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Years upon decades of secluding herself on the mountains of Yang, it’s an understatement to say that Ling is somewhat unfamiliar to modernity. It’s not like she’s completely oblivious, mind you. She does has few knowledge about the giant mechanical structure that keeps Lungmen moving, as well as having some experiences from the times she went to the city below to buy wine. But not once has she bothered to observe the technology, let alone trying to figure out how things work. Though to her credit, she didn’t need to. Being ignorant of those pointless matters has never caused her any trouble, not even at the present. If anything, it makes her tour around Rhodes Island a lot more exciting. With every step she takes, she’s greeted with strange and new objects working in mechanisms that she can’t fully understand. It’s been half a week since she moved in, yet she still feels like she’s on an adventure when walking along the corridors.
The new workplace is not bad at all, her lips curve up at the thought. Suddenly, when she realized she’d been standing still, she also noticed a certain person’s standing across the hallway, timidly looking at her. Ling ponders, and then decides to greet with a smile. That caught the female staff by surprise, causing her to nervously bow back in response, before hurriedly walked away.
Such an amusing reaction, Ling uses her hand to hide a chuckle. It’s been since the old days, for someone to act like that toward her. So this is how it feels to be young again, although she has never considered herself to be anything near a senior.
…Yeah, to even start thinking about pointless stuffs like this, she’s really a bit too awake right now.
As she watches the female staff disappears behind the corner, Ling starts thinking about all the new people she will be working with. The Doctor, who has just interviewed her a few minutes ago for example, somehow gave off a vibe of someone who can hold their alcohol. Noted: must ask out for a drink later. There’re also others she’s really looking forward to be her coworkers, yes. Actually, one of them is currently heading right toward her.
-Oh, you’re done with the interview? –Nian makes quick works of her legs to narrow down the distance, tail wagging left to right cheerfully. –How did it go?
-Smoothly, I must say. Although, I do not know if you could call that an official, serious interview.
Asking about previous residences, hobbies, interests, and personal requests. Compared to what Ling had to deal with when she first joined the army protecting the wall, what happened just now felt more like friendly introducing chit chat.
-Either the term “employer” has really loosened up over the years, or you had made some moved in advance.
The smile on Nian’s face grows wider. The white-haired stands akimbo as she puffs her chest proudly.
-Nothing much. I just told the Doctor a few stories about my awesome sister.
-Also the part about my drinking hobby?
-Also the part about your drinking hobby.
Well, that explains why she was told about the permitted drinking and alcohol intake regulations, twice, as she’s being banned from publicly drinking when in working hour. How can anyone even foresee this? Her, not being allowed to enjoy her wine? Unacceptable. She hasn’t been able to get into the right mood to write anything for days. This cannot continue. She needs to convince the Doctor to let her drink freely as soon as possible. Showing to them that she’s not the troublesome drunk type might be a good start. Also, despite having so much on her mind like that, Ling doesn’t let Nian sees any more than just her tiredly shaking her head, as the pride of an older sibling doesn’t allow it.
-Basically, your contract has been ready for a while now. All the talking things are just procedures to validate it.
-So it’s you I must blame for things to be so dull?
Hearing the question, all the positive energy suddenly leaves Nian’s face, replaced by pure confusion. Ling just shows her disappointment with a long sigh.
-Not only was the interview a breeze, but the exciting missions, are none in near sight. How boring the following days will be, I ask.
-I thought you would love to take it easy while continuing pondering about the human world. Did I make a mistake this time?
-Nian, am I not the oh-so awesome sister you spoke of? Went through all those troubles to find me upon the summits, brought me down to this place, just so I can take up the space idling around. Worth it, you think?
Nian was, in short, dumbfounded. Her eyes went wide as her pupils shrank. She gazes at her older sister, the one who spent decades in solitary on the summit, with no one but her thought as companion, wine and poem for amusement. She, who nonchalantly gave herself the right to be an observer, criticizing and discussing about the world below with not the smallest bit of care, is now against the idea of lazing?
How absolutely unthinkable is that.
-Hadn’t thought it would rain today. –The white-haired lets out a hearty laugh. –Or maybe it’s you who has downpour for your temper? Ling, few days ago when we were stuck around Yan, you didn’t bother to lift even a finger to help guide the direction.
-Who know? It’s the effect of being sober for too long, I guess.
