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Slice of Life	By : Starla_Q Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 1313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Bail

She was rather taken with Heero's action, it felt amazing. "I don't think that would be...well, not for long." She was too mesmerized and gave in to the connection. It was harmless as long as this was all he wanted. Every now and then he would make perfect circles with his tongue in the same spot, "Heero..."

"Yea~" he laughed a bit, "Let me see those lips again." He tilted her face up into his embrace and leaned them back on his bed. Their bodies laid side by side, legs mingling atop the sheets. He was beginning to get aroused and his body began to ache for her. His thoughts were few, and there was no background voice saying 'stop'. Heero's hands blindly reached for his belt and he struggled with the buckle.

She could feel his actions beneath her. He was less lucid than before but still wanted to be engaged physically, a big problem. "If you can't undo the buckle, it means we should stop," she said with an understanding tone. It was a perfect excuse not to do anything with him while he was this drunk. If he were tipsy it might have been okay, but not like this.

"Yeah. Thanks~" he sounded like he was fading fast. Before he could get across a full 'thank you for the drive', Heero was out like a light.

"...you still with me?" she asked leaning over top of him. Relena was about to feel bad for leaving him high and dry, but it seemed he was passed out before she even hopped off the bed. She headed back to the hall, hoping Heero would be alright for a few hours on his own. Deciding that checking in on him was a good idea, she set her watch for shortly after midnight. He might have sobered up by then and may want to return to the party. For now, he rested.

On her way out she passed familiar faces, Trowa and his date, the lovely Catherine. She was seeing Trowa back to his quarters, for long or short, who knew. He commented that it was cold and handed her his scarf, "Shame you couldn't stay inside, it's warmer." He snickered with Catherine as they continued to walk on by. Relena assumed the chortling was a result of beeing seen leaving together, a catalyst for gossip. Fortunately she wasn't one for spreading rumors; she had plenty of gossip, she was good at it, she just didn't care enough.

The young ambassador stepped outside and a brisk wind blew past her, it was light and refreshing. "I have no idea what he's talking about, it's beautiful out here," she unknotted the dark blue scarf and let it dangle.

As all this was happening, Duo was working his magic with the bartender; or the other way around. The big band blasted up on the stage and the glitter flew on the dance floor; Missy was a part of keeping everyone's glass wet and the counter dry. "Thank you," she said "This helps a lot," and laid another colorful drink in front of her newest admirer.

"Hey, no prob," Duo said and gently mixed the drink back and forth. "What's this one called?"

"Blue Lagoon," she said and began to mix another for someone else.

"Excellent," he commented, unsure if he was able to fit another drink in his gut. The drink was sweet and sour at the same time; and though he enjoyed the taste of it, his capacity was filling fast. He spoke with Missy for a few minutes and found out she felt she was still stale at mixing drinks. He agreed to help by ordering a few complicated drinks so she could brush up. Three drinks later, he was starting to fade.

"Duo?" Quatre asked from behind him. He had been nursing the same drink for the last hour, made obvious by the lack of ice remaining in the glass. He had moved on to something that tasted like black licorice, a gift from a passing official.

"Here, drink this for me," he said and swapped glasses with Quatre. He was fortunate the glasses were similar, and his was nearly empty.

"I can't handle these things," he said and tried to drink it, "Actually, this tastes...like candy. What is this?" He took another long sip and stirred it with a straw.

"Blue Lagoon," Duo said quickly.

"Finished?" Missy asked.

Duo shoved Quatre out of her line of vision, "Down the hatch. How about another?" he rested a dopy head on his wavering wrist. She turned around to grab another mixable liquor, giving Duo enough time to bark orders behind him. "Help!" he said, "Wing man?" The second part was said with more desperation, like a plea.

Quatre rolled his eyes and covered his face with his free hand, "I'm going to regret this," he said and downed the rest of the blue mix, hoping he didn't have the same fate as Heero. Taking his seat, he was ready and willing to help with this endeavor.

"Tequila sunrise," she plopped the drink down, "Oh, your friend," she said, "Can I mix one for you too?"

