First, thank you deathgundam006 for your suggestion! But I'm afraid random thoughts would be too random, so how about things related to today's theme?

I have to admit, "Mist" is a tough one to write on… But there'll be worse in the future, and I think there's been worst in the past. Seriously, each time I look at the number of chapters I've written, I'm shocked by how much I've written and how much is left…

"I think I'll head home now," Yang stuttered while trying to stand up – and failing miserably, the alcohol finally taking its toll on her.

Blake, as the barmaid, kept a discreet but vigilant eye over the blondie as she had been requested to do so by their common friend, Sun. It was easier said than done, since the girl seemed hot-tempered and hot-headed. And that was not considering the consequent amount of people trying to hit on her, that she was trying to hit back – something about calling her sweetheart that drove her mad, from what Blake had understood.

And now she wanted to drive home. Luckily for her, Sun had left her motorcycle keys under Blake's vigilant watch when he had walked out of the nightclub earlier in the arms of a blue-haired companion. She wouldn't kill herself on the road tonight, not if Blake could prevent this.

"Where did I put my keys?" she suddenly realized, searching all of her pockets

"I've got them." Blake stated, jingling the set of key fir the blondie to see. "And you won't drive tonight. You're way too drunk."

Frowning, Yang tried to process what had just been said. Sure, she had drunk a bit more than her usual, but she still had her mind clear! At least that's what she thought until she tried to form a coherent phrase.

"Why do you do this? I'm not as think as you drunk I am…"

When the words got out of her mouth, she knew she had made a mistake, and proven her right. "Okay, I admit. I might have drunk too much." Keeping her sentences short, she let herself fall on a barstool, knowing that she would have to comply with the barmaid's request.

"Might? After all you got, I'm surprised you're still standing at all!" Blake laughed while she served another customer.

"I can hold my drink." The blondie shrugged, before falling in a resigned silence

For a little while, she kept silent. Then she started to get bored, and as she was stuck here by the barmaid's will, she decided to engage the conversation again.

"Sun asked you to do it?" she suddenly prompted, fed up with spinning her empty glass on the countertop.

"Yeah, how did you guess?" Blake answered, for once pleased to have some company.

"Saw you two discuss earlier. Even don't know your name."

"It's Blake." She smiled, surprised that even in such state, her – forced – companion still had a sense of decorum. "Yours is Yang, right?" as nothing but a nod answered, she pursued. "So, what brings you in such place?"

"Whaddya mean, in a nightclub? Or in a gay nightclub?"

"Well I guess both…?" Blake hazarded, surprised by the question.

"I'm in a nightclub 'cause Sun and I wanted to hand out. I'm in this nightclub 'cause Sun knows the place and think it's great. Also, because I might have mentioned that I am bi." The blondie shrugged, as to show how little consideration she gave to the circumstances of her arrival.

As they kept discussing, Blake found out that holding a stable conversation with a drunk was harder than she would have thought, and also that Yang had an endless supply of lame pun and funny jokes, as well as some interesting point of views. Time fled by, and as the closing hour stroke she had an idea to maybe see the blondie in a sober state.

"I still can't let you drive home," she said while putting on her coat. In the wee hours of the morning, the wind was stingy and cold.

"But…?" Yang replied, having realized that she was about to suggest something else.

"How about I drive you home, and tomorrow when you're sober you give me a call, so I can bring you back to your bike?"

"Sounds good to me. Will have to remember though…"

So she drove her home, and after making sure that she had reached her apartment and left a sticky note with her name and number on the fridge, she surprised herself to smile into nothing. If she didn't know better, she would have thought that the odds were slim and perhaps in her favor, but there was someone she knew had planned all of this. Sun.

So… I know it's really far-fetched and might seem not linked at all to the theme, but I swear it is! It comes from a French expression, "brume alcoolisée" (alcohol mist) which basically means that your brain and judgment is clouded with alcohol. And don't forget, alcohol can be addictive and dangerous, careful if you go around it. How about some review answering?

SomeRandoFromTX: Glad to see you're back! Also yeah, I try to be eclectic in my subjects of writing…. Think you've noticed x) And your writing ideas are quite interesting, I'll definitely write them as a bonus! (cause the 100 themes are predetermined, found them on the internet.) As always, thank you for your kind review, I'm glad you liked the plain and cute sharing-caring part of these :)

Anyways, thank you for reading, and I'll see you tomorrow !