Score one for this girl. I posted this during the day and not in the dead of night like usual. Go me!
This piece is directly related to Drunk. Here we have... The Morning After, featuring a hangover and a chipper mother! :) Sorry, loves, I can't resist Delia sometimes. This was just too good. I promise I'll get to some actual AAML fluffiness soon, if that's what you came here for. I just can't help switching out my Pokéshipping styles a little bit. :)
It's rather hard for me to describe a typically painful hangover since they sort just...exist within time, if that makes any sense. But it's obviously an unpleasant feeling. Believe me. XD
Also, if anyone doesn't know what Excedrin is, it's a popular migraine medicine sold over the counter. Happy reading!
Excedrin
The silence was deafening.
Every bit of the silence pounded in his ears.
Ash Ketchum's eyes fluttered open only to see darkness. He was lying face down against something soft. He could feel his own warm breath recoiling such a surface and hitting his nose.
His breath was not pleasant.
He slowly lifted his upper body from the soft surface, squinting his eyes due to the several lamps in the room, as well as the natural sunlight from the window. Ash realized he had fallen asleep kneeling; his knees and legs were bent on the floor and his torso was in between—
The legs of someone else.
While consciousness slowly returned, Ash's brain registered that he might have cheated on Misty. He shook his head, eyes still closed, but immediately regretted the action. He felt an Onix was using an eternal Bind on his head. His eyes opened immediately—he absently wondered just who the hell had left all the lights on—and the young champion realized that he was still kneeling over a familiar redhead clad only in a pair of vaguely familiar panties. His delightfully hungover brain also led him to the conclusion that his face had just previously been buried in the intriguingly comfortable space between her breasts.
Upon realizing this figure was none other than his own wife, he gave an immense sigh of relief. He could never cheat on his beloved wife. Not only did he love her beyond all else and would never dream of doing anything with anyone else, she'd have his head. Both of them.
Ash gulped before feeling an indescribable gut-wrenching sensation. He stumbled away from his passed-out wife, lying spread eagle on the bed with her legs hanging off the foot, and proceeded to his hotel room's bathroom to throw up the shots he blearily remembered consuming into the gleaming white toilet.
He emptied his stomach, fell onto the floor, and hugged the bowl for dear life.
Misty, who heard the sounds of vomiting from the adjoining bathroom, had already gotten out of bed, dealing with her morning-after shame.
She looked in the mirror and saw herself, clad in nothing but her underwear and had the sudden urge to die altogether.
"Good God, whose idea was it to go drinking last night?" she grumbled, searching her suitcase for a clean shirt to cover herself up with. Her own voice exploded in her ears, sounding raw, unfamiliar, and painfully husky.
"Yours."
The gym leader caught sight of her husband embracing the toilet bowl through the open door of the bathroom. He shakily stood up, bracing himself on either side of the toilet, and faced his wife.
"You're a hot mess."
"You look pretty hot yourself, Mr. Pokémon Master." Ash's ears continued to pound. Misty looked at the clock which read 12:45 P.M. and thanked Arceus they didn't have be at the convention until two that afternoon.
"Hey, why aren't you puking your guts out? And how come your headache doesn't look as bad as mine?" Misty growled at his questions.
"Believe me, Ash Ketchum, I have a headache just as bad if not worse than yours," Misty folded her arms and continued. "But I happen to have a higher tolerance for headaches not only because I'm not nearly as weak as you are. Not to mention the fact I've been dealing with Psyduck all these years." Misty gingerly rubbed her temples with her thumb and index finger before padding back to the bed and gingerly lying back down. Ash switched off the light in the bathroom and followed behind her. He had already stepped out the pants that had been bunched around his ankles and stepped out of his shoes. He sat on the foot of the bed, undoing the rest of his half-buttoned shirt. Misty, in her t-shirt and underwear, crawled back under the covers and closed her eyes. Just as Ash was getting settled next to her to simply rest his eyes before getting ready for the day's League convention, a brisk knock came to the door. Ash and Misty groaned painfully.
"You get it."
"No, you!"
Misty continued to lay with her eyes closed, ignoring her husband.
"Fine!" he snapped, getting out of the bed. He walked over to the door grumbling, "But only because I'm too hungover to deal with her bullsh—Hi, M-mom!"
Ash had opened the door mid-sentence to find his mother, dressed in her favorite blue skirt and pink cardigan, sternly staring up at him.
"You're too what to deal with whose what, now, Ash Ketchum?" his mother demanded. She walked into the room right under his muscular arm leaning against the door frame. Her son, clad only in boxers and rubbing his forehead repeatedly, wisely did not respond to her question. Pikachu came running into the room behind her. Not sensing his master's current state of physical distress, he jumped straight into his face and latched onto his head. Ash groaned, knowing there was no stopping the Pokémon.
"Jeez, what are you, Pikachu? A hat?" Ash's eyes went wide at his own comment. His hat! Where was his blessed hat!?
"Ash, you left your hat at the convention last night," Delia remarked, seeming to read the young man's mind. She sat down next to the the still-horizontal Misty on the large hotel bed. She dug into her large beige purse until she procured a battered Pokémon League hat. His very first. Ash sighed in relief and took it from his mother's grasp. As an adult, he wore it less and less and occasionally forgot the last place he had it.
Those occasions were usually associated with a night of drinking, be it before or after.
Delia, on the other hand, shot a glare at her obviously hungover son. His complexion turned a sickly greenish color. The still-young mother knew what was coming next.
"Oh man," Ash hiccuped. He ran back to the bathroom, throwing his electric friend off his head in the process.
"PIKA!"
"It's okay, Pikachu," Delia consoled over the sounds of dry heaving in the next room. "He'll come around." The mouse grunted and stomped over to the window to lay in a ray of incoming sun. Delia turned her attention to her daughter-in-law, eyes still closed, resting her head on the pillow. Delia edged closer to her and brushed the stray bangs away from her eyes. The young redhead really was a precious thing.
"Oh, Delia, don't ever let me drink that much again," the gym leader groaned, cracking an aquamarine eye open, overlooking her surrogate mother quickly before closing it again. Delia chuckled softly.
"Oh, sweetheart, I think you've learned that lesson quite well on your own."
Misty grumbled again, pulling the duvet farther up over her shoulder and successfully punching herself in the face.
"Owie," she moaned. Delia had to admit, if it weren't for the dark circles under her eyes and the lingering smell of shame and tequila that accompanied, she'd have found Misty rather adorable.
"Mom!" her precious son's voice came from inside the bathroom.
"Yes, honey?" Delia asked, patting Misty consolingly on her blanketed shoulder.
"Please tell me you're carrying Excedrin in that purse of yours."
"Please tell me that Misty is carrying my grandbaby in that stomach of hers!"
Despite the fact they were in separate rooms, both Ash's and Misty's eyes shot wide open.
Yes, yes, Ash and Misty didn't do anything but drunkenly make out the previous night, but this ending was too great to pass up. ;D Delia really wants those grandchildren. Thanks for reading and *grits teeth menacingly* reviewing! :)