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A Regrettable Endeavor [Sasha]
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Post by Amelie on Aug 23, 2018 5:22:42 GMT
Guh.
Yup, the guh. An expression that could only express untold amounts of... guh-ness, for the lack of a better word. Probably a feeling composed of exhaustion, regret, and disappointment in herself, if one could sum that up.
"I'm never... drinking absinthe again. Ever." Even Amelie knew those were probably filthy lies, but the fact that she wasn't having the best of times while she stumbled through Shibuya's streets was more than obvious; she was even going as far as to talk with herself! Wasn't that something only nutjobs did? Or drunken people.
Luckily, she was in the second group rather than the first; some relief in a situation that was less than optimal. She couldn't but wonder why the streets were so dark this late at night, and why this section seemed to be deserted, but that seemed unimportant in the face of just... getting home and collapsing on her bed.
Tomorrow being Sunday was probably one of the few silver linings this situation had. Going to class with what felt like the hangover of the century brewing up could only be described as catastrophic.
"Hey, lassie! What are you doing alone this late at night? Had fun?" Yup, probably somebody had noticed how her feet shuffled uncoordinated, or maybe that her current clothes made obvious that she had been clubbing; black, skinny jeans, a relatively tight white blouse, a fair bit of makeup and a coat covering most of that.
The brunette's first reaction was to ignore this person, at least until two more appeared beside him, seemingly out of nowhere. Now that their visages were clear, it was obvious that they were in some kind of gang, given the clothes they were wearing and the fact that they were covering their faces with sick masks and sunglasses, despite the time of the day. "C'mon, don't be like that! Why don't you come with us? We'll have fun."
Truthfully, it didn't take a genius to know what was up. Sighing at the situation, she looked at them. "I don't... want to get in trouble." To those words, they smiled, even if Amy wasn't done there. "I have some spare money. Would that be enough for you to leave me alone?"
Of course, they weren't having any of that. After all, this seemed to be super easy. "Oh, but we don't want any money! We're pretty nice guys; why don't you give us an opportunity? I'm sure you won't be disappointed. I insist."
Another sigh escaped her throat. Whyyyyyyyyyyyy?
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Post by Sasha on Aug 23, 2018 19:03:29 GMT
Another day, another night of fun and partying. The blonde foreigner Sasha strutted down the empty street, her walk carrying an air of elegance that somewhat clashed with her rather plain looking blouse, jacket and jeans. Any other day she would have probably taken a taxi, but tonight she felt the need to get some air and clear out her thoughts. The almost barren, dimly lit streets of this part of Shibuya weren't exactly all that welcoming, true, and were probably not the best place for a girl to wander around at night alone. But she knew these blocks like the palm of her hand, and it was the quickest way to her appartment, so there weren't any better options available.
As luck would have it however, she wasn't the only girl walking this late at night: just across the street, a brunette wearing a dark blouse (not unlike the one Sasha was wearing, funnily enough) had clearly had one too many drinks tonight...and unsurprisingly there were already a pack of masked goons ready to take advantage of the situation. The russian girl scoffed at this scene.
She knew the type of men this poor girl had just stumbled across: either dumb teens looking for a cheap and easy way to get a quick buck and some thrills, or a group of spoiled rich idiots that had nothing better to do for fun than be make believe delinquents and taking advantage of weaker people. Both disgusting and reprehensible in their own way, but Sasha held a particular distaste for the latter group. She had met one too many kids like that in her life.
Whatever.
They had yet to notice her, so if she kept her head down and went along her merry way she should reach her place in about five minutes or so. This wasn't her concern, it was that girl's fault for being on her lonesome where she shouldn't.
But something kept her from just walking away. She looked back at the scene once again, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of walking away. She couldn't really leave without doing anything now, could she?
"Goddamnit." This stupid empathy was going to get her killed one day. She made a beeline for the alleyway. Charging them head on wouldn't be the smartest choice, even with the element of surprise. Even if she was the only one there carrying a swiss army knife on her pocket (never leave your home without one!), she was still outnumbered. And besides, that could get the other girl hurt, and she was trying to prevent that.
So as she approached the group she swallowed her pride, forced the most airheaded looking smile she could muster. It was time to pull the "rich daddy's girl" routine.
