~Twenty-First Act~
Greetings from... well, I'll be honest, not entirely sure where we are. It was dark when we landed, the boy and the baby were sleeping and Fran and I got some alcohol out to sate our boredom. Little tipsy, but I often forget how our alcohol affects the Viera. Their alcohol and ours are very different from one another, and she had one glass and was a little... okay, very drunk. It was amusing.
Thank whoever-is-out-there for condoms, or she'd maul me, drunk or sober...
Well, wherever we are, it's sunny outside and I think Fran has smacked me at least three times in an attempt to punish me for her painful hangover. I put the drink in her hand, so she claims. But she put it to her lips and downed it in one, so obviously not my fault. And everyone thinks I'm such a bad influence...
With Violet entertained by something colourful and Fran done cursing my name having gone back to bed, it's just me and the boy with little to do right now. Well, as teens do, Albanion is texting on his phone at the kind of speed that, back in my day, would lead a parent to believe the child is on some manner of drug. These days, kids generally aren't seen without their phones. Half the time I leave mine somewhere and don't realise I have messages until 2-3 days later when the sender already thinks you're terribly rude for not responding sooner... so, Rikku, I did receive your message, but not until about 4 days after you sent it. You are most welcome, my dear. Any time!
Well, I suppose I should go exploring, so we at least have an idea as to where we are now...
Oh hang on! I see a sign! Las Vegas, Nevada? Well... no idea how we wound up landing in Nevada, of all the places in the universe (my apologies to the Americans; I heard your team was ejected from the World Cup yesterday) but it means two days tops of alcohol and gambling: two of my favourite things. And then there's Violet getting adjusted to dry heat. Oh, that's going to be a riot...
Thank whoever-is-out-there for condoms, or she'd maul me, drunk or sober...
Well, wherever we are, it's sunny outside and I think Fran has smacked me at least three times in an attempt to punish me for her painful hangover. I put the drink in her hand, so she claims. But she put it to her lips and downed it in one, so obviously not my fault. And everyone thinks I'm such a bad influence...
With Violet entertained by something colourful and Fran done cursing my name having gone back to bed, it's just me and the boy with little to do right now. Well, as teens do, Albanion is texting on his phone at the kind of speed that, back in my day, would lead a parent to believe the child is on some manner of drug. These days, kids generally aren't seen without their phones. Half the time I leave mine somewhere and don't realise I have messages until 2-3 days later when the sender already thinks you're terribly rude for not responding sooner... so, Rikku, I did receive your message, but not until about 4 days after you sent it. You are most welcome, my dear. Any time!
Well, I suppose I should go exploring, so we at least have an idea as to where we are now...
Oh hang on! I see a sign! Las Vegas, Nevada? Well... no idea how we wound up landing in Nevada, of all the places in the universe (my apologies to the Americans; I heard your team was ejected from the World Cup yesterday) but it means two days tops of alcohol and gambling: two of my favourite things. And then there's Violet getting adjusted to dry heat. Oh, that's going to be a riot...