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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 4: Last Hours

It didn't take too much longer, but Quatre was the next to go. Shaking him from his daze, Relena managed to rustle him into standing up and walking. He was rather talkative. "All of us ended up meeting tons of great people...a lot of connections," he said with a vague slur, "We decided to celebrate with all those tags Duo had. Wherever he got them," he said.

She ruthfully laughed at herself. "I'm glad you had fun tonight," Relena gave it some thought, "And, you've only thanked me once," she giggled; Quatre was delightful when he was drunk.

"Then: Thank you...and thank you again," he said while laughing. She led him to her car and Quatre flopped in the front seat, shutting his eyes momentarily. Relena's door opened and shut, loudly. "I'm up," he said suddenly when it slammed.

Relena began her second trip to the dormitory, third trip of the night, with Quatre. "Who did you get to talk to tonight? It was really busy, I didn't get a chance to see everyone there," she said, for she was too preoccupied with Heero and then Duo.

Quatre talked about the people he met up with at the ball: arms specialists, ambassadors from other countries and even some representatives from the united nations. "And those people can drink, wow," he spoke abruptly and to the point. "I was surprised Trowa could keep up with them, topic-wise and drink-wise. I tried a shot of whiskey'wit them at the end of the night-it's making me so tired." He was swimming in his own head because of it. "This is why I don't like alcohol, it takes the'good'out'a'you," his words were slowly becoming one.

Lucky for Relena, he occasionally changed the pitch of his words, so it was easier to separate them in her head. "They do like being social about it. I think it only hinders you when you consume too much." She hinted and pulled into to the driveway of the dorm. He was now living there to go to school instead of being schooled independantly. She hoisted him out of the car, as she did for Heero, but with less guidance. Quatre was still somewhat in control.

"True. I wasn't even trying to drink! Duo dropped the first one on me, some kind of beer. The second, was one from th-the governor general, she ended up not liking her drink and gave it to me. It tasted like black licorice, it was okay. I forgot, the wine from the toast...then one...th-the one that tasted like raspberry candy that Duo didn't finish, which I'm sure was a double, or a triple. The next one-" He laughed as he walked in front of Relena going up the stairs, wavering from side to side as he did, "The name of the drink I had was a pun. Missy said: You are what you drink. The mix was called a 'Blonde Hair Blue Eyes'." He poked the side of his cup where the three layers initially rested. "It had three different colors, and they all stayed separate. Oh, and Duo's tequila sunrise, I tried a sip of that one too. Gosh," he paused, "I did drink a lot...these drinks are a trap." he said as if he suddenly realized a great truth, his talking even ground to a halt.

"A trap?" Relena stepped ahead of him and held the door to leave the stairwell.

"They didn't taste like alcohol, I drank them like juice. I think that's why Trowa stuck with the wine, it had bite...and-by the way-is that Trowa's scarf?" He reached out and held up the left side of the garment in question, wondering why she was wearing something like that in this humidity. He laughed almost silently, "You should keep it on, it looks good with that outfit." He let the scarf go. "Thank you again. Heh, that's three now, isn't it?" He and Relena shared a laugh then she held out her hand to him. "What?" he said sounding confused.

"The glass," she was going to tell him about it sooner, but wanted to see if he would notice on his own. "I'll take it back to the hall for you."

A glass resided in his hand, it was from one of his drinks. It only had a bottom left. He laughed at his own folly and ended it with a snap, "Trap," he said, handed her the glass and saw her off.

Since he had drawn attention to it, it wouldn't get off her mind; the scarf was chafing her neck because it was humid. She tossed it over her arm and decided to check on Heero. She needed a sound mind if she were to return to the banquette in good spirits. She laid down her items and leaned over his bed. He was breathing heavy, but he was doing well. She figured that he wouldn't be up for returning after all. Once again, she made her way back to the hall.

The last person she hoped was doing alright, was in fact, beyond alright. Wufei sat back, with the same brand of wine from the toast, glass number unknown, counting his winnings. "You must be pleased," Relena said to him.