"There you are!" She gladly exclaimed, running to the french girl's side and tightly holding her by the arm. "Oh. My. God. Girl, didn't I tell you to wait for the taxi to pick you up?" She chuckled, smiling innocently while putting up her best "rich girl voice".
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience, boys, my friend here has a way of getting lost easily. Thanks for looking after her, we'll be on our way now." And with that she began dragging the drunken girl away, her hand reaching into her pocket, gently grasping at a small swiss army knife. They were not out of the fire yet.
"Keep walking and ignore them." She'd whisper into the brunette's ear, who would hopefully be be sober enough to play along and stay quiet.
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Post by Amelie on Aug 23, 2018 21:52:40 GMT
Of course, she wouldn't get away that easily, even if that wasn't her biggest concern; Amelie knew as a matter of a fact that she was able to leave these three wannabes in the dust as soon as she wanted, but... there was a small problem with that.
It involved becoming a three-meter tall aberration that fed on thoughts and feelings and had the potential to be unsubtle at all. and that wasn't having into account that she was still drunk.
"Guys, guys." Her voice was raspy and slurry, even if the pronunciation was strangely sober-ish. "I just wanna go back home. We can have fun any other day, okay?" With any luck, she wouldn't see any of those ugly covered faces ever again. However, the grip of the guy who had taken her arm wasn't relenting, like at all.
This was going to be a pretty long night, wasn't it? As an addled brain pondered the alternatives to charring a trio of dumbasses, what could only be described as the cavalry arrived. A blonde girl that, just like her, looked obviously foreign to Japan and that was at least one head shorter than her; the comparison looked interesting, even if Amy's mind forced itself to not dwell on that for too long.
Now, there were two different fronts; one of her arms was being tugged by one of the masked men, and the other by the unknown young woman. Quite the quandary, wasn't it? Still, it wasn't like the girl didn't know how to act. "Ohhhh. Thanks for picking me up. I kii~nda got lost."
Of course, those guys weren't backup down so easily. Still tugging one of Amelie's sleeves, he continued speaking. "Oh, don't be like that; we're just having some good fun! In fact, why don't you join your friend? The five of us will enjoy the night even more."
As if to make emphasis, his other free hand began digging into one of his pockets. The brunette recognized (or thought she saw, at least) a metallic sheen, her brain quickly processing that as a sign of danger.
Her first reaction? A quick kick to the crotch while shouting "Run!"
Way to finish the night, wasn't it? At least they had a head start due the shock and pain the trio was feeling at the moment. Better seize it, even though there was a... small problem.
She had no idea where she was going. Hopefully, this kind stranger would have that one covered.
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Post by Sasha on Aug 25, 2018 19:42:57 GMT
Well, it initially seemed that her little spoiled rich kid charade was working as intended, the drunk girl even being clever enough to catch on to the lie quickly and follow along. Unfortunately however, it was clear these idiots were not going to give up so easily, even doubling down and wanting her to join in as well. His words were enough to elicit a disgusted huff from Sasha. Boy, these kids were just asking for a beating at this point.
She had initially thought she could simply shove a fat wad of yens into their covered faces and call it a day, but as she noticed the metalic glint of something sharp as one of the men reached into his pockets, she knew that wouldn't be the case anymore.
They would have to get physical, it seemed.
To Sasha's (pleasant) surprise however, this girl actually knew the best course of action in such a situation: a well placed kick to the crotch. Well now that she didn't expect, and luckily neither did the masked goons, as their shocked (and pained!) gasps showed.
"Holy shit!" Sasha blurted out as she also began running, momentarily stunned by the girl's quick reaction to properly process it. Seriously, for a clearly inebrated person she was taking care of herself way better than what the blonde anticipated. Had she known this she would have probably saved herself the trouble of helping her.
Whatever, there was nothing that could be done about that now, all they could do was focus on running. Sasha didn't have the intention of looking behind her, but it was probably safe to assume the trio of men would be in hot pursuit after the brunette's little stunt.
Luckily, if she could keep up this speed, she should be able to make it safely to the building that housed her apartment. If the drunk girl would choose to follow after her or not was another matter entirely. Reaching with her hand into one of her pockets she took out a small keyring, both the keys to the building and her apartment dangling about with a loud metallic clinging. It wasn't too long now, just two more blocks and she would be home free.
