Eridan/Roxy (Pale): Bagstiv (Danish), Waking Up In The Morning Still Drunk From The Night Before
Warning for mention of alcohol in this story
Roxy wakes up before you do. Urg. You can handle any sleep schedule she wants to throw at you, but you will never fuckin get over how weird it is to wake up when it's light out. You can definitely smell her makin breakfast, though, an that makes it all okay. You roll over into her spot, an it's still warm, which means she hasn't been up for all that long an you can totally lie here for a bit longer before you actually get up.
She'd been worried that you might get a 'hangover' or whatever, which is really fuckin dumb, because that's somethin humans have to deal with, an you're definitely the superior species in any situation. Maybe it was a mistake to try matchin her drink for drink, though. But she was teasin that she's been drinkin for years or sweeps or whatever, an you've never had any soporifics before, an then you had to match everythin she was doin, didn't you? You didn't throw up or anythin like that, which she'd warned you about, but you think that mighta been because she was playin nice with you an not drinkin as much as she really could. You, uh. Aren't gonna get on her case for that, because by the time she dragged you off to her respiteblock, you needed her help to stay upright, an it felt real good to lie down an stop worryin about dumb shit like 'feet' and 'balance.'
Then you hear her callin up to you, an yeah, breakfast sounds like a real good plan right now. You swing up to your feet, and whoa. Uh. Did the room always swim around like that? You put a hand on the wall to keep yourself steady and gradually make your way to the hall, and… stairs. Who the fuck would put stairs in a hive? You think to yourself about the unfairness of the universe an about stupid hive planners who don't consider the needs of their hive residents, an you're definitely not avoidin tryin to walk down half a flight of stairs without fallin ass over horns.
You go down seated, in the end. You take it one stair at a time with a hand on the rails, an you don't feel embarrassed at all because this is all Roxy's fault, with the soporifics, an you think she mighta broken you for permanent. You tell her as much when you finally make it to the food preparation block, an you try to kiss her on top of her head, an sorta miss an end up with your head restin on her shoulder. She laughs at you, but you can't even find it in you to be mad when she turns around and puts her arms around your waist and just holds you there. You mournfully tell her that you think you'll never recover, and she just laughs again and kisses you on the fin.
"Babe, here's what's up, and this is my very professional opinion: you are still drunk as shit."
"What, no. How's that even possible. You're not. You know. Drunk."
She carefully steers you towards a chair and sets you down. "That's because I have hella experience with being drunk. And it doesn't help that I'm not the one with a freaky alien metabolism!"
Wow, this table feels good. It's nice and cool against your forehead and you think you could stay here forever. "You're a freaky alien metabolism."
"Welp, that booze was designed with my freaky alien metabolism in mind, so I think you're definitely the unusual element in this case." Haha. Fuck. You just poisoned yourself with alien soporifics. "But I was looking up some stuff on troll biology, and there's nothing in my booze to fuck you up for permanent! You're just silly-drunk and it'll take you a bit to cool off, I think."
"Nnnuh. You broke me, Rox."
She gently tugs you upright in your chair and for the first time you focus at the downright impressive amount of food on the table. "Well, in preparation for this situation, I've been doing mad kitchen science. I've assembled every human hangover slash drunkenness cure I could think of, and I've got some experimental troll ones that I think might work. It's for sure partially my fault I let you get so shitfaced your first time around, so it's my job to make it better!" When she smiles down at you, you can't help smiling back. "Relax, babe. Just sit back and let me take care of you."