A Little Light
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Beer Garden
Karlsruhe, Germany
March 18, 2008
16:42
"Oh, my god! This is nasty," she giggles loudly, and a few people give her dirty looks. "What is it?"
I grin. I might not be the smartest knife in the drawer or whatever, but I know my alcohol. "Los Amigos, baby. Beer with lemon and tequila flavor."
"It tastes like rat pee!"
"You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk. You--you're drunk." Yeah, sure. I'm the drunk one. That's why I'm sitting quietly and enjoying my Hoepfner while she insists on drinking Jägermeister. "This is gross," she declares as she takes another sip of her third shot.
"Because you're not supposed to sip it, B."
"Show me," she demands, pushing the shot glass over to me. I obediently do the shot, wincing a little. Jäger's not really my thing. I'm more of a Jack Daniels girl. Plus I've had two beers already, and nothing good has ever come of drinking beer before liquor. She grins and pulls my beer away from me and sips it. "I think I'm drunk."
"You think?"
She nods, starting to slur her words. "I shouldn't drive.. S'bad. Maybe.. maybe we can sleep in the woods. They're so pretty."
I stand up and go around to the other side of the picnic table. "Come on, ya lush. Let's go." She nods before laying her head down on the table, so I just pick her up and drape her arm across my shoulders and start walking until she gets the idea and starts moving her feet, too.
"What're--hic--where we goin'?"
"The car. I can drive, yunno. I'm not totally useless."
"Usheless.. that'sh a funny word.. Ushless.. Ush.." She gives up and just starts laughing.
For a long time I thought Buffy just needed a few stiff drinks and she's be able to unwind and stop being such a tightass. But drunk Buffy isn't nearly as fun to be around as I thought she'd be. She's actually kind of annoying, and I consider dumping her by the side of the Rhine and stealing the car, but then I feel bad for even thinking about it after the afternoon we've had.
I help her into the car and get in on the driver's side. I wasn't lying, I can drive. Just not legally. I start the car and test out the pedals, trying to get a feel for it.
Oh. Great. It's a stick. Well.. how hard can it be?
Within five minutes of my jerky driving, B starts looking pretty green. "Why're you doin' that?" I downshift, and her head lolls to the side a little. "You're pretty."
I roll my eyes and try to concentrate on the road. "Thanks."
She sits up a little and points at me. "No, no. You're like, really pretty. You're prettier than Satsu."
"What's a Satsu?"
She giggles. "Satsu's.. a girl. But you're more pretty."
I locate the signal and turn it on, switching lanes to go around some old guy in a Citroën. "I didn't know you thought girls were pretty, B."
"Pfsh.. Lots of girls are pretty. I'm pretty." She flips the mirror down and looks in it, poking at her face. "I'm pretty, right?"
"Yeah, B." I change lanes again, and her face turns even greener. "Are you gonna boot or something?"
"No. But I might puke."
I glance in the rearview mirror and shift again, starting to pull off the road. "Well, try not to puke in the car." I stop the car and get out, opening her door. She leans out, breathing in deeply.
"Satsu said I was pretty when we kissed. You think I'm pretty?"
"I think you're drunk."
"I can't be both?" she asks, just before she upchucks all over my shoes. "Sorry."
I'm feeling a little green myself now. "It's fine. I'll burn them later."
She groans. "I don't feel so good." Me either. "I don't feel pretty anymore." Probably because there's puke on your shirt. "I'm tired."
I sigh and tuck her back into the seat, closing the door and getting back in the driver's side. I kick off my shoes and they're just too gross to keep, so I leave them on the grass and hope I don't get arrested for driving barefoot or something.
We drive for a long time before she opens her eyes and looks around. "Where are we?"
I glance up at the first road sign I've seen in awhile. "Almost to Gdansk."
She looks confused, and then worried. "Where's Gdansk?"
"Uh.. Poland?"
"Poland? We're in Poland?"
"No, we're in Berlin. Poland's over there." I point.
"This is.. not where we're supposed to be." She looks green again. "We're supposed to be in Amsterdam." She reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out a map that she starts searching frantically.
"How far apart are they?"
"Faith! Like four hundred miles!"