Quite literally.
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Post by Amelie on Aug 25, 2018 23:51:14 GMT
Well, that had been a bit of a relief; even if Amelie understandably couldn't run all that fast due to... reasons, she managed to somewhat keep up with the kind stranger, eventually reaching an apartment building she wasn't very familiar with.
Of course, by now she was gasping and exhaling a bit laboriously; running like this was pretty... hard, after all. Not to say that her head was spinning at the moment. "Jesus Christ." By now, her legs felt weak and pretty much as if they were made of jelly. If getting drunk had been a bad idea, exerting herself like this had been even worse, even if the alternative probably was the worst option, overall.
"How did you... become three people?" Why there were three identical blonde women in front of them, and why her stomach was churning. And why... her face was turning sickly green?
Instinctively, Amy made several quick steps towards the nearest trashcan, opened it and then... proceeded to throw the meager contents of her stomach inside. It was probably more bile than anything else by this point, but she could positively verify that felt pretty bad.
Once she was done, the brunette's legs began trembling until they just... gave in. Doing her best to just not fall face-first, she just collapsed into the floor; sure, she was still conscious, but willing her legs to move was proving to be impossible.
"Crap."
How pitiful could she be at the moment?
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Post by Sasha on Aug 27, 2018 12:43:16 GMT
At some point during the chase, the masked men had either lost track of them, or had given up chasing them a while ago. Regardless, it was a welcome respite for both of them. Sasha was leaning against a wall, breathing heavily. What a way to end a night.
That said she now had to figure out what to do with the other girl: she had planned to let her into the building so she wouldn't have to worry about those three idiots, but now that they had banished she should have been able to let her find her way home without remorse. Right?
Or at least she thought so, until she hear the French girl muttering something about seeing three Sashas.
"Geez, just how much did you drink?" Yeah, running around while drunk was probably not the best of experiences. "Hey, you feelin ok?" Her inquiry was quickly answer by the girl throwing up in a nearby trashcan. Yep, that was a resounding "no".
Shaking her head, she glanced at the door of the building, then back at the other girl...who had now collapsed on the floor. She sighed, cursing a bit as she walked up to the fallen foreinger. She really couldn't just let her behind on the street, even if that possibility was far easier than the alternative.
Damnit, why was she being so nice today?
"Come on up idiot, you can't just sleep on the street at night." She said, trying her best to lift her back up from the ground. Which proved to be quite difficult, thanks in part to the fact Sasha was rather small compared to the other girl. Then again, she was small compared to a lot of people. After much struggling and cursing, she eventually managed to lift the drunken girl up, before slowly but surely making her way into the building carrying the brunette in a way that was half a piggy back ride, half dragging her along.
The ride up on the elevator was slow and awkward, Sasha for once loathing the fact her place was on the top floor.
"If you throw up on me I swear I'm dropping you here." Was all she said to the girl, not really feeling up to a conversation while carrying someone twice her weight. Thankufully, they finally reached the last floor, Sasha dragging her new acquaintance into the only appartment door there was after unlocking it.
If Amelie was still conscious, she might notice how the inside of the appartment was rather large and spacious, the floor glossy and shiny. On one corner of the living room a large TV with tow almost as big sofas in front of it. On the other corner, an even larger sleeper sofa, where Sasha carefully dropped the girl, panting and sighing in relief once that weight had been quite literally lifted (or dropped?) from her shoulders.
"Here just...rest until you stop seeing triple, I guess."
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Post by Amelie on Aug 27, 2018 14:59:33 GMT
From her place on the floor, Amelie could hear a vague voice; even though she hadn't expected anyone to come to her aid, the same blonde woman (that had decided to go back to become one person, thankfully) proceeded to go through to motions of... piggybacking her?
Why it always had to end like this? She hadn't asked for any of this, yet the brunette had to admit that feeling the comfortable warmth of somebody who cared —even if due to the circumstances, or just unwittingly guilt-tripping— wasn't a feeling that she minded all that much.
