A/N-Wow! I'm almost at one hundred reviews! Wonder who it'll be…also, I've been incredibly lazy answering reviews; I'll do it for this chapter.
Disclaimer-The characters that you recognize aren't mine. Lukiem is mine. But he's evil. Not fair. Meh. This chapter is based on a scene in Star Trek: First Contact, when a character is drunk, so I don't own the basis of it.
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To occupy her time, Kalasin did…nothing. She did not recognize anything as anything, with the exception of food and water. All twenty-four hours were spent sitting, lying down, eating and sleeping.
Every once in awhile, she would slowly have her senses come back. She would wonder why she was there, where she was, anything. But than Kaddar would come into the room and give her more 'food', along with the drugs in it.
If she had a choice, she wouldn't have eaten the bread, or drank the water. But yet she had to, for the sake of her own life.
At one of the times when her senses were most active, a question once asked by her brother popped into her head.
Would you rather be thrown from a horse and die, or be thrown from a horse and be paralyzed for the rest of your life?
Kalasin answered she would rather have died. Something about not being able to move her body made her incredibly…nervous. One had to be incredibly brave to endure that. She gave credit to those who did.
This was the same thing, in a way.
She refused to sit here drugged. She would rather die than do nothing.
She put down the bread she was about to eat.
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Kaddar was frustrated. Lukiem was nowhere to be found, and he had a splitting headache. Every time he had a headache, he always did the same thing, and today would be no exception.
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The second the ship came into the docks, Daine breathed a sigh of relief. Using a cat's ability to always land on its feet, she jumped off the side of the ship and landed with a thunk onto the docks below, not bothering to thank the captain.
After she had rescued the captain, she had received four proposals, five sloppy things they called kisses, and three 'presents' that were just fish wrapped in clothes.
She hoisted her lone bag onto her shoulder, and took a look around. It had been three years since she had been here.
She saw everything Kalasin had seen, but with a different perspective. Kalasin had seen it as chaotic, confusing loud. Daine saw the same things, except she knew she had caused this. These men, if not for Daine, could be doing things much more worth their time.
Now, what to do.
She knew she couldn't be seen. She quickly made her way to the ocean line, where she roamed the edges, skirting around large groups of people. She decided to make her way to the center of the Lower City, where she could find cheap rooms, and people too drunk to remember her.
Once she had successfully made her way into the Lower City, she found an inn called The Pretty Lass. Not the best inn in the world, due to the creaking windows and broken-down door, but in would have to do.
She entered, and the second she did, she sincerely hoped she wouldn't regret this.
It was a rather large common room she had entered. Brawls were everywhere, shattered glass from bottles flying through the air like daggers. Men were unshaven, their clothes not washed in years. Women younger than Daine were walking around in tight-fitting dresses that showed more than enough of body parts.
Small fires were abundant, the smoke filling the room with an atrocious smell. The walls and floor were made of wood, to Daine's discomfort. This place was screaming for a fire to get out of control.
She approached the bar, which doubled as a table for people to check in and out of the inn.
"Excuse me," she called, gesturing to someone who worked there, "could I have a room, please?"
"Pardon?" he shouted over the noise.
"I said," she said louder, "can I have a room?"
"Say what?"
"Room!"
"A room? Why didn't you say so?" he passed her a key. "Last door on your right. Will you be in any need of male company?"
She snatched the key out of his hand.
"No," she said, and gave him a dirty look. She walked off.
Ducking fists from a fight, she made her way into the hallway, where there wasn't much action.
Last door on her right…there it was. She put in the key and opened the door.
It was dark, and she couldn't see much. She made her way to the window, and pulled back the shutters. The light illuminated everything in the room.
A bed that was falling apart, a closet without doors, a desk and chair that were in mildly good condition and a rug torn to tatters met her eyes. Blankets were in the corner. Once she had put away the few things she had brought with her, she sat down on the chair, wondering what to do next.
She decided the first thing to do was where Kalasin currently was. Since she was tired, she voted for going down to the common room to question the occupants, not sneak around the palace, blindly searching from room to room. She knew this was a long shot, since not that many people even knew of Kalasin, but she had to try.
She made her way back to the common room, and plunked herself into a chair at the bar. She sat there for a minute, trying to ignore the fighting, fires and brawls, and then turned to the man beside her, who was sitting alone.
"Excuse me," she said, "do you know someone by the name of…Kalasin?"
The man turned around. He had dark hair, and a shaven face, unlike many others here.
"I might," he said.
Daine was shocked. And her first try, to!
"Tell me about her!"
He turned so he directly faced her.
"Only if you have a scotch with meh."
She decided it was worth it, and ordered the drink.
"So tell me!" she demanded.
"After a couple of tequilas then!"
"Tequilas? What are they?" Daine had never been a drinker.
"The best thing ever made!" he replied enthusiastically.
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Kaddar looked up at the sign: The Pretty Lass. This place had the best drinks in the world, and whenever he felt he needed a lift he just stopped by here for a quick drink.
It was normal and hectic as ever, with one exception. Usually only regulars came here, but there was a very pretty brunette at the bar, who was swaying.
He went up to her.
"Excuse me, but may I interest you in-," his eyes widened, "Daine?"
Her blue-grey eyes looked up at his.
"Aye, it's me. Hello, Kaddar." She swayed more.
He looked at her.
"You're drunk."
She looked shocked.
"I am not! I was simply trying to get information about Kalasin here! If you have a problem with that, say so!"
He looked at her, again.
"I didn't know you drank."
"I don't! It took three shots of tequila, whatever it is, to figure out the person's name! And it took another to find out he knew nothing about Kalasin!"
"You're here about Kalasin?" he whispered into her ear. She giggled.
He took her hand, and made her stand up.
"Which room is yours?"
"The…last one on the right! Aye, the right!" She passed him the key.
Once they reached Daine's rooms, Kaddar put Daine on the bed. He pitied her, she would have a nasty hangover the next day. She fell asleep immediately.
Kaddar knew Daine would never get herself drunk. She had obviously talked to someone who said they knew something about her, but had lied. She had been tricked, since she was naïve.
Kaddar grabbed a blanket from the corner of the room, and fell asleep on the floor.
In the morning, Daine had some talking to do.
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A/N-A long chappie! Yay! But hopefully Daine's not that OOC; I tried to pass that by with Kaddar's thoughts at the end. Please don't complain about OOC-ness. Please review!