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The Drunk Meme

1. Drinking Games. You're at that special level of drunkenness where previously unimagined things start to sound like a good idea, like another drink. It's cool, I know this great game that will inevitably end with everyone involved being totally wasted. You play until... shit, what were the rules again?

2. Unsolicited Advice. Oh man, you suddenly know the solutions to all of life's mysteries. All it took to figure it all out was half a pint of whiskey! It's time to tell all your friends how to fix the problems with their personal lives, whether they want you to or not.

3. Drunk Texting. Frankly, you can't IMAGINE why anyone wouldn't want to hear about how drunk you are right now. If only you could remember where the vowels are on this tiny keyboard. Drawing inspiration from TFLN is encouraged.

4. Tell them How You Really Feel. You lost some of your less important inhibitions three or four drinks ago, and it's time to tell it how it is! Time to hunt down the person you love, or possibly the person you hate, or even just the person you don't ACTUALLY despise, and bare your heart to them in a way that you'll almost definitely regret tomorrow morning.

5. Karaoke. Shot through the heart, and you're to blame! You give love... a bad... something...

6. Terrible Ideas. This is going to be so awesome, guys. I've got the skateboard, and I'm handcuffed to Steve... is the camera rolling? And who's lighting the fireworks?

7. Flirting. While all that booze may not have enhanced your charm, it certainly did wonders for your ego! Time to find all the hottest dudes and/or chicks in this place and make them swoon before your gin-powered charisma.

8. On the Streets. What better way to follow up a good bar run than by drunkenly wandering the streets in the middle of the night? There may be loud, embarrassing singing. There may be puking in the gutter. You may be completely lost, and not sure why that police officer is speaking Italian.

9. Take Me Home Tonight. Yeah, it's time to go home but you're not going alone, time to drag someone home for a hook up. Let's just hope you can get your body to agree or don't fall asleep first

10. The Next Day. All that you took with you from last night's adventures was a blur of jumbled, confusing memories, a lampshade with googly eyes drawn on it taped to your head, and a brutal hangover. What exactly happened here? And who's that sleeping next to you?

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You shouldn't walk around by yourself this late. It's dangerous.

I can handle myself

[The state he's in now, maybe not, but... At least the yellow scarves should leave him alone, right?]

Kida-kun...

[She has no idea what she can say to him right now but she's worried.]

[Silence for a little while on his end, as he sits down on a bench with a sigh. He's really not feeling so good. Never trying those drinks again ever. Seriously.]

I really like you you know Anri

[It feels important to put that out there.]

Um...I really like you too, Kida-kun. I mean, you're a good friend.

[At least she assumes that's what he means]

[Of course it's not. But that's OK. She should really stay away from him, anyway.

Restless, he gets up off the bench again, starts walking. He's not planning on going anywhere in particular, but... he'll find himself standing outside Raira General Hospital eventually.]

You and Mikado should be together

[Okay, that came from nowhere. He jokes about all this, of course - at least that's how she reads it - so it's been easy to brush aside that he might mean any of it]

I like the way things are now.

[He smiles a little at that. Not because of what it might mean for his chances with Anri - not at all. He just -...
He likes the way things are now, too.

And then it starts to rain, but... he doesn't mind. He was feeling a bit too warm, anyway.]

Sometimes I kind of like the rain

[What, logic, what?]

[She moves to look out of the window at his message, watching the rain as it falls and unable to help worrying about him being out in this]

You should get home before it gets any worse.

I don't want to go home

[Not now, not ever. There's a reason he spends almost all his free time wandering through the city.]

Kida-kun, you can't stay out in this.

[She'd offer her place but, well. Too many truths that might be uncovered if he came.]

[It's fine. He's not really looking for a place to go. He doesn't have a place to go.

And there's the hospital. He doesn't even have to count the windows anymore to know which one is Saki's.]

I don't mind

[He's fine with getting wet. Just fine. But then a thought, and he sends another text shortly after the first.]

Are you inside?

[Because obviously she should be safe and dry.]

Yes. Please don't worry about me.

[Though there's part of her that wants to find him, wants to make sure he doesn't get caught out and hurt. She can't make him go home but that doesn't stop the worry]

[He's just reading the message as he trips, as much over his own feet as over the empty can that had been left on the sidewalk - and that sends his phone flying, bouncing off the ground before landing in a puddle.

Once he realizes, with some delay, what the hell just happened to put him on his hands and knees, he looks up to find his phone. He does eventually, but he can't seem to get it working again.

That's OK. Everything's OK. He'll just sit here, on the sidewalk, and stare at Saki's window a bit. In the rain. It's all good.]

[The silence is unnerving for Anri - she'd expected some response at least. She becomes more worried when she tries to phone him and can't get through.

She doesn't want to risk waking Mikado. But there's someone else she can contact, someone who'll be able to see Masaomi safely home.

There's a Black Rider out there looking for him soon enough. In the meantime, she'll try reaching out to Saika's children to see if anyone's seen him]

[He's tired, but not enough to sleep, somehow. Sitting and staring blankly at Saki's window doesn't cost much energy, either, so he could keep this up a while.

He's getting sort of cold, though. Stupid rain.]

[Aid is on its way. Anri's making good use of her network to track him down, with orders issued to find him and rouse him enough to send him home. Not to hurt him, but hopefully he'll get the message and get inside.

Celty is her back-up plan.]

[Yeah, random people telling him to go home isn't going to go over well. Fortunately he's too drunk to fight with any skill, which means that, after he drags himself to his feet with some difficulty, there'll probably only be one poorly aimed punch before he just about collapses, and they can carry him home.

With any luck, he won't even remember this tomorrow. At best, there'll be the vague memory of someone helping him home.

The headache he wakes up with will probably be considerably more stubborn.]

[As long as he gets home, she doesn't much care how.

She'll call him in the morning. For now, she has to try to sleep herself]