Doing her best to not that much of a dead weight and totally ignoring her threats, she just began a proper drunk ramble while being carried. "Y-You know? When I was a ki~d, I wanted to believe I was prri-ncess or some~thing."
Her speech was even more slurred than before, her words barely being coherent enough to make a sentence. "You know~, riding along wi-with a valiant knight and s-saying things li~ke Vive la France." Surprisingly (or not so much), her French seemed to be uncannily fluid, those three words being the only thing perfectly clear on that sentence. "B-But my brother was an ass~hole. He never w-wanted to be the knight."
She made a small pause while vaguely gazing at her surroundings; they were near a door right now, weren't they? That probably meant they were close; a true relief. "You c-could be a goo~d knight, in my opinion." The suddenness of that statement was a bit surprising. "Heck, you could p-probably be one of those ro~und table folk."
It was really weird for a drunk girl to reference the knights of the round table, but drunk people probably had done sillier things before. "If you w-weren't a girl, I guess. C-can girls be knights? I've~ never heard of one."
That was an interesting bit of trivia; the brunette vaguely remembered that people in the UK got knighted or something for community service, yet never heard of a woman getting such an honor. Kinda perplexing, wasn't it?
Ultimately, they had entered a pretty nice apartment and Amelie had been 'gingerly' placed in one of the larger sofas. After a small grunt that made evident those moves hadn't been exactly smooth, she had to admit that it felt nice, and that ultimately... she owed the person who had helped her this much.
"I-I know I pro~bably won't remember most of w-what happened this night, bu~t..." As cheesy as it got, didn't it? "Th-thanks. Really."
For some reason, Amy felt more sick than sleepy, even though wanting to throw up had been a distant feeling for some time. Was she safe? One never knew! But at least, for now, she could relax a bit.
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Post by Sasha on Aug 30, 2018 19:24:57 GMT
Hoo boy, here came the rambling.
Sasha knew having a drunk person stay silent for longer than a couple minutes was nothing short of a miraclem but still could have used without the brunette having a one sided conversation while she was carrying her all the way up. While she ignored most of her drunken ramblings, her whole spiel about playing a princess was cute enough to warrant a small chuckle from her, and now that she got to hear her somewhat accented voice more clearly, it was clear to Sasha she was either from France, or raised by French.
Regardless, the blonde couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow once the Round Table knights were mentioned, or that Sasha herself looked like on. Really? Her? A knight? Yeah, fat chance, she'd have an easier time believing this girl to be the queen of France than seeing herself as a knight in armor.
Having placed the rambling french girl on somewhere comfy, she was quick to grab a bucket from her bathroom and place it on the floor near the sleeper sofa, just in case the girl might have another gastric emergency during the night. With any luck she had already emptied her stomach on the trashcan downstairs, but it didn't hurt to play it safe!
"Sure, don't mention it." She replied with a tiny smile at the girl, who was at least thankful for the help. Granted, Sasha was sure the only reason she helped out was less out of the kindness of her heart and more to avoid the feeling of guilt she would get if she simply ignored the problem. "Hey, I helped save your ass, least you could do is remember." She added with a laugh.
With a yawn the russian blonde shot a glance at the clock hanging by the wall. 3:30 AM. Not as late as other nights, but after their little adventure down on the street she honestly felt like sleeping for a good while now.
"Look, I'm sure you'd love to talk but I'm really freaking tired, so do you want some water or something before I hit the hay?"
Only at that moment it hit her she had been forgetting to ask about something rather important, but what could that be? Right! Their names. It was only natural for them to know at least that much after what had happened, right?
"And uhm, name's Sasha by the way. How bout you, what should I call you?"
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Post by Amelie on Aug 31, 2018 14:45:09 GMT
The sound of the bucket being placed near Amelie's resting place brought her comfort; at the very least, it was a sign that it wouldn't have to run in the bathroom's direction if something fishy came up. Hopefully nothing will happen, but sometimes it was just hard to predict that kinda stuff, especially when you were in a half-asleep, half-awake soporiferous state.
Her limited awareness made her nod slightly at the blonde. She seemed like a nice girl, even though Amelie herself failed to understand what was the reason for that kindness. But... it wasn't like she was going to delve too much into it.