“If all it needed was to take away your gourd for you to be proactive, then older brother dearest truly had cracked his head for none”, this laugh is even merrier than the one before, causing Ling to let out a small chuckle herself. Still, she wonders. It’s beyond doubt that at the moment, she’s pretty hyped-up, the most she’s ever been in years. But for what, exactly? Is it just due to her being clearheaded again after so long? Or is she somewhat excited for having a job to do?
Or, are the Doctor’s words just now in sync with her more than she had thought?
Matters not. The older dragon curves her lips up a bit more, her sky blue half-closed eyes spark glimpses of light.
-By the way, is there any duty you’re currently on that I can partake in?
-Ling, are you really that into working now?
-I finally get to work for the same employers as my little sisters. You’d better know that I’ll make the most of this chance. Dusk is probably not willing to do anything, but you should at least have some usual tasks on hand.
-I may not be the shut-in type, but that doesn’t mean I’ll join in every parties I see. To be fair, the mechanic department asides, nothing has been able to hold my interests.
-Meaning you’ve been on the lazy side of the employee chart, I take?
-Dearest sister of mine, I’ve been worrying and thinking nonstop about our siblings, working days and nights to figure out the whereabouts of you and Dusk. I deserve some credits and timeouts, no? Being all work and no play is not a good way to enjoy life.
Questionable reasoning asides, Ling has never thought there would be a day for her to be told about how to enjoy life, and it’s from Nian of all people. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve lived, there will always be things to surprise you.
While the older dragon is still in good mood by the sudden event, the younger one is making a thinking pose, with one hand covering her mouth. The pair of iridescent eyes turns sideway for a bit in wondering before fully opens again, carries along a playful smile.
-…Although it’s not technically an official task, there’s this one thing that I think you could join in.
-Hmm? Interesting.
-Also, Dusk is one of most active and serious members on the workforce list.
-Oho! Very interesting. Tell me more about it.
-Let me see. Hmm… If I remember correctly, they should still be here. –The younger dragon closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side. She then went silent, seemingly very focus. She’s checking for someone’s presence, Ling thought to herself. -…I can only find one at the moment. Well, at least she’ll be the better person to do the explaining.
-Who would be better to do the explaining?
Nian’s face lightens up even more, tail wagging side to side full of energy.
-The one who started this whole thing, of course.
Although she is looking for someone, Ling still walks around in quite a slow pace, at least slower than her usual.
The reason being her desire to explore the new workplace. With each step she takes, she nearly always has to spend a few moments to observe whatever structures or devices that caught her interests. Even more, almost everyone who passed by has had their gazes fixed on her. Ling might not be able to answer all of those looks, but she still made sure to take glances of all those people. She enjoys seeing their expressions, their upfront curiosity showed to the anomaly that is her. A strange hobby that she herself doesn’t know since when had been developed.
As Ling makes her stop inside the elevator, fidgeting how the buttons work, she recalls to what she was told just a while ago.
“Compared to what I had to go through to find you, this couldn’t even be called a payback”, her younger sister said as she refused to go along with her.
The hint was simple though: this person is currently in one of the lounge, along with a basic description of their appearance. They’re not on this floor’s lounge, so her next course of actions is to go other floors. There. Considered how straightforward the symbols on the buttons are, the blue-haired is a little embarrassed it took her that long to close the elevator’s doors.
So the question remains: Is it alright for her to take so much leisure with the time like this? It’s alright. She minds not. The task thing Nian mentioned did pique her interests, but not to the point of forcing her to be in a hurry. To be honest, the usual Ling wouldn’t even bother herself for such a vague reason. Let it be fate to decide. At worst, if she somehow misses the person, there is still next time.
Just when she was about to recite a certain line from a certain poem, the doors closed, as she felt herself going up.
-Might you be Operator Fiammetta?
Hearing the question, the person sitting on the sofa turns away from the documents. The two crimson marbles twitch a little as they reflect the image of a certain blue dragon.
-Ah yes. And you are?
Knows that she has found the right person, the dragon quietly hums in satisfaction.
-Pardon me for taking up your time. My name is Ling. I have just arrived a couple days ago, and my contract is currently in finalizing.
Find a red-haired Liberi who dresses and acts like a secret agent, and probably is working on something despite being in the lounge. A bit mean, but Ling has to admit that Nian’s description was on point, especially the working part. Poor thing, Ling thinks as she notices the dark circles that are forming around the girl’s eyes.
