As always i am SO sorry for the length of time that it has taken me to update this. As i have no doubt complained of before, school has restarted recently and being in the last year of college has me very busy with university hunting, planning, work and coming exams. As such i hope you will understand why my record has been lax recently. Anyway, better late than never huh? So here it is, the fifth installment of Bunker Fever, and please keep ideas coming for other tortures-ahem-"Entertainment", we can put them through.
Oh, and due to demand i shall be keeping my stories, since no one wants them and everyone says i should keep them.
This chapter felt a little risque to me, ME who wrote Kirika in heat? But still, it did, so sorry if it was a little too much.
My laptop has died again... so back to my PC with the lack of a spellcheck.
Chapter 5 - Alcohol... The Author does not Advocate under age drinking. Does it. But does not advocate it.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Kirika carefully asked, making sure to keep any kind of accusation from her voice. It was not wise to aggravate a bored, blonde, Corsican assassin. Specified blonde currently had numerous bottle of various designs and colour spread out over the counter. She was still rummaging for more.
"Of course I do!" Came the instant reply, somewhat muffled by the fact that the speaker had her head in a cabinet.
Are you sure? Kirika wanted to ask, but didn't, because; 1) She didn't want a condescending reply. 2) Would Mireille's lack of expertise even phase her? 3) That much speech from Kirika in less than a minute tended to make people nervous.
I feel like something is about to go wrong. As if a heavy object is suspended above my head... Kirika mentally berated herself for actually looking... Few things in life truly frightened Kirika, but Mireille's sense of humour was near the top. Right above cotton wool... Kirika repressed a quick shudder... Brrr... cotton wool...
However, Mireille is bored, and it is but a matter of time before it falls... probably a huge metal weight, and right on my head.
If anything this time with Mireille had managed to make her even more cynical.
"Well I think we have everything we need here!" Mireille happily exclaimed, depositing three more bottle on the side, as one wobbled and teetered Kirika quickly reached out and steadied it. Unintentionally reading the label at the same time.
"Alcohol content 40!(Gin)! Mireille!" She admonished, the affect simply sliding off the blonde like water from a raincoat, she smiled as she took it back from Kirika's hand. Kirika's mind was ablur, contrary to popular belief she was not that naive.
I've never drunk alcohol before... and since our job would be threatened by inebriation, Mireille has not either for a long time... we may be safe now, but something still tells me this is a bad idea...
Unfortunately, Mireille was bored.
And just as unfortunately... Kirika was curious.
I suppose it could not hurt...
The heavy weight suddenly grew three times larger...
Kirika surveyed her pieces. They were currently playing a game of checkers. Except that there was one slight difference... Kirika's pieces were shot glasses of vodka, and Mireille's were shot glasses of Gin. Losing a piece meant that you had to drink it.
Mireille had far more pieces that Kirika left in play...
Okaaayyy... so I have three pieces left, Mireillle has six... If I use that one as a trap, take three of hers and then hope the sudden rush of alcohol blinds her to the obvious move she could make to kill me... Then I might win, AND remain sober.
Poor Kirika, she seemed to have forgotten the previous cocktails that Mireille had made. Who would have thought that a syndicate daughter turned assassin would know how to make cocktails? And with such proficiency as well? Kirika hadn't liked the first few, they were raw and burned their way down her throat. But after that they started to taste really nice, and a pleasent warmth had been slowly building in her stomach.
Now there was a foggy sensation in her head, and the warmth in her stomach had worked itself throughout her body.
Kirika made the move, placing her glass next to one of Mireille's. The blonde looked at her, the face was smiling goofily but still looked to be fairly in control.
"You know, you're really NOT good at this." Kirika smiled slightly in return, Mireille was fallig into her trap. "Take this!"
Kirika gasped in shock, how could she not have seen that! Her newly placed piece had created a bridge, allowing Mireille to begin with a far away piece and wipe out Kirika's board in one fell swoop.
"No fair!" Kirika whispered, knowing that it was perfectly fair and that nothing would save her from her fate. "I'm a beginner..."
"Doesn't matter! I win, drink up!" Mireille crowed delightfully, indicating the three shot glasses which were staring evilly at Kirika. The small Asian KNEW she should never have agreed to this, normally she wouldn't have. But those earlier drinks had made her playful... well now it was kicking her in the teeth.
