Room 429, Severely Hung Over, Owwwwwwww

[the_merriest]

Owwwwwwwwwwwwww. OW.

Rikku's head was thumping and she was gonna puke.

Not gonna puke. Not gonna puke.

Maybe if she hid under her pillow, she wouldn't puke.

(for the one who lives there and has advil)

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[raspberryturk]

Reno so lived there. And he so had Advil. Advil and water, and a trash basket to puke in. Just in case.

He'd made a point to wake up early and gather such things, because after five or eight daiquiris, he was pretty sure she was going to be needing them.

A lot. She'd been pretty trashed last night, after all.

"Good mornin', Sunshine." He closed his laptop and made a reach for said Advil. "Got somethin' for you, yoto."

[the_merriest]

Words. Words were loud and meant she should peer out from under her pillow.

"I don' want it," she grumbled. She hated whatever it was. A lot. "What're you doing here?"

Wait for it ... wait for it ...

She blinked. "Hey, this is your room."

[raspberryturk]

"Yep," he agreed, picking up the water and holding up the pill bottle so she could see. "I live here. And I got the magic pills that'll make your brain wanna crawl away from your skull just a little less, yo."

He was now opening the bottle. And getting some of those beautiful little pills. And making his way over to the bed.

"Unless you still don't want'em. I could put 'em back."

[the_merriest]

"What'm I doin' in your room?" Rikku asked, most of the previous night's embarrassments still a hazy fog. "Okay, I want those. If I'm not gonna puke. Gimme a sec."

Swallowing. Swallowing was good, and so was sitting up. Carefully.

"I'm never drinking again," she announced. She meant it. Just like she did every time she said it.

[raspberryturk]

"You paid me a visit last night," he told her, patiently waiting for her to achieve an upright position while he remained on standby with the painkiller. And the water. And the bucket nearby, just in case. "Your counting and your 'pbbbbth' were broken, so you spent the night, zoto."

This was all said as though such things were really quite normal. Why wouldn't they be?

[the_merriest]

This required squinting, and trying very hard to think. It'd be easier if that invisible clog-wearing giant would stop tapdancing on her temples. Stupid giant.

"There were ... daiquiris?" She considered. "I fed some dolphins and had some ... daiquiris? I think I had a lot."

She reached out for the pills, and the water. Reaching out made her tilt a little sideways. She was okay with that.

[raspberryturk]

"Five or eight, yep." He handed her the pills and the water, and then sat down and put an arm around her to keep her from falling over. Falling while hung over tended to suck even more than falling while perfectly sober did.

He did it a lot. He knew such things well.

"Gotta be careful with daiquiri. Tastes damn good, and then beats the shit outta your head in the morning."

Reno was also very familiar with rum. For whatever reason.

[the_merriest]

"I figured it was ..." Her tongue was thick and so dry. She took the pills and followed them with as much water as she could chug in one go, and then slumped back against him again.

"Figured it was. Light? I ... I usually don't like the taste of stuff, when it's strong. So if it had a lot I'd be able to taste it, and I couldn't, so I figured it was ... you know."

Big mistake, right there. Five or eight-sized.

[raspberryturk]

Reno was going to make a conscious effort, yet again, not to chuckle too obviously.

"First rule of drinkin' booze, Rikku. If it tastes good, that's what you gotta keep your eye on the most. That's the shit that'll sneak up on you good, yo. Need more water or whatever?"

[the_merriest]

"Really?" she murmured into his jacket. "I did it all wrong. Thought it was. Th'other thing. The dackeries were good and."

She kinda forgot. Her head was thumping. Ow, stupid head. She was gonna cut it off until it learned to behave.

"I thought you had ....... paperwork?"

[raspberryturk]

"Yeah, still got some." Reno shrugged. Okay, so he had more than some. But she didn't have to know that. He'd just put the meaning back into 'covert ops' while he worked on it, was all. No problem. Not for a Turk.

Stupid paperwork.

"Ain't no big deal. You're pretty good company, even when you come tumblin' in through doors, yo."

His nose still kind of hurt, actually.

[the_merriest]

Rikku tried to remember. Hmmmmmm. Try.

"I ... so don't remember most of last night," she muttered, rubbing at her eyes. "The dackeries, and ... I don't know why I had to bug you? And ... oh, man, now you're gonna be behind more 'cause I was all drunk at you."

[raspberryturk]

"Nah, I got work done last night anyhow, yo. You and your daiquiris were a nice distraction."

A very welcome pause. Especially once the workload skyrocketed like that.

"Missed you, anyhow."

[the_merriest]

"Missed you, too," she nodded. "Should've ... left you 'lone so I could bug you sober."

She groaned. "Remind me to never, ever drink again, k?"

[raspberryturk]

"Gonna have to cuff you to my other wrist if you want me to be around to remind you, yo." Reno settled back against his headboard and shook his head a little. "And then that'll be challenged whenever I pick up a drink for myself anyhow, because I don't wanna be a hypocrite or nothin', yo."

He wasn't going to tease. She was a lightweight with a hangover. That was very, very unfortunate indeed. It was.

"We should try to get you some kinda flow chart that compares fruity drinks to how smashed they get you, I'm thinkin'. So you don't go an' have five or eight thinkin' it's safe, yo."