A Night of Bad Calls
continued from ~*~
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âWell, Iâm not letting you back in there, thatâs for damn sure,â Ran grumbled crossly. She was tempted to shake the smaller girl off her arm, except that she didnât know what kind of drunk Minako was (except bubbly, at least superficially), and the girl was latched on like a lamprey and could be hard to remove. Besides, she didnât really want to stop feeling, however fleetingly, her elbow brushing against the girlâs bo-
SELF-CONTROL, RAN. GET IT TOGETHER!
It was an absolutely terrible time for this to happen; Ran hadnât been sleeping too well for the last few nights, due to stressing over an upcoming kendo tournament, and she wasnât at her most coherent. Never mind that it was also the middle of the night. Exhausted and not entirely in her right mind, Ran was much more prone to bad ideas and slips in her self-control. And where Minako was concerned⊠that could prove troublesome in the extreme. Best to get her home as soon as possible, then find her own bed and hope the girl was properly contrite in the morning. Or afternoon. Whenever she woke up from her booze-induced stupor.
âIf not to bed, then can you at least give me directions? I havenât been to your place yet, remember. And I donât think Iâd ever live it down if I brought you back to my place.â
She could just hear Kouya taunting her now. âYou brought a girl home, huh? Way to go, Ranko!âShe wanted to punch his imaginary face for the comment already.
âWh-why would I want to go back in. back in,â a pointer finger holds steady on an otherwise wavering arm, reaching behind her and towards the door, âin there.â
...Hic!
One would imagine her limb still thinks itâs still bound by a cue with the way it swings in a wide arc in front of her now (thank goodness sheâs bolstered by Ranâs frame - arms and elbows and hands wrapped around her ribcage, which presses even further at antics, with little regard to whatâs where. Ho ho! If anything, sheâs received two sources of wonderful, coveted body warmth tonight), yet a short and polished nail lands and boops her friendâs nose ever-so gently, sing-songing what she apparently deems should be obvious, âYoooouuuu. Brought me... ...Out here!! So noooow ...Iâm with you!!â Her claimed arm pulls a swimming head closer for shoulder nuzzles to emphasize her point in near feline fashion.Â
( Friend! Nice friend! Strong friend! Good company! I like you! )
A bit of stumbling brings them to the sidewalk and the question of destinations. Thankfully, coursing spirits in her blood keep the flailing coming. From back to side, and now to front, she points dreamily off into the horizon (and down the street to the left).Â
âMmmnn... that way!â