She raised one of the glasses in one hand, holding it at eye level as she stared at it, as if by force of will she could empty it with her mind and save her the pain of downing it. The glass stared back at her, mocking her... laughing...
"Wait, I have an idea!" Mireille said suddenly, making Kirika lower the glass happily, until Mireille snatched it and poured all three into a larger glass. "Here." She offered with an evil smirk.
No turning back... Kirika thought to herself with some chargrin as she held the heavy glass of vodka. Pinch nose, close eyes, swallow!
She did just that.
Despite her promise to the contrary Kirika couldn't help but gasp at the burning sensation of the liquid sliding down her throat. Allowing her the full blast of the vodka's taste.
"Are you alright Kirika?" Mireille quickly asked with quite a bit of worry in her voice, Kirika couldn't help but smile at the concerin that her partner showed for her...
Mireille cares... All this time I thought that she didn't care about me, but now I know that she does. She wanted to cry at the joy of it. Strange... why do I feel so emotional...
Mireille watched the emotional kaleidoscope that was Kirika's face, the alcohol looked to have thrown all facial control to the wind. Leaving the smal girl's thoughts painted across her face. Right now it seemed to have settled on happiness... but with a decidedly lopsided grin.
Maybe no more alcohol for her... she just doesn'y have the tolerance for it. Mireille failed to stifle a quick giggle at the thought of an intoxicated Kirika, But then I don't either, and she HAS drunk more than me.
"Shall I make another cocktail for us?" Mireille happily asked, instantly forgetting her previous train of thought, and her suggestion not to drink much more.
After all, life was short.
"Yes please." Kirika replied calmly, at least voicewise, her face still showed the happiness that only someone currently in a higher mental state could achieve. Suddenly she climbed to her feet, and paused. One sway, two sways, then she was still. "Dizzy..." Was her only remark, delivered in a worried voice. Mireille hastened to assure her.
"It's alright, you've just drunk a bit much. Just avoid changing altitude too much. Don't jump around or you'll get a headache."
The small Asian nodded at the words and flashed a cute smile before walking to the "bar" as Mireille had christened the kitchen work top. Cute smile? Mireille thought about it...
I suppose Kirika is cute, she looks so innocent and her mannerisms are just so endearing! Especially when she's asleep... so innocent. Mireille felt the distinct urge to run up to her and give her a bone shattering hug like a teddy bear. Along with the urge to do something... less innocent.
No, she's cute and very pretty, but we're partnered assassins, it would just never work.
It was truly amazing how alcohol could make you not realise the implications of what you had just said.
Probably for the best in this case.
"Hey Kirika, you should try some of this." Mireille offered as she grabbed three bottles and bagen to shake and mix them. Kirika watched her closely, with a mix of surprise and admiration on her face. Mireille couldn't help but covet that small smile, the one that the girl priduced only for her. As quick as a flash one of the bottles twirled in the air and did a quick somasault before Mireille caught it and poured. Kirika gave a small giggle at her trick.
Mireille was just glad she HAD caught it, she'd just made that up to impress Kirika, and if she had failed she might have died from embarassment.
"Ta-daa!" She chorused as she placed the two light blue drinks on the bar, an ice cube was floating in each, shame there weren't any little umbrellas... "Bon Apetite." She smiled at Kirika as she lifted her own and drank, secretly watching Kirika take her own.
The girl brought it to her lips and took a slow sip, bringing the glass away and licking her lips. Mireille felt that she was sweating. Thankfully Kirika just smiled at the taste and began to drink more, obviously enjoying it.
Thank God... thanks Uncle Claude for those lessons! Mireille had finished her own and simply sat watching Kirika. She was so pretty, so innocent and so damned adorable. A loyal partner that had risked her own life countless times to help Mireille. She was the physical manifestation of the perfect friend. Plus she was kind, considerate and tidy. A trait sadly lacking in room mates these days...
She's cute too! No wait, already said that...
Another quick drink came and went, and Mireille's misty mind was beginning to tell her that now would be a good time to stop. Well, it had been telling her for ages. Now it was just saying "I told you so!" over and over.
"I think that's enough alcohol for tonight Kirika." She spoke, she managed to keep her voice perfectly steady.
But barely...
Kirika frowned slightly as she heard that but did not argue, since she WAS feeling a little strange...
