Ramblings of a Drunk Girl
Apr. 27th, 2012 06:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wonderlifeAuthor: Nichole
Rating: PG
Word Count: 460
Story Title: Rumblings of a Drunk Girl
Story: AU: We Are
Summary: Ling'er gets drunk and calls her sister's boyfriend, Mason. She asks him for a favor.
11:05 p.m.
She staggered toward the bus stop with only one thought in her mind: ’Sleep is good.’ Worriedly, Ji Sung followed behind at steady pace; he only stopped when she did. With a loud sigh, she flopped down onto the bench, and yawned.
“Ling’er,” annoyed, Ji Sung poked her side. “you can’t sleep here. You have to go inside to sleep.”
“No,” Ling’er muttered. With one move, she awkwardly removed her hat; some of her patchy hair falling out as she did so. “sleep now. Go inside later.”
“Ling’er.”
“I’m rich, so you have to listen to me.” She opened her eyes, stared straight at Ji Sung, and laughed. Awkwardly, she reached into her pocket and took out a pink mobile phone. “Call that man.”
“What man?”
“The Profession.”
11:42 p.m.
By the time the “Profession” came, Ling’er hat was back on and she was feeling rather queasy, though thankfully less sleepy. Seeing the man in person was a bit odd, especially as Ling’er had always imaged that he would be taller. Or, at the very least, more rough around the edges. But, he looked disappointingly normal. Normal shaggy hair cut, normal holey jeans, normal work boots, normal pathwork shirt; just normal. Yuri was willing to give everything up for. .. that?
“I’d thought you’d be taller.” Ling’er mused.
“I thought you were Yuri.” Profession shot back.
“I’m really sorry,” Ji Sung cut-in suddenly. “Mr. Mason, I’m sorry we called you out so late.”
Mason gave Ji Sung a once over. He focused on the younger man’s face for a moment before; “What happen? You fall down a flight of stairs?”
Laughing uncomfortably, Ji Sung ran a hand through his thick hair. “Pushed, fell.” he shrugged.
“Something like that. Anyway,” he cleared his throat. “I am sorry we called you out using Yuri’s phone. But, Ling’er – I mean Sara – really wanted to speak with you about . . . something.”
Ling’er smiled broadly. “Yes, something.” she cleared her throat dramatically. “I’m very rich,” she began, pausing only for a moment. “so you have to listen to me.”
“Ling’er. . .”
“Shush! The rich and dying girl is talking.” Ling’er paused again, suddenly feeling a wave of nausea creeping up on her. “I’m not being morbid, either. I’m sure my older sister has told you about the tumors that won’t leave; weeds in the garden that’s my brain. So, I want you to promise me something.”
“Promise?” Ji Sung and Mason echoed.
Ling’er nodded. “Promise to protect and take care of Yuri and,” she pointed to Ji Sung. “Ji Sung.”
“I. . .”
“Promise!”
The two men exchanged a look; Ji Sung shrugged.
“Okay, I promise.”
Ling’er smiled again. “Thank you.” And with that, she vomited all over her shoes.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 460
Story Title: Rumblings of a Drunk Girl
Story: AU: We Are
Summary: Ling'er gets drunk and calls her sister's boyfriend, Mason. She asks him for a favor.
11:05 p.m.
She staggered toward the bus stop with only one thought in her mind: ’Sleep is good.’ Worriedly, Ji Sung followed behind at steady pace; he only stopped when she did. With a loud sigh, she flopped down onto the bench, and yawned.
“Ling’er,” annoyed, Ji Sung poked her side. “you can’t sleep here. You have to go inside to sleep.”
“No,” Ling’er muttered. With one move, she awkwardly removed her hat; some of her patchy hair falling out as she did so. “sleep now. Go inside later.”
“Ling’er.”
“I’m rich, so you have to listen to me.” She opened her eyes, stared straight at Ji Sung, and laughed. Awkwardly, she reached into her pocket and took out a pink mobile phone. “Call that man.”
“What man?”
“The Profession.”
11:42 p.m.
By the time the “Profession” came, Ling’er hat was back on and she was feeling rather queasy, though thankfully less sleepy. Seeing the man in person was a bit odd, especially as Ling’er had always imaged that he would be taller. Or, at the very least, more rough around the edges. But, he looked disappointingly normal. Normal shaggy hair cut, normal holey jeans, normal work boots, normal pathwork shirt; just normal. Yuri was willing to give everything up for. .. that?
“I’d thought you’d be taller.” Ling’er mused.
“I thought you were Yuri.” Profession shot back.
“I’m really sorry,” Ji Sung cut-in suddenly. “Mr. Mason, I’m sorry we called you out so late.”
Mason gave Ji Sung a once over. He focused on the younger man’s face for a moment before; “What happen? You fall down a flight of stairs?”
Laughing uncomfortably, Ji Sung ran a hand through his thick hair. “Pushed, fell.” he shrugged.
“Something like that. Anyway,” he cleared his throat. “I am sorry we called you out using Yuri’s phone. But, Ling’er – I mean Sara – really wanted to speak with you about . . . something.”
Ling’er smiled broadly. “Yes, something.” she cleared her throat dramatically. “I’m very rich,” she began, pausing only for a moment. “so you have to listen to me.”
“Ling’er. . .”
“Shush! The rich and dying girl is talking.” Ling’er paused again, suddenly feeling a wave of nausea creeping up on her. “I’m not being morbid, either. I’m sure my older sister has told you about the tumors that won’t leave; weeds in the garden that’s my brain. So, I want you to promise me something.”
“Promise?” Ji Sung and Mason echoed.
Ling’er nodded. “Promise to protect and take care of Yuri and,” she pointed to Ji Sung. “Ji Sung.”
“I. . .”
“Promise!”
The two men exchanged a look; Ji Sung shrugged.
“Okay, I promise.”
Ling’er smiled again. “Thank you.” And with that, she vomited all over her shoes.
