really got to go...I'm late as it is.
Review! I'm so paranoid, seriously. Every chapter I'm convinced I'm no longer funny. And I take a lack of reviews as a sign that I'm not. I know, I have plenty, but please, if you have any constructive criticism, I'd love it. And besides...so close to that 100 review mark!