Prompt: elderly!omi and elderly!kimiko reminisce on their younger days. (Submitted by anonymous on tumblr.)
The bottle sat untouched between them as they sat in companionable silence. She didn't know why they'd brought it out in the first place—the most she had these days was a cup of sake before bed if she couldn't fall asleep, and he only drank huangjiu, and only very rarely, at that. But the bottle still remained on the table, and she reached for it and took it in her hands.
"Would you like a glass?" she asked softly, despite knowing what his response would be.
As predicted, he shook his head. "No thank you," he told her. He paused. "It... would not be the same."
She nodded. "You're right." She ran one small, wrinkled hand across the smooth curved glass of the bottle. "It's imported, you know."
"It was the last one Jack sent," he replied. "It is a pity that we couldn't share it with him."
"Yeah." Her voice fell, but a small smile played about her lips as a memory came to her. "Do you remember that sugarcane rum Raimundo brought back with him from Brazil?"
He looked up at her, his own lips curving into a smile of his own. "Not particularly—I woke up the next morning hanging by the Third Arm Sash from the eaves of the temple roof, remember? I still don't remember how I got there."
She laughed softly. "From what I can remember, you challenged Clay to see who could make it to the highest point of the temple first without being caught. The poor guy only made it as far as the kitchen before he fell asleep on the floor."
A chuckle escaped him as he remembered. "And Raimundo was the referee who decided that using his wind powers to play soccer while inebriated was a most excellent idea. If I recall correctly, his hangover was the worst."
"Better than spending the night throwing up," she said. "I couldn't keep down anything solid for three days after that."
He nodded. "But it was still fun." He paused once more, and when he spoke again she could here the waver decades of carefully repressed emotion lent to his voice. "And now we're the only ones left."
"Yes," she said. "We are." They lapsed into familiar silence again, and simply continued to watch the setting sun until, at last, darkness fell.