by PrettyGothGirl
All Disclaimers Apply
Summary: Rikku wants five more minutes and Yuna isn't giving her any of it.
Author's Note: So, if you say QT aloud it sounds like cutie. (Long story) Who knew? Well, now we all do. LOL Also, I now have
a DeviantArt page (yes now I'm there too...) and if you would like to see some of the outfits from Desert Rose I've posted drawings of
them there! In case anyone is actually interested. If not... forget I said anything. I will eventually get to cutie :P I want to work with
a different medium on those though! So... onto the story!
Rikku was in that black warm haze just before dropping off into true oblivious sleep. She could hear things going on downstairs, the door opening and closing and people talking. She didn't really want to put her mind to labeling them but she could tell who they were without too much effort. The recurring timbre of voices and clinking of glasses clued her into who was around. It was nice background noise to her doze that was rapidly becoming sleep. She didn't even mind the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. At least, she didn't mind until someone poked her shoulder.
Rikku groaned.
"Rikku." Yuna hissed.
"Noooo."
"Get up. Uncle Cid wants to see you."
"Five more minutes." Rikku raised her head and cracked her eyelids open. "Five more hours." She corrected, closed her eyes and flopped her head back down.
Yuna poked her shoulder again. "He said right now."
"I just got to sleeep." Rikku heard the whine in her voice. She reached up and grabbed the pillow and shoved her head under it. "Nooooo."
Yuna grabbed the pillow and threw it over her shoulder. "Get up."
Rikku lifted her head up and pushed hair from her face. "Five more minutes." Yuna hadn't even brought something with significant caffeine count, like coffee or chocolate or even tea. She glared at her and this time pulled the covers over her head.
She heard Yuna tap her foot and sigh. "Rikku. It's your father."
"I don't care. I'm not awake."
Yuna shoved her shoulder this time. "You're talking to me! You're awake."
"But I don't want to be." So there. Rikku stuck out her tongue. Not that it mattered. Yuna couldn't see her. "Go away."
Yuna tugged on the covers. "Get up! It's no one's fault that you were out late but yours."
Rikku grabbed the covers better and grumbled. No. It was Yoorvin's and Gippal's and her father's fault. She didn't want to be in bars till the wee hours of the morning and then having to write shit down while she could still remember it. She didn't like bars or drinking nearly that much. The music got monotonous after a while no matter who was playing. And drunk people weren't high on her list of interesting conversation partners. Hanging out with Gippal was fine and fun and dandy, but conversation wasn't high on her list of anything she wanted to do with him. Conversation involved far too much talking and not enough of everything else.
Yuna tugged harder. "Rikku."
Rikku sighed and opened her eyes. "Fine." The faster she got up, gave Pops the information, the faster she could go back to sleep. She sat up and swung her legs over the side. "I'm up." Her heart pumped faster and she felt a little lightheaded. She rubbed her eyes. Great, adrenaline, now she wouldn't be able to sleep for the rest of the day. She reached over and opened the drawer with the stack of papers for Cid.
Yuna coughed.
Rikku looked down. Oh, right. She'd fallen asleep in her underwear and nothing else. She shifted the sheet to cover her breasts and opened another drawer. She grabbed a nightgown off the top and slipped it over her head, tugging down the hem with one hand as she stood up. She flicked her hair over her shoulder. It would have to do. Rikku decided it was best to ignore Yuna wringing her hands on the other side of the bed. So, she padded downstairs in her bare feet and over to Cid, holding a mug of coffee at the bar.
"Is that for me?" She asked.
Cid raised it up and took a sip before answering. "No."
Rikku growled low in her throat and shoved the papers at him. The mug paused midway between Cid's lips and the bar's surface. He looked at the papers in surprise. He set the mug down and began rifling through them. He raised his eyebrows and looked over at her. She decided to explain. "If you down a bottle of hard liquor in four swigs, any lady is who widens her eyes and asks appealing questions is going to make you talk too much, even if she does appear taken." Rikku mumbled. She swiped the mug from the counter and cradled it to her chest. The warm bitter smell of coffee awoke her senses more than any shove to the shoulder. "I'm going to take a shower." Maybe the combination of hot water pounding on her back and caffeine would wake her up sufficiently so she wouldn't beat on Yuna, or else…
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