Bad Idea
A/N: I promise to update The Most Painful Memory ASAP. I'm so incredibly sorry for not updating in forever.
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Chapter 10: A long night
"Greed, why are you so self-centered? You're not even that hot." Ali slurred, drinking yet another glass of vodka.
"Damn, how many drinks have you had?" Greed asked, drunkly laughing.
"How many drinks have us any had? I forgot." Cirus said, leaning on Ali to keep from falling over.
"Me too." Ali laughed.
"I don't think anyone here kn-wait, where'd everybody go?" Greed said, looking around the empty bar.
"They left hours ago." Ali laughed. "No more drinks for you. Okay?"
"Fine, but you drink as much as you want." He said, drunkly smirking at her.
"You do know that she'll kick your ass no matter how drunk she is, right?" Cirus laughed.
"Yup" she nodded, taking another sip of her drink.
"Why are you so cruel to me?" Greed joked.
Ali stuck her tongue out at him.
Suddenly, the door opened and a familiar little girl walked in.
"Dammit Greed, I told you last time. No parties or heavy drinking." Violet said. "Ali, Cirus, get your drunk asses outside now."
Ali walked over to her. "Aww Sis, don't ruin the fun." She said.
"That's it." Violet said. She walked over to greed, punched him in the gut so hard that he fell over, then she grabbed Ali and Cirus' hands and pulled them out the door.
"Where are we going? I don't even live here anymore." Ali said.
"I know that. We're going to Cirus' house because I now have to babysit both of you." Violet said, pulling them in the direction of Cirus' house.
"Dose either of you have a key?" Violet asked when they arrived at Cirus' house.
Circus slurred something that sounded nowhere close to being any known language.
"Check your pockets, you lousy drunk." She said, still aggravated at the fact that they actually got drunk.
He checked his pockets and pulled out his keys and before he got a chance to hand them to her, Violet snatched them out of his hands and unlocked the door. She pushed the door open and semi-gently pulled them in the house, closing and locking the door behind them.
"You," Violet said, looking at Cirus. "over there." she pointed to the couch. "Ali, you can go to the closest room."
"Heeey, why do I gets the couch?" Cirus said, almost in a whine.
"You let her drink again." Violet said, angrily.
Ali, who had been having more trouble staying awake by the minute, finally gave in to the overwhelming sleepiness and fell asleep, falling, and almost knocking over, Violet.
"Great. Now I have to carry you." To say that she was not happy would me a gross understatement, but she somehow picked Ali up with ease and, looking like she was being crushed by her older sister, carried her to the first room she saw and dropped her on the bed. She sighed. "Why can't you ever learn?" she said.
In the middle of the night, Ali woke up feeling like her brain was in the process of exploding as slowly as possible. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was and how she got there. She looked next to her and saw Violet peacefully sleeping.
Trying not to wake her younger sister, Ali got up and left the room, hoping to clarify where she was. She silently walked towards the very dim light at the end of the hall.
"What the hell is going on here?" she heard Cirus say. When she got to the end of the hall she saw a very miserable-looking Cirus sitting on the couch with a bucket in his hands.
"Cirus?" Ali said, looking around. "Why am I here?"
Cirus looked up when he heard her voice. "Ali? What the fuck?"
"How many drinks did we have last night...?" she asked.
"I have no fucking clue, but it wasn't such a great idea." He said with a nauseous look, then vomited.
"I can tell..." Ali said. "What time is it?"
Cirus looked at his pocket watch. "Ugh, it's only 3:35 am."
"Damn," She said, sitting down next to him. She sighed. "This is gunna be a long day."
"It's your own damn fault." The two looked up when they heard the scolding voice of Violet. "You're supposed to be the parental figure here, not me." she said disapprovingly.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry just please stop yelling at me." Ali laid her head on Cirus's shoulder.
"IMO not yelling. That's just your hangover yelling at you for drinking so damn much." Violet said.
"Would you both just shut u-" Cirus started to say, but was interrupted by his need to vomit.
"I would give you something for that, but I have to take care of my sister..." Violet said. "Ali, go take something for that and go back to sleep."
"Alright, I will. I need a drink first." Ali said, standing up.
"Okay, I'll be back in the room in a second." Violet said as Ali walked to the kitchen.
"No more drinks for me." Cirus said, laying back down on the couch.
"You said that last time..." Violet frowned. "Although you did drink a lot more than you did last time."
"Remind me never to do that again." He said.
"You said that last time too." she said. "Do you have gingerale or anything like that?"
"I doubt it." he said.
Ali walked out of the kitchen with two cans of gingerale. "You must not stay here often. They were right in front of everything n your refrigerator. "Are you still traveling a lot?"
"Thanks, and yeah..." He said, drinking the soda.
She laughed. "It's just like it was a few years ago."