"Sounds good," were the words Quatre said but he meant 'Duo, I hate you'. She left to find the right glass. Quatre looked at the cup Duo was emptying, "...Isn't that the same one Heero was drinking? You should be careful," he said and awaited his own cocktail. The fact that the drink Duo had the same thing as Heero, yet twice the size, spoke to Quatre.

"It 'tiz. But don't worry, I put extra booze in Heero's glass, that's why he got all eff'ed up," he sounded all proud of himself. "It backfired, he didn't stick around. But we got to watch him hobble to the car." He gave a thumbs up.

"I had to help him hobble into the car. What if it makes him sick? You're going to be the one stuck with a dry cleaning bill." Quatre said, annoyed that Duo was trying to pour booze down everyone's throat, not just his own.

"Pff, dummy shouldn't have slammed his drink," he said as he scoped out the bartender's hindquarters. Normally that wouldn't have been a big deal, but it was all he could see. The barrage of drinks had rendered him peripheral-visionless and more tunnle-visionful.

Missy came back and laid down a three layer drink of equal layers, coffee brown and blue that instantly faded to yellow, "It's called a 'Blue eyed Blonde'," she slid it toward Quatre and popped a neon green stir stick. "You are what you drink," she said with a chuckle. She puttered off after a well deserved compliment on her concoction and left the friends to their own devices.

"I don't think she's interested," Quatre said, knowing he had to break it to him sooner or later. He took the time to look at other people's drinks and saw the size difference, it was obvious she was serving him doubles on purpose.

"Of course she is," he protested, not wanting to give up so quickly. He had been waiting for her to be done with her shift so they could talk more personally. "She's still on the job, I'm not gonna make her get in trouble 'cause'a me. Wait for the perfect time...patience...it's key..."

"Maybe this 'perfect time' should be tomorrow. When you're sober," he commented on his fellow pilot's alertness, mainly his lack of it.

"I'm sober enough," he denied the accusation.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then why is your head down," he asked with derision, hoping his point would be obvious.

Duo took note to the posistion of his head, laid down on the counter. "Y...y-you...you may be right. Call me a cab." He chuckled at his own disposition, to drunk to sit upright and still sucking on the wet end of a straw nearing the bottom of another cup. "Also, I'm laying in condensation, can you tuck a napkin under my face, Quatre."

He couldn't help but laugh at the poor guy, "Time to get up."

The bartender had been giving him doubles the whole time to get him hammered; it seemed she was hit on so frequently that she developed a defense mechanism. If he were too drunk, he couldn't hit on her. Logic. "Ready for more?" Missy asked as though she were speaking to seasoned drinkers, she quickly realized that they were not as they were getting up to leave.

"Sorry, we're calling it quits," Quatre said, "Come on Duo," he picked him from the stool and began to move away.

"Duo?" she said to herself. She hadn't asked his name when he sat down, only what he wanted to drink; so Missy didn't get the pleasure of knowing who exactly she was speaking with. Had she known it was one of the gundam pilots sitting at her bar, his night would have went better. "Oops..." she uttered and went to inform her boss to the mishap. Her words made him chuckle: 'I got Mr. Maxwell smashed...he won't be angry, will he?' Knowing full well he took pride in being the 'God of Death'. He told her not to worry, they'd deal with it if it came up in the furture.

They made tracks back to their first table of the night, where Wufei was curretnly counting his winnings. Quatre lowered Duo to a chair. "No more," Duo said, his head was now on par with the base of the cups he drank earlier. He hiccuped, "U'm done~"

His 'sort' was so out of sorts that it even briefly caught Wufei's attention. "No kidding," he said counting the first half of his winnings. He made a killing that night.

Relena showed up shortly after. She immediately offered to take Duo home when she laid eyes on him. He was plastered on, and to, the table. A friend was putting him up for the night, she needed to take him there as soon as possible. "Are you ready to go?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah." His movements had to be very precise and planned, this made it visibly ridged. He stood up and stumbled back a step. Paused to regroup. Regroup completely and went forward. The way his body moved was like metal, and the table a magnet. "That last drink is kicking my ass," he complained.

