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Blargh. There's a second part to this using another prompt, but it's only a half-assed rough draft and I'm not even sure it'll be worth revising and posting. I think it might just be better to leave it like this and let the reader figure it out.
79. Sky
Shit. I don’t feel very good.
The whole world seemed to be violently spinning, and not because she was afraid of heights or anything like that. She’d flown a million times before. Besides, Bashou was a decent pilot.
“ You look sick.” The other Rocket noted. She waved a hand at him as if to say it was no big deal.
“…I drank last night. I’m just hungover is all.”
Ria said that more to convince herself than to diffuse any worry he might have about her, which was very unlikely anyway. In all honesty, she hadn’t had anything to drink last night, mostly because Bashou wasn’t very eager to celebrate the fact that they’d completed the mission. He’d been hard to get along with for the whole trip…he didn’t like to be separated from Buson, something he would never verbally admit to but very widely broadcasted through his behavior.
It was just no fun to drink alone, so after Bashou had loped off to his motel room she had gone to bed as well.
“ You always were a lightweight.” He chided.
She half-heartedly cocked a fist at him when he said it but didn’t have the energy to follow through.
“ Shit.” She murmured it aloud this time, and leaned far back in her seat. Damned if she knew what was wrong but things were getting fuzzy now, darker. Ria had never gone through the experience of blacking out before. “ There’s a first time for everything.” She mumbled to herself, realizing just how sick she sounded before she lost consciousness.
“ What?” her random statement was enough to distract Bashou from what he was doing. “ Rianne?”
He didn’t think much of it at first, reasoning that she was sick and the best thing to do was let her sleep it off. Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, though, and when he looked at her again that’s when he noticed the dark stain on her pants.
He glanced back and forth from her to the controls, thinking his eyes may be playing tricks on him since they had been in the air for hours now. He was right, though. It was slowly getting bigger.
“ Oh hell.”
79. Sky
Shit. I don’t feel very good.
The whole world seemed to be violently spinning, and not because she was afraid of heights or anything like that. She’d flown a million times before. Besides, Bashou was a decent pilot.
“ You look sick.” The other Rocket noted. She waved a hand at him as if to say it was no big deal.
“…I drank last night. I’m just hungover is all.”
Ria said that more to convince herself than to diffuse any worry he might have about her, which was very unlikely anyway. In all honesty, she hadn’t had anything to drink last night, mostly because Bashou wasn’t very eager to celebrate the fact that they’d completed the mission. He’d been hard to get along with for the whole trip…he didn’t like to be separated from Buson, something he would never verbally admit to but very widely broadcasted through his behavior.
It was just no fun to drink alone, so after Bashou had loped off to his motel room she had gone to bed as well.
“ You always were a lightweight.” He chided.
She half-heartedly cocked a fist at him when he said it but didn’t have the energy to follow through.
“ Shit.” She murmured it aloud this time, and leaned far back in her seat. Damned if she knew what was wrong but things were getting fuzzy now, darker. Ria had never gone through the experience of blacking out before. “ There’s a first time for everything.” She mumbled to herself, realizing just how sick she sounded before she lost consciousness.
“ What?” her random statement was enough to distract Bashou from what he was doing. “ Rianne?”
He didn’t think much of it at first, reasoning that she was sick and the best thing to do was let her sleep it off. Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, though, and when he looked at her again that’s when he noticed the dark stain on her pants.
He glanced back and forth from her to the controls, thinking his eyes may be playing tricks on him since they had been in the air for hours now. He was right, though. It was slowly getting bigger.
“ Oh hell.”