With a slow blink, I brought myself out of sleep, pushing my face out of the pillow and rising up into a sitting position. The blankets were all messed up, and I lay nude next to my fiancée, who was also passed out with her face buried in the sheets. Morning light slipped in from the slightly parted curtains, and I winced, my head hurting just as it had the morning after the Halloween party. I looked around, seeing that my clothes, as well as Droite's, had been scattered around. Frowning, I tried to remember just what had happened the night before.
But nothing came to me at that moment.
Feeling my stomach roll, I shifted myself out of my bed and hurried to the bathroom. Nausea settled in and I soon found myself kneeling in front of the porcelain bowl, emptying what little remained in my stomach from whatever happened yesterday. After feeling like I coughed out an organ or something, I sat down on the fluffy pink rug beneath me and leaned my back against the wall.
Galaxy's flapping caught my attention, and I looked up, seeing him staring down from one of the light fixtures above the mirror. I raised an eyebrow; since when had I let him out of his cage? He fluttered down to me and settled on my raised knee, his crimson eyes full of concern; or at least, that's what it appeared to be.
"What happened, my darling?" I asked him quietly, petting his head with my fingers. He cooed and pressed his white feathers into my palm as I tried, once more, to remember what had gone on to make me feel so horrible.
Thursday Afternoon
I yawned, gently placing Galaxy inside his cage, which I had brought out to the kitchen to clean. He chirped happily, going to one of his pretty blue perches and pecking at a plastic toy that hung from the roof of his elegant prison. I laughed, shutting the door to his cage and going back to the sink to wash my hands. After doing so, I took off my apron, leaving me in a short fluffy blue skirt and a yellow tank top, and brought my bird back to my room. Once I'd gotten his damn cage back onto its hook, my phone began to ring, and I frowned at it in confusion.
I picked the device up off of my bed and saw that it had been a text making my phone act up. Looking through the numerous cracks in the screen, I found the message to have been sent from none other than Droite. It wasn't entirely surprising, either; she hadn't been at school today, so I figured that she was either preoccupied with choosing stuff for our wedding or that she had been sick. Opening the message, I raised an eyebrow at her suggested plan.
[Meet up in 30, k?]
Considering that it was almost eight in the evening and I hadn't even eaten dinner, I decided to accept her invitation, even though I knew if I had refused she still would've come over here. Gazing at myself in the mirror, I dropped my phone back to the mattress and went to go fix myself up properly for whatever Droite had planned for us.
After a quick shower and a dusting of makeup, I had gotten myself into a pair of black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, having brushed my hair out enough that it flowed over my shoulders. Galaxy gave an excited chirp as I exited the bathroom fully dressed, and I flipped my hair dramatically for extra effect, laughing while I did so.
"Okay, Galaxy, calm down," I said as he spread his wings and squawked. Blowing him a kiss goodbye, I left the room and jogged down the stairs, into the kitchen where my small coin purse lay on the table. Stuffing what money I had into it, I zipped it up and was about to grab a Sprite from the fridge when the doorbell rang.
"Come in!" I called out, and I heard the front door open. The clicking of heels sounded as I turned around, and in came Droite, smiling gently at me and wearing a sparkly yellow dress, the skirt slit up to her hip. She came over to me and gave me quick peck on the lips, gazing down at me.
"You're quite adorable tonight, Kai," she said, with a smirk. I blushed; despite us already having had sex and whatever, I still wasn't used to her giving me compliments.
"Hush," I state, feigning a frown and looking away in embarrassment. "Anyway, what did you want us to do today?"
"I was thinking," she began, handing me a bracelet made of black beads, "that maybe we could go to a dance party that the Kamishiro twins are holding. Mizael said he'd be there, and god knows how much you two love to talk and gossip."
I rolled my eyes, slipping the bracelet on and putting the coin purse into my jeans. "Fine, fine, I'll go. I need a break from school shenanigans anyways."
"Nobody says 'shenanigans' anymore, Kai."
"Yeah, well, I like it and I will use it." Huffing, I strode to the front door with my fiancée in tow. She waited for me to grab my keys before opening the door for me and allowing me to trek outside, to her Jeep. I clambered up into her car, which was a feat within itself considering how short I am. She laughed as I nearly fell trying to get into the damn vehicle; I stuck my tongue out at her while she got inside nad started the car.
"Are we getting drunk again?" I asked innocently. Droite rolled her eyes.
"There's going to be alcohol there," she told me, pulling out of my driveway, "But whether or not you choose to get drunk is all up to you. I'm not forcing you like last time."
"Oh." Clasping my hands in my lap, I dimly remembered that I hadn't taken my phone with me. Oh well. Droite should have hers, so if anything happens, I can just use hers.
