Week 4C: Champagne Flutes
Sailor Raspberry
320 words
She held the glass up against her nose and watched as the world curved and shifted into blurry images.
She pulled it away, and her vision snapped back to normal.
The process was repeated a few more times before boredom set in and she shoved the flute onto the counter. Her mother was busy at the stove, her father was outside sharing a rare cigar with her grandfather, and she wasn't quite sure where her brother had snuck off to.
Stealing past her gossiping aunts and uncles who were too preoccupied with some football game, she grabbed the phone and settled herself on at the foot of the stairway.
"Mamo-chan!" She wailed as soon as he picked up. "Where are you? Everything here is so boring and I can't even drink yet because it'll be my first taste of alcohol ever and you said that you wanted to be there because you said that it'd be really-."
"Hold on. Who is this? What the heck is a 'Mamo-chan'?"
Usagi's face flushed. The doorbell rang. "I'm so sorry! I must have dialed the wrong number. I'm sorry! You must think I'm really-."
"Hey, toots, forget about it. Tell that Mamo-chan I said hi."
She clicked the off button at the sound of the dial tone. Someone had opened the door.
Mamoru stood in front of her seated form and raised an eyebrow. "Who was that?"
Usagi held out her hands and he pulled her up. "I have no idea, but he says hi."
He moved to reply, but she silenced him with a kiss. "Let's get some champagne. I could really use it." She dragged him through the living room and back into the kitchen. When he had himself a fine glass of wine and she retrieved her own, they tied their arms together and held the rims to their lips.
"Bottoms up."
Usagi looked incredulous. "What's that supposed to mean?"