Oops.
Karlsruhe, Germany
March 18, 2008
16:42
"Oh, my god! This is nasty," she giggles loudly, and a few people give her dirty looks. "What is it?"
I grin. I might not be the smartest knife in the drawer or whatever, but I know my alcohol. "Los Amigos, baby. Beer with lemon and tequila flavor."
"It tastes like rat pee!"
"You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk. You--you're drunk." Yeah, sure. I'm the drunk one. That's why I'm sitting quietly and enjoying my Hoepfner while she insists on drinking Jägermeister. "This is gross," she declares as she takes another sip of her third shot.
"Because you're not supposed to sip it, B."
"Show me," she demands, pushing the shot glass over to me. I obediently do the shot, wincing a little. Jäger's not really my thing. I'm more of a Jack Daniels girl. Plus I've had two beers already, and nothing good has ever come of drinking beer before liquor. She grins and pulls my beer away from me and sips it. "I think I'm drunk."
"You think?"
She nods, starting to slur her words. "I shouldn't drive.. S'bad. Maybe.. maybe we can sleep in the woods. They're so pretty."
I stand up and go around to the other side of the picnic table. "Come on, ya lush. Let's go." She nods before laying her head down on the table, so I just pick her up and drape her arm across my shoulders and start walking until she gets the idea and starts moving her feet, too.
"What're--hic--where we goin'?"
"The car. I can drive, yunno. I'm not totally useless."
"Usheless.. that'sh a funny word.. Ushless.. Ush.." She gives up and just starts laughing.
For a long time I thought Buffy just needed a few stiff drinks and she's be able to unwind and stop being such a tightass. But drunk Buffy isn't nearly as fun to be around as I thought she'd be. She's actually kind of annoying, and I consider dumping her by the side of the Rhine and stealing the car, but then I feel bad for even thinking about it after the afternoon we've had.
I help her into the car and get in on the driver's side. I wasn't lying, I can drive. Just not legally. I start the car and test out the pedals, trying to get a feel for it.
Oh. Great. It's a stick. Well.. how hard can it be?
Within five minutes of my jerky driving, B starts looking pretty green. "Why're you doin' that?" I downshift, and her head lolls to the side a little. "You're pretty."
I roll my eyes and try to concentrate on the road. "Thanks."
She sits up a little and points at me. "No, no. You're like, really pretty. You're prettier than Satsu."
"What's a Satsu?"
She giggles. "Satsu's.. a girl. But you're more pretty."
I locate the signal and turn it on, switching lanes to go around some old guy in a Citroën. "I didn't know you thought girls were pretty, B."
"Pfsh.. Lots of girls are pretty. I'm pretty." She flips the mirror down and looks in it, poking at her face. "I'm pretty, right?"
"Yeah, B." I change lanes again, and her face turns even greener. "Are you gonna boot or something?"
"No. But I might puke."
I glance in the rearview mirror and shift again, starting to pull off the road. "Well, try not to puke in the car." I stop the car and get out, opening her door. She leans out, breathing in deeply.
"Satsu said I was pretty when we kissed. You think I'm pretty?"
"I think you're drunk."
"I can't be both?" she asks, just before she upchucks all over my shoes. "Sorry."
I'm feeling a little green myself now. "It's fine. I'll burn them later."
She groans. "I don't feel so good." Me either. "I don't feel pretty anymore." Probably because there's puke on your shirt. "I'm tired."
I sigh and tuck her back into the seat, closing the door and getting back in the driver's side. I kick off my shoes and they're just too gross to keep, so I leave them on the grass and hope I don't get arrested for driving barefoot or something.
We drive for a long time before she opens her eyes and looks around. "Where are we?"
I glance up at the first road sign I've seen in awhile. "Almost to Gdansk."
She looks confused, and then worried. "Where's Gdansk?"
"Uh.. Poland?"
"Poland? We're in Poland?"
"No, we're in Berlin. Poland's over there." I point.
"This is.. not where we're supposed to be." She looks green again. "We're supposed to be in Amsterdam." She reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out a map that she starts searching frantically.
"How far apart are they?"
"Faith! Like four hundred miles!"
Oops.