-Miss Ling, then…From your look, I guess you are one of Nian’s and Dusk’s siblings?
-The oldest sister to be exact, just lower than my two older brothers. But you don’t need to address me formally. –The dragon straightened up her posture before giving the Liberi a small bow. –It seems you have been helping my two little sisters. You have my thanks. I hope those two haven’t caused too much trouble.
-Ah, no! It’s actually me who’s been receiving help from them. –As she says that, Fiammetta quickly stands up from her seat and bows her head, getting a surprised look from the dragon.
Now that they’re standing face to face, isn’t the Liberi a bit taller than her? Ling has only had a brief glance previously, and the girl was sitting down. So she is taken back by the fact that she has to look up to match the girl’s face, even more so when she notices the pair of red eyes she considered tired and exhausted, now show such steadiness and resolution. This girl is also very well-built, not in a muscular way but in the sense of someone trained for ground work and combat, as Ling can tell from the firm arms under the short sleeves and the swift movements of standing up and bowing. Again, another day, the dragon found herself to be entranced by another thing.
Wow. Did she just think “Wow”? Such a beauty, Ling wonders with a smile on her face.
-Also, I would like to continue addressing you as “Miss Ling”, if you don’t mind.
-Oh. Polite, aren’t we?
-It’s more or so my force of habit. –A quiet but long sigh could be heard escaping Fiammetta’s lips. –That’s related to my other employer. It’s complicated.
Ling’s enjoying this more than she thought. She enjoys seeing the Liberi averts her eyes to the side, her forehead frowns to wrinkles, her pair of horn-like wings on top of her head twitch. A sudden urge soars up inside Ling. She wants Fiammetta to call her by her name, to talk to her casually in a way that’s not so attentively. Oh how interesting that would be. Oh how she wishes to see it.
Still.
-It’s fine. You can call me however you like.
No rush, we will get there one day. Thinking that, Ling strongly believes she will get the Liberi to addressing her without formalities the next time they meet. A bit too ambitious? She minds not. As if the mythical being that is sobered Ling will allow anyone to call her “overconfident”.
-Well then, what do you say we sit down before continuing our talk?
-Oh, right. Of course. -Fiammetta is as quick to reply as she is to make room for Ling on the sofa.
After they’ve sat down, the dragon makes a few coughing sounds. She has already been playing this collected, serious act for long enough, might as well keep it up for a bit longer.
-Now, Fiammetta. The reason I wanted to meet you is because I heard from Nian there’s something I can help you with.
-Nian…So it must be…
Ling would never let by such a noticeable pause.
-Did she at least tell you what the task is about?
-No, not at all. She only told me to go and ask you myself.
-Really, Nian. That little…
Fiammetta places a hand on her forehead. Somehow, Ling has a hunch the Liberi does this gesture very frequently, as well as that annoyed expression.
-Worry not, Fiammetta. –Ling tries to cheer up the red-haired. –What the task is about doesn’t really matter. I simply wish to join my sisters in as many duties as possible. I’ve heard that Dusk’s taking things very seriously, which is quite rare.
-…In Dusk’s case, I’m not sure how to explain it to you yet.
Unmistakably, there was a hint of pain and sadness in her voice. Ling is curious, but it’s clear Fiammetta doesn’t want to talk about this, so she won’t press further.
-I would appreciate your help, but you should at least know the detail of the task before deciding. Unfortunately, she’s currently on an operation right now, or else it would be easier to show you.
-“She”?
To Ling’s question, the Liberi clenches her hands. Multiple deep breaths were taken before she builds enough confident to answer.
-Basically, I need help looking after a person.
-Pardon me.
Taking the step out of the elevator, Ling playfully tilts her head, calling out for a greeting.
The bar of Rhodes Island resides in a very peculiar spot on the ship. Despite being on the lower floor, it is by no means being disturbed by the giant system of engines. Thanks must be given to all the mechanics for using the soundproof and shock absorbing materials. The bar itself is at the same size of a lounge, with the interior design inspired from many Columbian hotels. Ling is fond of the room from the very first look. The color scheme with golden and black as mains feels very pleasing to her eyes. The furniture? She isn’t familiar with all these Western takes, but she definitely doesn’t mind them.
After a few rustling sounds, a person stands up from behind the counter.
-Ah, welcome to the bar, dear customer. –The female Feline smiles tenderly at Ling, which the dragon answers in kind.