"Le~t's hope I do, then." The brunette's temples throbbed slightly, signaling what was, with a measure of certainty, an oncoming headache. It was fairly late, and catching some sleep seemed like a priority at this point. Understanding that notion, Amy sighed a bit.
"Don't worry. I-I should be able to get anything I need by~ myself. Go to sleep i-if you wanna."
In hindsight, pleasantries being a thing this late into them meeting each other caused a small chuckle to come from her. "Name's Amelie. Pleased to meet you, e-even if our circumstances were~n't the best. Hope we can be friends!"
As weird as an introduction could get, but it was fitting for the end their night had, nonetheless. "Sweet dre~ams." It would take her some time, but the teenager would eventually drift to a pleasant sleep. Well... at least relatively. Hopefully the next morning would look up!
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Post by Sasha on Sept 5, 2018 19:03:55 GMT
Funny, wasn't Amelie the name of that one movie her art teacher loved so much? Regardless, now that the formalities were out of the way Sasha felt she could go to sleep with a clean conscience, though she had to stop herself to do a double take at Amelie's somewhat...overly formal presentation.
"Yeah uh...likewise, I guess." She replied scratching her head. Was she always this oddly verbose or was it just the alcohol talking? Though her mention of becoming friends made Sasha chuckle. Friends? They barely met today and only because of rather unique circumstances.
Frankly, she would have been fine with the girl going home the next morning and everyone carrying on normally with their lives, but she didn't feel up for talking back to a drunken, barely conscious french girl she had met on the street.
It was too late to be bothered.
"Night." She simply replied, and with that she made her way into her own bedroom, closing the door behind her before pretty much flopping on her bed, letting out a relieved sigh as her tired body relaxed on the soft matress, soon falling asleep without even bothering to cover herself with the sheets or change clothing.
The morning sunlight crept into the bed room through the drapes, making the light sleeper that was Sasha wake up almost immediatelly. After spending about three or four minutes on her bed, she finally found the willpower to rise up to her feet again. After taking off her blouse and replacing it for a simple white tank top, she quietly made her way out of the bedroom and headed for the kitchen, but not before taking a quick stop on the way to check on her visitor.
If Amelie was awake, or if she was even still be around remained to be seen...
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Post by Amelie on Sept 6, 2018 21:24:37 GMT
The Dreamlands. It was funny how Amelie tried to conjure at times what were dreams in some of her waking hours, just to be frustrated at the lack of sense those could display at times. In the end, those were just idle thoughts, but given the place that dreams had in the brunette's life, she just tried too hard.
She didn't know why, but her dreams were both more frequent and weirder than the average person's, and that was puzzling. This night, however? Amy slept in relative peace, the tiredness of today's events coupled with a less than forgiving week had made short work of her consciousness, her mind finding itself on a black limbo for what were several blissful hours.
At least until her head decided to begin throbbing, promptly waking her up. And left her state of mind pretty much condensed in a single, simple word.
Guh.
Yet, she couldn't let this dissuade her; gazing around, she found herself in an alien environment, and before she asked herself where the heck she was, some random sparks of insight reminded her of the events yesterday. And about how she ended up being rescued by a totally random person. That wasn't into human trafficking, luckily! Otherwise, things might've gotten messy.
Sasha would find a pretty dazed teenager, still fumbling with her makeshift bed a bit; it looked like she wanted to get up, just that her body wasn't being collaborative enough. In any case, and after some brief seconds, she'd notice the blonde's presence, and look fittingly... embarrassed at the mess she was making. "Good... morning?"
Truthfully, this morning thus far didn't have much good to it, considering how the brunette's head was doing a pretty decent attempt at killing her, yet any other response would've probably been rude.
The alternative to her current situation had been to sleep on the street, after all.
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Post by Sasha on Sept 8, 2018 18:01:40 GMT
Maybe because it was early in the morning. Perhaps she was still tired from last night. Or maybe that's just how she was, but for whatever reason, Sasha's first words upon seeing Amelie still around weren't ones of relief, annoyance, or worry. But merely a simple, blatantly obvious observation.
"You're awake." Sasha simply stated the obvious, once she came to living room to find that Amelie hadn't left the building just yet.