Wufei nodded, "Yup," he replied and didn't lose count.

"...how much did you get?" she was forcing small talk, it was quite apparent that she was on edge while doing so too. He counted a few numbers out louder, to let her know where he was at and continued on. "Nicely done...quite nice..." she said.

"Yup..." He paused to sip his drink and went back to counting.

"...you are aware that any winnings made on these grounds need to be donated to the foundation holding the event...in this case, the school," she said dryly, "I'll get the rule book if you want."

He stopped dead in his tracks, for he had been busted. "No need." Emotionless, he handed over the cash; before letting go of the bundle he said, "That mark on your neck sticks out." Wufei sat back, hands free. "Rather unsightly."

Relena panicked. In the heat of the moment she wasn't really thinking about her appearance, the thought of Heero leaving a mark didn't occur to her. He must have done it when he did that 'tongue thing'. Her face turned a beat red. "I-uh, when-I-" And she left her scarf Trowa gave her in Heero's room.

"You could use my scarf," he sported a similar scarf to Trowa's; school issue, with their emblem and initial. "I'd need it back...so, for a price, I'll be willing to rent it out to you," his swindling side didn't simmer down any. Wine washed around in his glass as he made his offer.

With a reluctant hand, she gave him half of the money back, "I need to take some of it, you gambled out in the open. Policy and such..."

"I understand," he smirked, rejoicing in the winnings he wasn't expecting to keep. Wufei was aware of the restrictions for 'winnings' made on the property, he was playing for fun (to teach humility to the suits, using suits). The fact he got to keep any money was a bonus. "Tonight didn't suck that bad after all," he said with playful derision, "Relena?" she snapped him a look. "I'd like a ride home..." he remarked in a calm tone, "...when you're ready, of course. I'd hate to force you..." Since Wufei was in good spirits, he got to stay until the end of the party.

His comment made her feel even worse for what she and Heero did. For another two hours she got to enjoy the company of her guests with her sweaty, scarf neck. They eventually dispersed and Relena got the chance to retreat back to her quarters for the evening. She was about to ask Wufei to not mention anything about her hickey on the ride to drop him off, but figured all the others knew already. Hence: Trowa offering the scarf, Duo fixing her hair, Quatre suggesting the scarf remain on; they all knew, except for the one who actually did it. Even in the stupors of drunkenness, they were still incredibly intelligent.

She deemed it necessary to check on Heero one final time before she left permanently. It was a good thing she did, he had moved and was passed out holding on to the edge of his tub. Not even lifting the seat of the toilet she hit the flusher, in case he was in there for a reason. She wasn't up for seeing any more of that in one night. Relena felt even more guilty about agreeing to drug him in the first place, it was a selfish decision that she could have prevented. She only wanted him to have a little fun, not pass out cold. "Heero," she said and nudged him gently. He moved, stirring away from the fixtures. "Can you hear me? Are you alright?"

"I think I fell asleep on the floor," he said and began to try and get up.

"It's okay, don't rush. Were you sick?" If he said yes, she was going to feel worse.

He thought for a moment, "I thought I was going to, but I fell asleep. What time is it?" Heero checked his mental and physical faculties, they seemed to be in order; with exception to his balance.

"It's late, nearly one," she said.

"What? I showed up to the party at six?!" he panicked as he remembered things slowly. It was rather sobering. "I've been out for 'four' hours?" He rubbed his face with an open palm, removing any sleep from his eyes.

"Don't worry, you're not in any trouble," she said and assured him, "you got what you needed to do 'done'." Relena scrunched her face up from fatigue and sat on the edge of his tub. "I wanted to have fun tonight too...but I ended up playing chaperone. At least our game of pool was fun," she reminded him, wondering where the beginning of his memory loss was.

"Pool?" he said with confusion, until the memory came back an instant later. "-r-right...who won?" He only remembered up until they started playing and that was it.

