Evening on The Town (Mamoru/Motoki, Open) 12/29

[Chiba Mamoru]

Mamoru nodded once in agreement to what Motoki was saying, his own headache pounding much more after having dealt with them. He glanced over at Lucan when the other man started talking about reporters calling in fake car bombs just to get people out of the car so that they could take a picture. He didn’t say anything, but it made him even more uncomfortably aware that perhaps he should take Lucan and Usagi up on their offer for that security detail. These were things he didn’t know how to handle and even with his mind. Technically he did know a good deal of all of this, he just hadn’t really thought about any of it. He hadn’t ever had to deal with it, other then knowing some of the stuff that Usagi had to go through.

He growled in irritation and pain when Motoki smacked him in the face. He glared over at his friend for a moment before waving Motoki away and saying, “It’s ok Motoki, it’s not like I haven’t already been hit in the face today. Don’t worry about it.”

Mamoru was about to respond to Lucan’s idea about taking Motoki to the palace when the accident happened. He grimaced, all thoughts of his own horrible day gone as he began to worry about the people stuck in the vehicle. He nodded faintly when Lucan mentioned that this was one reason why. He fully understood know, the media would obviously stop at nothing to get what they thought of as a good story. He glared out the window, disturbed that not one person was moving to help the victims. He briefly thought about asking Lucan to stop, knowing that the people inside could really need help. However, at the sound of the distant wail of the siren and the thought that it would only complicate matters, Mamoru remained silent. His dislike of the media growing heavier the more he thought about it. These were things he didn’t know how to deal with, because even now he was feeling guilty about not having stopped to help the victims of the accident.

He remained thoughtfully silent until Lucan had told Motoki the time. After a moment he murmured, “I think it would be a good idea to take Motoki to the palace Lucan, that way perhaps it would take them that much longer to find where he lives. Also, I’m seriously considering taking you up on your earlier offer of protection ... that is if it’s still valid of course and I don’t have to see them.”

[Furuhata Motoki]

The screaming of the sirens only furthered Motoki's headache. He grumbled to himself, thinking, as usual, that he'd never drink like this again. Which was of course a lie, but one he liked to pretend might come to fruitation. Perhaps Reika wouldn't go off travelling again for quite some time. Or maybe by the time she did so again he'd find a better hobby. Or his tolerance would improve enough that headaches would be a thing of the past and he could just have fun being drunk, which was after all the reason why he'd started drinking anyway. To have fun even when he was all alone.

Too many thoughts whirling through his head made him sleeping again. By the time Lucan actually answered his question and brought up taking him to the palace, Motoki's eyes had drifted closed and his head was bobbing up and down until his cheek eventually came to rest again the glass window. Sleep was probably what the drunk lawyer needed at that moment, and not even the bouncing of the car over the city streets could wake him from his alcohol induced slumber.

[Chiba Mamoru]

Mamoru nodded in response to Lucan saying it was disgusting. He glanced over at his friend to note that he had fallen asleep. While he was slightly worried, in all honesty he figured Motoki was just fine. It had been a rough night, one that neither of them was use to and so more then likely Motoki was just sleeping it off.

He frowned just a little when Lucan mentioned that it wasn’t his first choice in arrangements. Mamoru really just didn’t want to be reminded of everything he’d lost every time he turned around. Still tonight had proven to him that he was someone that the media was going to keep their eye on, at least for a little while and if the media were keeping an eye on him then everyone else was as well. Sighing in resignation Mamoru shrugged and said, “You can do whatever you want Lucan, I’ll agree to it ... but don’t go overboard. I don’t want to be restricted terribly much.”

Mamoru turned his attention back to Motoki when Lucan told him to wake him up. His medical instincts kicked in even despite his headache as he became just a little more concerned about his friend when he wasn’t waking up even a little because of the car’s motion. He nodded distractedly in response to Lucan’s order and reached over to shake Motoki roughly by the shoulder. “Motoki ... wake up!”

He barely heard the conversation that Lucan was having with the guard, intent upon making certain Motoki was fine. After seeing that Motoki was breathing just fine and his pulse rate was doing ok, Mamoru relaxed a bit confident that his companion was just sleeping as he had first thought. As far as he could remember Motoki’s speech hadn’t been slurred and he hadn’t been staggering. It was true that blood alcohol levels could continue to rise once someone passed out, but they had only had 4 or was it 5 drinks and two of those had been a few hours earlier at Motoki’s house. He did however continue to shake his friend awake, after all it was better to be safe then to have anything go wrong later down the road.

A few minutes later when Lucan passed back the two drinks, Mamoru took one and handed the other to Motoki. He then proceeded to do as he had been told and drink up. Now he just needed some Advil or something to kill the pounding in his skull and for the media to back off and perhaps this nightmare would be over.

(I agree, we can finish this off ... I'll let Motoki finish it off ^^ just to be sure he does wake up and all)

[Furuhata Motoki]

At Mamoru’s shaking, Motoki grumbled under his breath and tried to stay asleep. He was tired! Wasn’t it the middle of the night? Sure his pillow was a lot harder than he remembered, and he’d lost his blankets sometime in the middle of the night, but obviously that hadn’t been bothering him while he was sleeping, so why wake him up and let it bother him now. Mamoru’s voice assaulted his ears and sounded like the annoying buzz of angry bees. What was Mamoru doing sleeping at his house anyway? Grumbling, he lifted his arm and pointed towards the opposite winder. “The bathroom is down the hall that way,” he muttered, half unintelligible. “Go. I’m sleeping.”

But the shaking didn’t stop, so Motoki finally forced an eye open and lifted his head, a large red streak decorating his cheek and forehead where skin had pressed again the plastic armrest and the glass window. For a brief moment, he was confused, then the events of the nigh came tumbling back. He groaned. “Seriously? You couldn’t have just let me sleep? Isn’t it like the middle of the night when most normal people sleep?” Then Lucan handed them the bottles of Gatorade and Motoki recalled asking for a beverage. He supposed he could forgive the intrusion on his slumber since they had only been responding to his needs. “Thanks.” He downed the drink, handed the bottle to Mamoru. “Now, please let me sleep!”

With that, he laid his head back down on the uncomfortable door and closed his eyes. Sleep was easy when exhaustion took over and before Lucan could roll the car into the palace parking garage he was already passed back out.