I wonder why...Maybe this is a result of the alcohol my body has consumed?
"No..." Mireille continued, "Just because you're giving me that pretty pout doesn't mean I'm going to relent."
Kirika hadn't realised that she was pouting, but her mind did latch onto one thing Mireille had said.
Pretty? Does Mireille think I'm pretty? Doubtful... What am I compared to her, she's beautiful...
"What's the matter? You look depressed..." A soft hand cupped her cheek gently and tilted her face up to gaze at Mireille's, the blonde's expression was one of worry. "I just don't think it's a good idea to drink anymore, you might get sick." The concern and pain in her voice was choking, Mireille thought she had made Kirika unhappy, and the thought hurt her...
"It's not that Mireille..." Kirika managed to get out, trying and luckily succeeding in not sobbing, she hated looking weak in front of her partner.
"What is it then?" Her partner whispered. Kirika thought for a second on her question. Only a second, it seemed that something was making the words come straight to her, without any hesitation.
"Am I pretty?" It came out as barely a murmur, but Mireille managed to catch it anyway. The gentle hand caressing her cheek shook a bit as Mireille laughed. Making Kirika look at her strangely.
"Is that what's bothering you? Kirika, you're more than pretty. You're practically beautiful." Kirika felt her spirit soar at that comment and her eyes moisten, before they darkened again, Mireille was probably lying, just caring enough about her to be kind and lie. "You don't believe me?" The voice asked as Kirika looked away. Silently she shook her head. "Then I'll prove it!"
Before Kirika could even ask what she meant, the hand on her face clamped down and the other crashed into her other cheek, dragging her instantly to Mireille's lips as the blonde swooped down on her. Kirika's mind and heart stopped working, Mireille was touching her! Scrap that, Mireille was lip-locked with her! Wrestling all the frustration from Kirika's lips. Instantly Kirika wrapped her arms around Mireille's neck, pulling her closer.
She moaned as a warm tongue slowly and gently caressed her lower lip, leaving burning patterns on the sensetive skin as it requested entry, entry which Kirika more than gladly gave, the sensation of Mireille's tongue touching her own made her moan.
Before the weight, which had been floating above her head for maybe four hours now... fell.
With all the impact that only around twenty shots of vodka, six cocktails and three glasses of wine could deliver. Needless to say Kirika went out like a spark.
Mireille paused as Kirika went limp in her arms, seemingly dying on her. Frustrated at her luck the blonde pulled back to find Kirika's eyes closed and her head now resting on Mireille's shoulder. I KNEW we should have stopped drinking sooner... she's only gone and bloody passed out on me.
And right when it was getting good.
Sighing and giggling at the same time Mireille lifted the small girl into her arms and shakingly made her way to their bedroom, only having to turn back once when she realised that she was going the wrong way. Had Kirika switched the place around whilst she was not looking? That was a problem she would deal with tomorrow!
But first! Bed!
As she knelt down by the double bed she gently, as she could, deposited Kirika and knelt down next to her, looking at her for a quick moment, slowly she closed her eyes and thought.
Will she throw up in the night? Probably not... anything else? Uhhhh... oh yeah, nightly mantra! Must kill neighbours for accusing me of being a lesbian!
Mireille didn't get any further, for right then the metaphorical (And maybe even metaphysical) truck of alcohol struck her too. Sending her under before she could even open her eyes.
yep, Mireille has NO idea what she has just done. Also don't complain about Kirika drinking or being OOC, she drinks because of peer pressure and curiosity, she has NEVER seen a drunk person like we all have when growing up, how is she supposed to know what it's like. And alcohol makes everyone act OOC!
Anyway! Done, hope it was alright. I decided to leave the hangover until next chapter. Oh just so you dont worry, this is NOT a situation where they both realise they love each other. After all, how much of this do you think Kirika will remember after drinking THAT much! Seriously she drank alot. I said twenty vodka because i forgot how many checkers pieces you have... i'm sure it wasn't that much... oh well, assume they had a shot drinking contest beforehand!
Next Episode : Hangovers and ... and... oh poo my list of ideas was on my laptop! AND...music? Oh maybe... and maybe some other stuff too, i'll think of it at a closer date!
Review! And suggest ideas! Or just tell me off for delaying so long... whichever!