Relena breathed a sigh of relief, "I did," she said, rather glad she didn't have to explain things right away. For someone who was holding a banquette, she sure hadn't spent a lot of time there. The gathering wasn't for her to begin with, it was for the other students to gain recognition; she knew her presence mattered not.

"I...o-okay." He sat up on the floor and tried to balance himself. "I remember...coming in here because I was warm. I held on to the tub to cool off..." He held a hand to his chest, exposed through the unlatched buttons of his dress shirt. "I kept moving up a little, so it'd be cold again." His delivery was classic 'Heero' style, flat and to the point. It was hilarious to see him so confused by his own actions. "Yo-u-...did you end up driving anyone else home?" He started to feel bad about making her miss out on the evening.

She said with a smirk, "Everyone-but Trowa. Duo nearly destroyed my car." She was venting now but really, she was over it.

"...And we played a game of pool too?" Heero asked as he allowed himself to wake up fully, leaning against the sink and counter to do so.

Relena blushed unknowingly, "Y-yes."

He noticed her expression. "You didn't spend much time with your guests...did you?" he asked. It seemed Heero was going somewhere with the observation, the destination remained unknown for the time being.

"Not as much as I'd liked-but I had a wonderful night. Quatre was especially fun to take home, so talkative. I've never seen him like that before." Relena tried to continue the small talk but she really wanted to do something about how guilty she felt, lest she explode. Her conscience was getting the best of her. "I brought some brandy, but I only got one drink out of it. I was a taxi for a portion of the night, so I couldn't drink any." She laid a hand on her purse.

Heero noticed this, "Why not drink it now?" he suggested hoping she still had it on her.

"Now...?" she pondered. She didn't want to drink alone. Relena had secretly been carrying a little flask in her purse the whole evening, it went largely unused until then. She was planning on polishing it off throughout the night with her friends, but stopped when the drama with Heero went down. "I have a flask...I suppose I could have a nip." She went into the small evening bag and produced a long narrow flask, engraved with paisley designs and various swirls. She popped the lid and took a big mouthful, it felt like an act of contrition. "It's strong."

"I have some cans of...something." He got up from his soothing, cool floor and hunted down two carbonated beverages while still feeling groggy. They left the bathroom and sat down in the bedroom. He on the edge of the bed, she, on a fold out chair nearby. "Take a drink from the can to make room first," he said as he handed it to her. Relena dumped a sufficient amount into her pop, "Mind if I have some?" he asked while popping his own tab.

"Sure." She held it out to him to do the same. When returned to her, she dumped even more in her own can. "I got so caught up in running the party, that I wasn't thinking straight...I'm sorry," she said and took a drink, cringing from the strength, "If you don't remember who won our game, then you don't remember what we did...afterward..."

"No, I don't..." There was a lump in his throat, he wasn't sure he wanted to hear any of it. Heero knew in his own mind that something happened, he had a few brief flashes of the scenes. They were so vague it felt like they were a part of a dream, and he had no way of knowing for sure how much of it was real. Relena told him everything. She explained the pool game and the stipulations of her win. How he sat in the hall while she carted Duo around. And finally what happened when she dropped him off in his dorm room hours ago. "Is that so," he said in disbelief. "How do I know you aren't embellishing the truth?" Heero had a point. She made some heavy claims that needed to be backed up, they sounded too farfetched even for a night of booze.

In a simple motion she tugged Wufei's scarf out of the way and replaced it again. It was enough to render Heero speechless. "I-I...didn't mean for it to go so far...I-I'm sorry, Heero." She took another sip.

He admired the fact she came forward and told him everything willingly. None of it rang a bell but her honesty was well received. It may have been from the brandy she brought in, or maybe his feelings were changing, but he smiled. "I had fun, apparently." He poked the bottom of her can more upward as she took a drink. It was now his turn.

Her mind retreated to the gutter, where it so rightfully belonged. "Seems fair." Relena took an extra long nip.
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