Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Setting: After Vol. 7
Summary: It’s the morning after the big New Year’s Eve party.
Written For: The tw100 prompt ‘New Year’s Resolutions’
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a triple drabble.
The first morning of the New Year found Dee and Ryo both feeling rather the worse for wear. They’d got more than a little drunk at the precinct’s party the night before, and while it had been fun at the time, they were paying the price now.
“Ow, my head,” Dee groaned. “Feel’s like there’s a bunch of demons usin’ jackhammers on the inside of my skull.”
“Mine too,” Ryo mumbled, trying to hide his eyes from the daylight, “and they’re jabbing pickaxes into the backs of my eyes. Why is everywhere so bright?”
“Must be mornin’. Thank God we don’t have work today. I just wanna stay right here until the hammers stop pounding.”
“Good plan, think I’ll join you.” Reaching out blindly, eyes still closed, Ryo flailed at the nightstand until his groping fingers found what they were searching for, grateful he’d had the foresight before leaving for the party to prepare for the morning after, in case he overdid things. He gulped down two painkillers with half the contents of a bottle of water, then nudged Dee.
“Go away, just let me die in peace.”
“Take these first. Might help.”
“Huh?” Dee cracked open one eye and blearily peered at what Ryo was offering. He managed a weak smile. “My hero.” Swallowing the painkillers, he drained the water bottle and let it fall from his fingers onto the bed, closing his eyes again and pulling the covers over his head to shut out the too-bright light.
“I know what my New Year’s resolution’s going to be,” Ryo mumbled beside him from beneath the pillow he’d pulled over his head.
“I’m never getting drunk again.”
Dee wheezed out a weak laugh. “Screw that. I’m quittin’ alcohol completely.” He thought for a minute, then added, “Beer doesn’t count.”