Drunken Sailor

[Erremnart]

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Virginia pursed her lips, but shook her head - a deal was a deal, and even drunk Virginia Belle honored deals. She rose carefully to her feet and strode towards the public toilets before Morreti carefully directed her towards the exit. She caught a glimpse of one of the troublemakers standing outside, and they might have gotten into a verbal or physical altercation, but Morreti's presence acted as a natural deterrent to trouble. On her way to the station she hummed the tunes of the songs she had heard in the bar that evening, mixing and matching them as they came to her mind.

As soon as they got into the shuttle's car, Virginia slumped wearily on the seat and watched Morreti. When the shuttle pulled away from the stop, however, her face paled and she felt briefly nauseous. Fortunately, she had not been mixing drinks that evening, and so as suddenly as her nausea had come, it had gone again, making the trip home without vomiting on the car, her hair, or Morreti's shoes.

On the way up in the elevator, however, she was getting tired and almost fell asleep leaning against the wall of the elevator car. If the elevator had been going any slower, it's possible that even the tone indicating the stop on the floor would not have woken her. Outside the door she reached into her pocket for her keys, trying in vain to hit the lock for several minutes before Morreti carefully took the keys from her hand and finally opened it. At the door she turned to him sleepily and yawned, "Well... thanks for the evening... and the music... And that I did not have to smash your face in.", she chuckled and leaned her back against the hallway wall.
"Good night... night, early morning... I don't even know what time it is", she mumbled and said her goodbye to him. Closing the front door, she walked to the living room and fell asleep on the couch with the promise of a more than decent hangover the next afternoon, or rather early evening.

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