08:Drunk
Everything was fuzzy; looking fuzzy because her eyes could not focus the way she wanted them to, feeling fuzzy because her body tickled in the strangest way, and thinking fuzzy because she couldn't straighten it out. Her senses were disoriented unlike ever before, and she was worried that she would misstep and then find herself laying on the ground waiting for someone to come rescue her from herself. It wasn't the best thought out plan, agreeing to something she had never experienced before, letting herself cut back and relax for once, having fun with the other residents. They laughed and joked around and sang like idiots and drank.
Oh boy, did Pikachu drink.
The opportunity had never shone through the cracks before to her, and she always turned away whenever she saw the others indulging alcohol because she saw the things it did to people and she was never sure if she wanted to endure that herself. Eventually, after a stressful week of matches and the tournament opener for the season, she wanted nothing more than to forget about it all.
And when Pit waved that bottle in front of her face, she immediately let the liquid drown her senses because she really did not care at that point.
It was a large group of them together, so luckily a few strays decided that they would enjoy a drink of two but then sit back and keep an eye on everyone else who was not being as responsible, and Pikachu thanked them for that because being a sober monitor was at the bottom of her to-do list.
So she pounded back drink after drink- dumbly she might add, since the girl have never been drunk in her life- and she let her senses go dull and loved every minute of it.
Every minute until the current time because oh boy, was she struggling to make it back to her room without falling flat on her face. She had heard and seen of not being able to walk after letting alcohol take ahold of the wheel, but living it was an entirely different matter.
Pikachu used the wall to guide her, slightly leaning against it as she stumbled slowly down the hallway. Minutes felt like hours and she was fairly certain that she had never moved so slowly in her life, but the fear of being unable to stand up straight consumed her.
The halls of the mansion were silent for the most part, occasionally lit up with silent laughter from inside the rooms; others were also enjoying the night off it seemed, and Pikachu prayed that they made better decisions than she did.
More responsible decisions seemed like a more appropriate phrasing.
She rounded the corner and practically launched herself at her bedroom door, her hand gripping the doorknob as it was the only thing holding herself up as she slid down to the floor. A hiccup left her and she paused before giggling to herself.
The alcohol definitely made her loosen up and feel light and bubbly, which she was on the fence about whether she really liked it or not. She definitely did not like the affects it had on her body- walking had gone from a second-nature ability, beyond easy to master, and now it was the hardest thing she's encountered all day.
She slowly turned the knob as she lifted herself off of the ground, pushing the door open with her abdomen, trying her best to not slump to the ground again (she swore that gravity was pulling her down more than usual tonight).
As soon as her eyes could make out the bed in the dimly lit room, she threw herself onto it, burying her face into the soft, feathered pillows. A deep sigh left her and her mind grew fuzzy again from the sudden movement.
She inhaled deeply, stopping herself when her blood ran cold.
Why do the pillows smell different than normal…?
The question bounced around off the walls of her mind, something that she was positive was going to give her a headache in the morning.
Raising her head slightly, she struggled to make out any identifiable differences in the room- every bedroom was relatively identical, with the exception of a few personal belongings the occupant decided to display. Her eyes continued their hungry search, eventually landing on a white jacket tossed lazily onto the back of the desk chair.
A few moments passed of her just staring at the garment, a sense of familiarity tickling the surface, but the feeling wasn't strong enough for her to remember where she had seen it before.
Her ears twitched to the sound of a door clicking, and the realization of the fact that whoever was occupying the room was currently in the room as well. Light filtered out from what she assumed to be the bathroom, and a light squeak escaped her as she attempted to scramble off the bed, ultimately landing on the floor below with a thud.
She groaned, her head growing dizzy once more, accepting that she was going to be caught in a rather awkward situation, dreading attempting to explain her reasoning for being there.
"Pikachu?"
She lifted her head nervously to meet the eyes of Fox McCloud, who was showing a mixture of slight concern but also attempting to suppress all laughter.
"Oh hey there…." she choked out, the words connecting every so barely, coming out slightly slurred. As soon as they left her mouth, his eyes lit up.
"Oh my god," he began, his laughter spilling over the surface. "You're drunk."
She sat up rather quickly to face the vulpine, regretting the decision when the room span very quickly. "No no no…. I think you are the drunk one," she replied, pointing shakily back at him.
He chuckled again, shaking his head. "Why are you in my room?"
Pikachu pursed her lips, blowing the air, lifting the wisps of hair that had fallen in front of her face. "I guess that makes sense why this isn't my room."
Fox raised an eyebrow in response. "You've never been drunk before."
"Whaaaat?" She cried, her voice raising several octaves and her face getting even warmer than it was before. "Yes I have."
"Right, right." He chose to humor the girl who was now laying on her side on the floor, humming to herself.
Another moment of silence passed, and he heaved a sigh, bending down and wrapping his arms around the abdomen of the blonde, tossing her over his shoulder.
"Time for bed."
She wiggled against him slightly as he made his way to the door, ultimately giving up as quickly as she had started. "But I don't wanna go to bed!"
A hiccup escaped her again, and Fox couldn't prevent the laugh from escaping himself.
"It might be in your best interest, Pikachu."
"Can I stay here then?"
He paused, his hand already on the door knob. "What?"
She drummed her hands against his back, starting up the humming once more. "Here- can I stay here tonight? Please?"
His ears and face burned at the thought of having the small blonde staying with him for the night- not that he minded the idea of it. He rather enjoyed the girl's company. It was the fact that she was obviously very intoxicated that made him nervous.
"Please Fox?" She whined, her hands making their ways to his sides and giving them a squeeze, causing him to go even more red in the face.
"You won't keep me up all night, will you?"
"Of course not!" She sang as he placed her down in front of him. She scurried past him, diving back onto bed in a hurry. "Just until 5 A.M." She threw a cheeky grin in his direction before hiccupping again, patting the spot next to her.
He rolled his eyes and said nothing, flipping off the light, and making his way to the bed. He laid on his back next to the girl and shut his eyes briefly before feeling the pressure of a finger driving into his ribs.
"I'm next to you Pikachu. You don't have to poke me to get my attention."
"Just making sure you're still awake."
"I've been laying down for twenty seconds," he chuckled before letting out a yawn.
She rolled onto her back next to him, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "Let's not dwell on this too much in the morning, okay?"
"Okay."