Not only was she still around but she was awake, making a rather big effort just to get out of bed, to no avail. A somewhat sad sight, and one that was clearly making the girl feel somewhat ashamed of herself, so Sasha simply tried his best to ignore it and avoid commenting on it, simply continuing her walk to the kitchen, nodding slightly as Amelie greeted her.
"Mornin'." Judging by Amelie's expression, she seemed just a bit lost. Perhaps her memory was somewhat still blurry. "You...remember what happened last night, right?" Sasha asked, quirking an eyebrow. Was she going to have to explain everything that happened last night to her? What a drag.
While waiting for a proper response she'd turn her focus to the kitchen, as she put two slices of white bread into a toaster, filled a kettle with hot water and placing said kettle on top of the stove. As she continued her labor she'd glance once again in the french girl's direction. Right, she probably had to also make her some breakfast.
That was the usual when having guests in your home, wasn't it?
"So uh, want something? Juice? Coffee?" She offered, taking out a rather large glass jar filled with some orange juice from inside the fridge, placing it on the table close by. Truth be told she had more important questions to be asking, but those could wait. Now it was time for breakfast.
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Post by Amelie on Sept 9, 2018 1:35:20 GMT
Well, that had been a simple response, if Amelie had heard it; not very welcoming, but who could expect that when she was basically freeloading without even asking?
More than anything that could've been said and done about the situation, that was a sobering thought. Enough for her to finally stop fumbling with her makeshift bed and finally get out properly. "I am." She replied, even though that answer sounded a bit dumber when out of her mouth than in her mind.
It didn't take much for her to follow Sasha towards the kitchen; truthfully, last night was somewhat fuzzy, and the blonde would realize that just by looking at the brunette's current thoughtful, yet confused expression.
"Well..." Her mind began to retrace those events. "I remember drinking absinthe, even though I knew that was an awful idea. Then trying to walk my way home and some... dubious guys appearing? I kinda kicked one and ran away, but... where do you fit in there and how did I end there? I can't quite remember."
It was quite funny. Why was she in the company of Sasha and in what Amelie thought was her apartment if she didn't remember her being there at all. And most importantly... why did she know she was called Sasha? Guhhhhh.
Of course, she wasn't going to abuse her new acquaintance's hospitality, so, as the question regarding breakfast was posed, the teenager was already gazing around, looking at where the things to set the table up were. And promptly began to do it. "Some coffee would be a godsend, thanks."
While her mind avoided the obvious implications, rejecting somebody welcoming you to their house was as impolite as it could get, and that just wouldn't do. For now, she was just kinda confused and hoped that she would be less so after a couple of questions. Or explanations; Amy wasn't very picky about it.
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Post by Sasha on Sept 13, 2018 16:40:07 GMT
"Absinthe? Jesus, what did you do? Drink the whole bottle?" She said, a tone of incredulity in her voice. Not even she touched that stuff, her petite body would probably commit suicide if she tried more than one sip of it, no wonder Amelie was in barely any shape to walk last night, though Sasha was ever so slightly...annoyed (as usual) over her not remembering much of what happened that night, or at least she didn't remember her helping.
Though much to Sasha's surprise, Amelie did not only got up from the bed fairly quickly after that, but she even started helping on setting up the table for the breakfast. Good thing the mugs and spoons were still out in the open, having to help a stranger navigate her kitchen in search of food implements was always annoying.
After everything was in place she took a flask from inside a drawer, and poured it's brownish dusty contents into them. Instant coffee. Not as fancy as regular coffee but frankly she didn't feel like turning on her loud coffee machine today. She'd point Amelie to a small pantry next to her fridge.
"There's sugar and milk there too, if you want." She offered, as she turned back to the kettle, small trails of steam starting to come from it.
"Well, at I can see that at least you remember about 80% of it all. Shame you don't remember my parts." The blonde commented, carefully grabbing the boiling hot kettle and pouring its contents on the mugs, the water turning a nice black brown as it mixed with the coffee. She would sit down on one of the chairs, taking a tentative sip from her coffee, after which she'd start giving the french girl a (largely abridged) version of what happened last night.
