carefully executed maneuvers (bendytimed before clone plot) [closed]

[haruno]

Time was difficult enough to figure out on ship when she was having a good day. The mild hangover she'd had this morning (drinking water and forcing herself to down slop from the mess hall had kept it mild) had morphed into a milder headache and light sensitivity that had mostly faded by the time she'd picked up her omnicomm and run across Lash

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[livestoannoy]

At least this time it wasn't someone randomly appearing through the window. Except Marco wasn't expecting it to be Sakura. Sure, she's rambled on about 'plans', but since she'd been drunk as hell at the time Marco had assumed that she wouldn't even remember them, let alone try to follow through. He hadn't even gone storming after her to demand his omnicomm back after she'd decided to just walk off with the thing, because he figured she probably had a massive hangover right now. He'd probably just get punched in the face.

So when he opened the door to find Sakura standing there, for once not wearing her usual gear, he spent a moment just blinking at her in surprise. "Barbie?!" he said, incredulous.

[haruno]

Pending he'd have caught up with her initially. Sakura offered him the omnicomm as she helpfully pointed out, "You're late. Is this yours?"

Managing to gloss over ninety percent of what had gone on early in the morning for now, if she knew she needed to get an apology out sooner rather than later. Talking with Marco for too long would probably leave her in no mood to apologize. He had that talent. "I seemed to have picked this up somewhere between the Drunken Dragon and home last night."

[livestoannoy]

"Wait, I'm late?!" Marco protested, staring. "You seriously expected me to turn up for plans you made while you were completely smashed? How the hell do you even remember anything you said?!"

He looked down at the onmicomm, scowling a little. "Yes it's mine," he said, grabbing it from her.

[haruno]

"I was --" She was already losing the battle with irritation, and forced herself to calm down. He was more or less in the right to be angry with her. She had come in through a window at some unsanctioned hour of the morning and/or night, while entirely drunk, and then jumped back out. Not to mention the other things she'd said while she was an uninvited guest.

It was remarkably rude on her part. "Look, I'm really sorry. I was out of line, and I don't know what got into me." She crossed her arms over her chest after he'd liberated her of his omnicomm, feeling a bit defensive. "There's next to no one who doesn't eventually remember what they do and say while drunk, and alcohol doesn't excuse me from being responsible for myself. I said tomorrow, and I'm here tomorrow."

So there.