Chapter 19
Two hours had passed, and we had gotten progressively drunker. Turns out he held his liquor just as well as I did. We cracked jokes at each other as the sun rose. At the moment, I was cackling at the impressions of the other residents Melvin was doing.
"Ooh, ooh! Check this one out!" I grabbed the Key and held it to the side dramatically.
"Help me find gay people!" I slurred, trying to do an impression of Bakura. Melvin threw his head back and let loose a loud cackle of his own.
From the bed next to us, Bakura jolted upright and looked at us with an absolutely WTF face.
"...What." he said. And that's when I blacked out.
Gypsy's POV
Finally, she had gotten drunk enough to pass out. It had taken two hours and my favorite bottle of vodka, but she'd managed it.
I quickly regained control of my body and found myself lying on the floor. Melvin had managed to stand and looked down at me.
"Odds? You okay?" he asked drunkenly. And then he passed out on top of me. As much as it hurt, it meant that Marik was able to retake control of his body, which meant less suffering for everyone in the long run.
But it also meant massive hangovers and buying more vodka.
What I couldn't believe was that Odessiya, or Odds as she had been apparently nicknamed, had made a drinking buddy out of Melvin. I doubt that had curbed his murderous tendencies, though. Chances are that in a few days he would try to murder me again.
I was glad I had found her weakness, though. Vodka and a good drinking partner.
Something began to stir in my throat. Something acidic.
Oh no.
I got up and bolted for the bathroom, keeling over the toilet. From my mouth left a stream of milky green fluid that smelled of alcohol and vomit. Good thing my hair was already pinned back in the bitchiest ponytail ever. At some point during my retching, Yami had woken up, followed me to the bathroom, and started to rub my back in a soothing manner. Marik had also woken up and started vomiting in what I assume was the sink. When I was done, I went to rub his back.
"Get used to this. I think your other self and one of my other selves have become drinking partners."
About an hour later, we had eaten breakfast and gotten back on the road. Hangovers had already kicked in, and my head was pounding. I was probably in no shape to drive, but neither was Marik. As the one responsible for them, I took it upon myself to make the 16 hour drive to the Grand Canyon, our next stop.
We had just crossed over into Oklahoma when a large jolt went through the vehicle.
"What the [EFF] was that?!" I shouted, and I clutched my own head in agony. I wasn't in the mood for anyone's bullshit right now. I looked in the rear view mirror, and was horrified to see the Marikmobile, beaten up a little, slamming into the RV.
"Shit. Guys, get the box labeled ammo from the closet. The windows open, anyone not hungover can throw them at the car on my mark." I opened my window and stuck my head out.
"What the [EFF] is wrong with you shitheads?!" I screeched. The response was a painful hit to the head by... A paintball gun?! Shit, that hurt! The girls laughed.
"We're fangirls! We want our men!" the brunette yelled.
"You hit me in the face with paint?! YOU DIE! Fire!" I yelled. A barrage of oatmeal bombs were thrown into the car, causing them to splatter all over the girls. They shrieked and spiraled off the road, landing in another ditch.
I slammed on the gas and hauled ass out of there.
"Wow, you were right, Gypsy. Maine fangirls are something. " Yami said.
"Told you! Looks like we've been compromised." I felt my forehead, and when my fingers came back, they were covered in red paint.
"Shit, that's gonna bruise really bad." I murmured to myself.
Sorry about the wait on this one. I got distracted for a while.