"Basically I was coming home from that place uh...Kamuro-something? Kabukichu? Whatever, it was...the red light district. Don't ask, ok?" She warned with a glare and a low tone, before resuming her recounting of events. "On my way back I spy a group of creeps wanting to take advantage of some poor drunk girl and my concience, being the bastard that it is gets the better of me, and I decide to go and lend a hand. Of course, these idiots didn't take a no for an answer so you decided to take the initiative and kicked some idiot's junk." She snorted at that, nudging the other girl's side with her elbow.
"Nice move by the way, I don't think that guy is ever sitting down again." She paused for a moment, taking a sip from her mug with a rather content expression.
"So then we ran, got here, someone decided to try and take a nap on the sidewalk and I had the brilliant idea of taking you in so you wouldn't spend the night outside." Which brought them to the situation at hand, and the obvious question which Sasha quickly delivered to her guest.
"So...what's your plan now? Should I call you a cab too or..."
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Post by Amelie on Sept 13, 2018 23:53:43 GMT
For one second, Amelie had to ponder whether Sasha's question was just to add a bit of dramatic effect to the already wild tale or was meant seriously. Deciding that it was probably the second case —using sarcasm against somebody who was suffering from hangover was just mean, after all—, she responded.
"Are you crazy? I'd probably be in a coma if I drank an entire bottle of the stuff. It was just one... or two glasses, maybe? I can't quite remember." Most of the memory from that night had varying degrees of fuzziness, so it was hard to remember, but... could she be blamed about that? She had just tried to have fun! It was just that her success at it had been a bit dubious, considering the events transpired on that night.
But it wasn't like she was going to dwell on that for too long! Considering that pure coffee was probably being a little too harsh on her stomach; without losing time, she reached towards the pantry and retrieved the milk and sugar, and just in time for the coffee to be served! Its aroma was a bit strong, but sobering nonetheless. She began to pour some milk on her coffee, then to add some sugar before stirring the beverage. After everything was done, she took a sip and exhaled in relief while hearing the blonde's tale.
While a teasing smile ensued as soon as she mentioned the red light district, she refrained from asking about it, ultimately taking another sip after Sasha finished. "Oh, I kinda remembered a blonde girl, but I thought that wasn't important since she was so... small." Wait, wait, muddy terrain! Amy managed to timely shut her mouth before saying 'I thought she was a kid' just in time, even though... "I kinda wondered if it was a different person; I guess that you just look that cute when wearing nice clothes."
Why was she saying this, even? It wasn't like she wasn't drunk enough to lose her filter, or maybe she was? In any case, she took the elbow towards her side in stray, smiling a bit proudly at her accomplishment. "Hope he won't take it too personally. I've heard that those guys can hold a grudge for a long time. With any luck, that'll be the last time I'll see any of them." Of course, she was more afraid of what could happen to them. In a sense, she pondered what would've happened if the blonde hadn't appeared. It'd have been a bit... grisly.
From that tale, one thing was clear, however. "Thank you." She muttered, her tone a bit embarrassed. "Taking care of a drunk girl sucks, and you did it for a stranger. I'm really grateful. Can I repay you in any way?" As long as she didn't go with something too outlandish, Amelie would probably be able to do it, and, in fact, felt bound. As silly as she was, the brunette felt indebted now. Finishing her coffee, she took a look around the room before getting caught by the next question.
That was a good one, what next? Taking a cab, getting home and hopefully getting rid of all her clothes and her makeup, then beginning the day as any normal person would sounded... nice. But, before she could reply to that question, her phone began ringing. Reaching for her jeans, she gazed at the device while... frowning, and then sighing.
"Mind if I use your bathroom for a sec? I had an... emergency." She gazed at her peer with a knowing look, even if that wasn't the reason. Of course, the emergency was pretty... complex in nature. Being brief about it, she needed to be on the Digital World as soon as possible; getting to her home was a luxury she couldn't take, given how time flowed so differently between both worlds.
The plan was rushed, but simple; get into the bathroom, open a portal there, get into the Digital World and hope that Sasha wouldn't notice the thing until it collapsed, and if she did, Amy hoped she wouldn't enter. That'd be the worst possible outcome. Not the most elaborate plan, but she was in a hurry!
Sides, why would anyone enter a bathroom currently under use? That'd be weird.
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