Blind Drunk
I'm not saying missions are a good reason to go drinking, but sometimes they make a good excuse. The last time, it was something about a chemical or pharmaceutical company.
I hate drugs.
I don't remember much of the mission, but that was the whole point of going drinking afterwards. We killed, but I'm too cowardly to try to remember my dead. I'd go nuts. My hands still smell of blood.
Bars and clubs are closer to Youji's scene than mine, but I've followed a few times because I've got nothing better to do, and there's this one bar that I liked. And I just find myself going back.
I don't remember exactly what I did the other night, but I'm a fairly predictable drinker. It probably went something like this: enough beer to pick fights, some shots if I didn't get knocked out, waking up in some random gutter/bedroom/the Koneko's garage.
I woke up in my own room the last time, feeling like clawing my head off would be an improvement, or my stomach, and wasn't I lucky I had bugnuks for each hand and didn't have to make difficult choices like that.
Groaning, I rolled to the side of the bed.
Someone grabbed my head at the back of my neck and yanked me down into a bucket. I was too busy spewing up last night's misery to protest. Any guesses why Youji usually leaves me in the garage?
"You're disgusting." A deceptively soft whisper in my ear, leading to a very predictable response from me. I was stomach-down and vomiting, so I doubt he noticed.
But-- it was Aya.
Fuck.
He held me there until I'd finished, then yanked my head up enough to wipe my mouth with a damp cloth. He looked pissed, but that's a familiar look on Aya. He dropped my head -- hitting the pillow gave me some sharp pain to contrast the dull, throbbing ache.
He glared at me and walked out carrying the bucket. He brought it back, empty and rinsed and put in down on the floor next to my head. Aya crossed his arms and stood leaning on the wall, across from me. He just watched me and glared.
He was gone when I woke up mid-afternoon.
I have three team mates. The other two would be nicer about it. I don't know why he didn't switch with Omi or Youji for opening shift. As much as I want to understand Aya, I don't.
Wanting a replay performance so I can figure this out is not a good reason to get blindingly drunk, or even a better excuse. That's never stopped me before.
Hidaka Ken
Weiss Kreuz
WC: 444
I hate drugs.
I don't remember much of the mission, but that was the whole point of going drinking afterwards. We killed, but I'm too cowardly to try to remember my dead. I'd go nuts. My hands still smell of blood.
Bars and clubs are closer to Youji's scene than mine, but I've followed a few times because I've got nothing better to do, and there's this one bar that I liked. And I just find myself going back.
I don't remember exactly what I did the other night, but I'm a fairly predictable drinker. It probably went something like this: enough beer to pick fights, some shots if I didn't get knocked out, waking up in some random gutter/bedroom/the Koneko's garage.
I woke up in my own room the last time, feeling like clawing my head off would be an improvement, or my stomach, and wasn't I lucky I had bugnuks for each hand and didn't have to make difficult choices like that.
Groaning, I rolled to the side of the bed.
Someone grabbed my head at the back of my neck and yanked me down into a bucket. I was too busy spewing up last night's misery to protest. Any guesses why Youji usually leaves me in the garage?
"You're disgusting." A deceptively soft whisper in my ear, leading to a very predictable response from me. I was stomach-down and vomiting, so I doubt he noticed.
But-- it was Aya.
Fuck.
He held me there until I'd finished, then yanked my head up enough to wipe my mouth with a damp cloth. He looked pissed, but that's a familiar look on Aya. He dropped my head -- hitting the pillow gave me some sharp pain to contrast the dull, throbbing ache.
He glared at me and walked out carrying the bucket. He brought it back, empty and rinsed and put in down on the floor next to my head. Aya crossed his arms and stood leaning on the wall, across from me. He just watched me and glared.
He was gone when I woke up mid-afternoon.
I have three team mates. The other two would be nicer about it. I don't know why he didn't switch with Omi or Youji for opening shift. As much as I want to understand Aya, I don't.
Wanting a replay performance so I can figure this out is not a good reason to get blindingly drunk, or even a better excuse. That's never stopped me before.
Hidaka Ken
Weiss Kreuz
WC: 444