…
The Kamishiro manor wasn't as large as Gauche's or Droite's residencies, but it was certainly titanic. There was a miniature fountain on the in the front lawn, surrounded by a brick path. The driveway curled around the front yard, forming a U shape, with the curve being at the entrance of the home. The moonlight, combined with the random laser lights that were swinging around their beams to the music. Made the place seem like a night club instead of an actual place to live. Multiple people were entering the front doors, either standing around and talking (or making out, as was the case with Mizael and Durbe) or dancing with those same plastic red cups that always seemed to be in every single high school piece of fiction I'd ever seen.
Droite waited for me to get out of her car (more like fall out) and led me through the front door, into a writhing crowd, dancing to Skrillex. How anyone could manage that was beyond me, but I found it entertaining to watch drunken couples try to dance to the fast-pace music. The base rattled my bones, and I found it difficult to maneuver in the place without having my bones somehow rearranged by the music.
We found the twins on the second floor landing, watching the party take place below them. Ryouga was the only one actually drinking something; Rio was too busy with the cigarette (I hope that's what it is, since it looks like a rolled up dollar bill) she held to bother with a drink. Rio smiled upon seeing me, hugging me as I came over to her, while Ryouga gave me a half-hearted drunk glare. Droite went to his side while I stayed next to Rio.
"What's that?" I questioned her, and she looked at me with highly dilated pupils.
"It makes you very happy and chill," she spoke in a voice that was bordering on slurring. "Want to give it a shot?"
I saw Droite and Ryouga shaking their heads behind the blue-haired girl, but I just rolled my eyes at them and took the weird cigarette thing from Rio, bringing it to my lips and breathing it in.
"Hold it in," Rio instructed me, even though I wanted to cough. I obeyed, holding my breath as long as I could before letting it out. A puff of smoke came out through my nose and lips, making me blink in confusion.
"Annnnd here comes the shitty part," I heard Droite state, shaking her head in mock disappointment. I blinked at her before a creeping wave of paranoia slipped onto me. I looked to Rio, who shrugged with a lazy smile.
"First times always suck when it comes to weed, y'know?" she said, taking the dollar cigarette from me and drawing more from it. I leaned against the railing, looking wide-eyed over the audience and feeling even more paranoid. Ryouga huffed and took a sip from his drink, coming over and giving me his cup.
"Here, hold this," he stated, going down the staircase and to wherever held whatever he was getting. I waited for him, switching my weight from foot to foot nervously, listening to the beat of my heart in my ears. Rio laughed, giving me the cigarette thing once more, but this time it looked different. I inspected the tube for a moment before realizing that this was a five dollar bill instead of a one dollar bill. Raising an eyebrow at her, I saw that she was placing little green leaves… I think, into random bills she had found in my coin purse. She smiled at me, and handed another one to Droite, who took it with an eye roll and simply held onto it. Shrugging, I took another deep breath of whatever this drug was, and the paranoia combined with a sense of relaxation. It was so odd, standing here, watching the lasers dance around people who were writhing against each other. I smirked, inhaling more of whatever Rio had given me.
Ryouga came back and handed me a bottle of vodka, which I accepted after he had taken his drink back. Opening the bottle, I took a swig and welcomed the burn, setting the damn thing on the floor as I entertained myself with the drug some more.
After probably a half hour, I wasn't sure since my mind became so intoxicated that I was seeing little blue people running around my feet, I was sitting on the floor beside my fiancée, my mouth feeling as dry as a desert, the cigarette thing on the floor next to me, and the vodka bottle completely empty. Hiccupping, I yawned, the paranoia still there but fading slowly, and looked at Droite. Despite having done twice as much of the drug as I had, and having drunk the other half of the vodka bottle, she was still alert. I gazed at her through a filmy vision, trying to ignore the weird designs developing on the walls around me.
"I think," she started, pausing to think in her hazy state, "That we should go into a bedroom."
"Me too," I said shakily. Using the wall as a ladder, I clambered to my feet, nearly falling over in the process. Rio, who was leaning against the railing, raised her head and gazed over at me and Droite as we managed to stand. Ryouga was also leaning against the railing, and he dragged his sister along as Droite and I managed our way to a room in a fuzzy state.
Sitting here next to the toilet with Galaxy on my knee, I tried remembering anything else, but that was all that came to mind. It certainly explained why my body was feeling so low right now and why my mouth felt like cotton. Coughing, I tried licking around my mouth to get my saliva to dampen my gums and palate, but nothing worked, so I just sat there without the energy to move and wanting more of that weird drug.
After a few moments, I heard Droite stumbling around in my room, and she somehow found her way into the bathroom, where she spotted me, nodded half-heartedly, and then took to leaning over me to get to the toilet, where she emptied her stomach contents. I sighed, allowing Galaxy to flap back onto the sink while us two got over whatever had happened.
Sorry for not updating. Sickenss plus no working word processor have kinda screwed me over so.