-Chapter XXIX- A Quick Drink
-Chicago, Illinois
-March 28, 2012/28 First Seed
-12:12 P.M.
-Nicholas
"Well, I wish we could stay, but I'm afraid we have to meet our landowner." Johnson said to Claire as he pushed Saria and I out of the bar. My head was buzzing a bit, but other than that, I was fine.
"Who's our landowner?" Saria asked lazily.
"Rose Potter." he replied.
"Oh yeah, I forgot..."
"Saria, are you drunk?" I whispered to her.
"I'm not sure...I don't think so." She raised a hand in front of her face, and watch it with much curiosity. After a minute or two of watching it with a serious face, she reached out to touch my face, missing by about an inch or two to the right. She let it drop, then looked at me, "yeah..."
"I kinda want to meet this Rose too. President Reynolds said she was veeeery nice." Wright said, seemingly in a daze. "And I want to thank her for stocking the house with the stuff we need and stuff..."
"Nick I think you and I are the only two not drunk." Johnson said. "Come on, Jackie."
"Come on, Saria." I copied.
So David and I pulled Saria and Jack down the two or three blocks that our house was away from where the bar was. Of course, they weren't much of a conversation, but David and I talked a bit along the way. "So how'd you and Saria meet?" he asked.
I opened my mouth to speak, a bit without thinking. Obviously I really shouldn't tell him that Saria was out for my life. "She...was doing a contract. In Skyrim, and we just happen to cross paths."
"Oh, did you help her with it?"
"Yeah, I took her to her destination, which just happened to be where I was going, too."
"Who was it that she killed?"
"Well, she wasn't able to complete the contract..."
"Oh, well that's a shame...I think."
"How about you and Wright? You two seem nothing alike. Everything you enjoy is practically polar opposites."
"Well, we met in the military." he recalled with a smile. "I went to join the Marines after my wife passed away."
"Oh...I'm sorry for your loss."
"She was a wonderful woman...but anyway," he said quickly, trying to steer the conversation away from such a topic.
"Was it a situation like 'hi, I'm David, want to be friends', kind of thing?" I said, trying to sound like Wright and how he talked.
He smiled at my attempt. "Please don't try to sound like him. I think that's just putting on a show because he like to sound 'swaggy'. You're better than that. But no, actually we got into a bar fight after our first tour. He bet me twenty bucks that I'd be knocked out in less than five minutes."
"I take it he didn't win the bet."
"Nope! We got into a fight that lasted about an hour or two. And when we woke up the next morning in a dumpster out back behind the bar."
I laughed, "then the friendship was made...how?"
"When we woke up, we complimented me on my swing, and I his, we shook hands, and kinda became close on the tour afterwords."
"Huh..." I mumbled, thinking of just how similar that was, in a sense, to Saria and I.
"There's the house." Johnson said, pointing a finger forward.
"Hello, you must be Jack and David." Rose said. She was a tall woman, deep-brown hair that shine in the light, wore glasses and a business suit.
"No, actually." Johnson corrected, "this is Nick, I'm David, and this..." he said, dragging forward Wright, "is Jack."
He looked at her in his daze, and smiled. "Well hello to you!"
Rose inspected him, "is he all right?" she asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, he's just drunked." Saria said with a giggle.
"And who is this?"
"This is Saria." I said with a guilty smile.
"No, this is Sparta!" Wright suddenly burst out.
Johnson slapped his palm to his forehead, and I couldn't help but laugh at this. Of course, I didn't know the reference, but I still found it humorous for whatever reason. "So, do you know where everyone else is?" I asked.
"Well, I'm right behind you." Saria said with another giggle. I copied Johnson's palm face smack.
"Well, it's true." Sonic said as he came from behind me. He looked very serious and examined me as I pulled Saria to her feet. "You sure you two aren't a thing?"
"Yes!" I said irritably. Saria looked directly at me before holding out a finger and pressing down on my nose like a button.
"Boop." she said.
Johnson and I again smacked our foreheads with our palms.