"I'm sure it was the last one that did it," the hoarder added in his piece before they were out of ear shot.

Relena had to practically carry him on her back all the way down the stairs, keeping two steps in front of him the whole time. To her only good fortune of the evening was that Duo was much lighter to carry than Heero. "Almost there, stay with me," she reminded him to keep moving toward the car when they got to flat ground. She proped him against the side door, "Don't fall," she said and moved swiftly to the other side.

"Wher'id Heero go'again? Nevermine, he was tak-taken ho-me. I got this," he babbled and laid his chin on the roof of the car, eyes closing slowly. He waited for the door to be unlocked. When he heard a click, his door opened and he sat down with no trouble. The only reason it worked so well was because it was all one fluid motion. When Relena sat next to him, before the light in the cab died down, he noticed something peculiar. It stuck out from beyond Relena's scarf. "Hey~yo, here, cm'here, c'mer," he said as he was reaching out to her. He leaned over, getting much closer than he needed to be, "This'siz'twisted," because that thought was all one word for him. He fixed the scarf that had apparently 'twisted itself in her hair'.

"Thank you," she said and began the ride home, irked. How had he manage to get so smashed? She wasn't even gone that long.

Duo laid mostly silent, only responding with an "Mmm-hmm," now and then. He breathed in deep. "Tonight was a bust. First one wasn't into dudes. Second one was a dude. The bartendr'tried to poison me...stupid everything..." He threw his hands in the air and laid his head back after the outburst.

Relena tried to comfort him but heard no response. She was going to have to start applying the break if he passed out. "Duo...let me know you're still awake." A second later his hand came up and began rotating the lever to open his window. It only went down half as much as anticipated. "Wh'dsn't it open all the way..."

"We ordered it like that from the manufacturer. Would air flow keep you up?" she asked with a smile and lowered her window to generate a cross breeze. It was good to see he regret downing his drinks, however many he had. This was an especially funny scene after his earlier jab at Heero and how he should have 'slowed down'.

"That's the intention...staying con~sh'us," he said and sat back again. He began trying to catch his breath momentarily, with short, shallow breaths. This became more obvious when he was breaking into a sweat, tugging his shirt away from his skin to generate a current of air.

"Duo, should I pull over?" Relena was trying to decide what to do, they were seconds away from their destination too.

Duo squinted his eyes and concentrated on his state of mind. "Don't worry...I'll fit."

"What are you talking about?" Relena asked and looked over. Without any warning Duo rose from his seat, as far as he could, and began chucking through the narrow space the window offered. Relena went into distress and swerved closer to the shoulder of the road. "Duo!" She unlatched his seat belt so he could get further out the small space, but realized he may fall out entirely. "Don't slip," she grasped his belt loop at the back. "...should we stop?" she asked while holding his pants with one hand and the wheel of the car with the other. Eloquent. And they were only seconds away from having an event free ride.

Duo tried to answer, but couldn't stifle retching once again. "...uhh," he finally said, "-keep going." They got to his friend's house a few moments later. The ill stricken passenger then slinked his way back inside the vehicle, after everything was still. To his surprise he managed to open the door all by himself. Holding the handle for support, he leaned out, this time to fill the gutter.

"...when you're finished..." Relena said with an annoyed voice.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, spat, then nodded, "Really sorry," he said, not able to turn and face her.

"It's okay, no harm done," she rubbed his back as he sat at the edge of her car trying to catch his breath. She had been told 'everyone has a night like that', she assumed this was Duo's. Relena saw his friend come out of their house and start waving them down from the stoop. She flagged him over. "You have someone coming to get you."

Relena waited until they were inside the house before she got out to look at the damage to her car. "Oh my," was all she could muster. It was a mess. "Better out, than in," she said positively, referring to it being outside the car and not on the interior. After finding very little amusement in the double entendre, she stopped at a gas station to spray off the side of her vehicle.

When she got back her mind was dead set on making sure the rest of her guests hadn't done anything too offensive, to themselves or otherwise. Hopefully no one else put themselves out of commission.
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