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"Hnnnnngh..."

Lucca is slumped over a table in the cafeteria, holding her head. Her helmet is set to the side, along with a manhandled cup of coffee that has left rings everywhere on the lunch table and is already half-cold.

"...hate the wooooorld. Why's it gotta be so bright? 'N noisy? N' fast-moving?"

This is the reason she hates the world right now. She got herself hammered last night for a noble cause; to save an Enforcer from a horrible fate.

"M' gonna KILL Ed when I see him. No, first I'll dismantle him, and THEN I'll kill him."

Selflessness tends to wither in the face of blinding pain and nausea, however.

Approach?

((EDIT: Threadjacking to talk to Ed too is a-okay, since they're both in hangover'ville in the cafeteria together.))

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"You'd be doing me a favor."

Lucca was so wrapped up in her own world of misery she didn't notice Ed sitting at the next table over. He looks like hell warmed over.

"...Mmh." Far from making good on her threat to dismantle him, she just flops a little more in his direction.

"Never. Drinking. AGAIN. Y'd think they had a treatment for this somewhere, but I couldn't find anything in the marketplace that wouldn't make me think I was a gerbil f' four hours."

Interdimensional drug companies can get away with quite a bit with the side-effects on their OTC's.

"A gerbil?"

"I swear, that's what it said on the label. But that warning was only for members of terran races. M' not sure if I qualify. But I dun' wanna chance it, 'r else next thing you know, I'm on all fours and stuffing cream puffs in my cheeks."

Oh god, she shouldn't have thought about food--

"Ulp... Though I have to admit, at least THEN existence in general wouldn't hurt."

He snickers at the mental image, then clutches his head from the sudden motion causing his headache to flare up again.

"I should see if I can get hazard pay for that job, seeing as hell all I was doing was sealing a few micro rifts."

"Oh, so that's what you were doing out there. I wondering, actually. Mgh, I can't even remember the trip back to the portal... what'd we talk about? It was something important..."

He thinks about that.

"There was something about my shirt...and I think I threw up at some point."

"Your... shirt. I... I have no idea. Didya take it off at one point?"

There's a full second of blank staring, where the connotation of that phrase hasn't sunk in yet. But when it does, he can tell; she turns red.

"I... th, that would be ridiculous!"

"Yeah, it was pretty cold out there."

Right over his head.

"It looked like you two were pretty warm together," Said a smiling Tewi that just seemed to appear out of no where.

"Oh god it's you again."

"...I have no idea what you're talking about. N' by the way, I didn't see YOU doing anything to help us out."

"Is that anyway to talk to a cute girl," Tewi said with a Wink. "And I didn't help because there was no need to. Oni Parties are quite fun... and great places to gain new insight on others."

Ed folded his arms as if Tewi was beneath his notice and said "You're not my type anways. If you've got a point, don't just dance around it. Say it plain."

"Insight. Sure." She grumbles, not bothering to hold her head up and resting the temple against the heel of her hand. She'd seen the rabbit girl work long enough to know that 'insight' was Tewi-speak for 'blackmail material.'

"Oh, I don't really have a point," Tewi says, as she pulls out some pictures. "I just wanted to show you some wonderful pictures I took of that party."

She shows the 2 the pictures. Some of them are pictures of the Oni dancing, her rabbits dead drunk, or some unfocused ones. However, mixed in are a good 10 pictures of Ed and Lucca... in different compromising situations.

"Came out good didn't they?" Tewi said with a smirk.

They never actually did anything SUPER compromising, but still...

Ed stared at a particularly good shot of himself staring into Lucca's eyes while smiling and framed by the moon. In reality he had been throwing up seconds later, but still... "What the hell is this!?"

Whoa. I know THAT look. That's the look of someone who drank an entire pitcher of grog without pondering the horrible stomach-melting and headache-inducing side effects. What'd you do yesterday?

"Sake." Her head softly hits the table. "An oni wanted to party, or else she was gonna eat us."

Geez, that seems like an awfully excessive way to get attendees. She could've just sent some invitations.

"She was capricious. And BIG. And her buddies woulda joined in if we started something. Gensokyo stinks."

Yeah, never did see much of an appeal in a place where you say "Hi" with a couple hundred bullets to the face.

"I'd been there before with no problem..."

She draws her head up and fiddles with the handle of her coffee cup.

"Come ta think of it.. how did Ed get in that situation in the FIRST place?"

I dunno. Opened a bag of snacks upwind?

"It'd be more likely if it were a bottle of sake. But he doesn't drink. Normally."

Oh! Maybe he was on some sort of strange top-secret mission, the full implications of which will only be seen several weeks down the line and with some sort of climactic finale!

Lucca looks at him like he'd just started juggling octopi.

"...huh?"

I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from.

Um... Are you okay? Did something happen?

"Dranktoomuch." She says, muffled against the table. She turns so she can see miku, her cheek still against the surface. "I feel like my brain's a hot syrup, and it's gonna ooze out my ears any second."

"Oh, that's not good! Does it need some ice?"

"I could find some for you? You should probably try to keep your brain in your head, after all..."

"No, 'sokay. It's not really gonna ooze out." The pain drains any confusion she may show at Miku's literal translation. "It just feels like it. Uh, thanks though. I think all it needs, is time..."

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