-Why, thank you. –She wanders her eyes around, notices how there’s no one else in the room. –Sorry, this is my first time. I hope I haven’t arrived before the hour.
-Oh, please don’t worry. It’s already passed the official time for our night shift, though I will admit that there’s usually not many customer who would come so early, especially on a weekday like this.
The bartender politely gestures her hand for an invitation. Of course, Ling accepts. The dragon even bowed a little before occupying the proposed seat in front of the counter.
-You said this is your first time. –The bartender also sits down. –I also haven’t seen you on the ship before. Are you perhaps a new recruit?
-That’s correct. I have just been on board for a few days. My name is Ling. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
-The pleasure is mine. I have already had a hunch, since you give a faint scent of alcohol. So you really are Miss Ling.
-You know me?
-I heard, to be precise. People have been rumoring about you since yesterday. Nian’s older sister, who miraculously convinced Kal’tsit to let her drink freely even during working hours. –The Feline’s ears lightly twitch alongside her chuckle.
-I simply showed Doctor Kal’tsit that I’m the happy drunk type, and there’s still a limit to how much I’m allowed to drink. Is it really that impressive?
-I’ve worked for Rhodes Island for years. There have been so many people who requested the same thing. You are the first to succeed.
Is that so? Feeling a bit proud, the dragon curves her lips upward.
-Let’s just say I have my way with words.
-Oh, I’m certain you do. –The bartender stands up, returns to her working pose. –Now, let continue with a bit of drink, dear costumer. Have you ever been to a bar before, Miss Ling?
-Actually, this is my first time.
-I see that, since you look to be more into the traditional Eastern way of drinking at a pub. In that case, I can give you some recommendations. Do you have any specific preference?
Preference, huh… Ling spent a few seconds thinking, before turning to the bartender.
-Have you ever tried any alcoholic drink from Yan before?
-I have had a fair share of Lungmen’s wines and beers, but not so much so from old Yan.
-Oh, that’s basically enough. The differences are mainly from the processes. While Lungmen tries to be manufacturing, a lot of alcohol in Yan are made by craftsman to sale at family stores, so the taste and quality are both purer and stronger. Also, were you in the middle of something when I arrived?
-It’s nothing much. I was just checking the condition of the mint leaves I put in the storage couple of days ago.
-Mint leaves?
-It is one of the most commonly used ingredient in mixing drinks and cocktails. It can be used raw or boiled. It has a very unique taste, and can also temper down recipes that are overly-sugary.
-Interesting. I know some leaves and flowers can be used to make drink, but have never learnt much about that matter.
-Do you want me to make something using mint leaves then, Miss Ling? I can make a small portion for tryout first, if you’d like.
Something clicked inside Ling’s head. It didn’t take her much longer to come to the conclusion.
-You know, it’s been so long since I got the chance to try foreign cuisine. From your own opinion, can you give me one that is completely opposite to Yan’s, using the leaves?
-Now that’s quite an order. Are you certain you haven’t to any bar before, Miss Ling?
-I’m sorry. Was that too strange?
-Not really, but definitely an interesting one though. Please wait for a bit, and I’ll get your drink right away.
“After all, to be a bartender, is to meet the customer’s expectation”, the Feline hums confidently before leaving her seat. So that’s how she switches to working mode. Ling places her chin on one palm and starts observing. It’s quite a treat, seeing the bartender elegantly but swiftly moves around behind the counter, her hand slide across the great cabinet holding up to nearly hundreds bottle, all with different shapes, colors, labels, and quickly takes the ones needed, while the other reaches down to hold a unique shaped glass with long stem in a unique way with her middle and ring finger. Then, she places the ingredients next to a tray consisted of multiple things that Ling can only guess are tools, and starts mixing everything together. Ling likes it. She has never seen a bartender at work before, but the way the Feline goes through each step so smoothly reminds her of how a good chef prepares the food, a delightful harmony.
-Such efficiency. –She can’t help but compliments.
-Thank you.
-Although I must say, I had expected you to do more, extravagant things, I guess. Like throwing or spinning the bottles, from what I’ve heard.
-You must have heard about flair bartender. They are the kind that leans more on the performing and visual sides, not us bartender. We all specialize in different fortes.
-Oh, what are yours then, Miss Bartender?
-For what I make to meet costumers’ expectations, of course.
What a charming character, Ling can tell her smile is growing wider. She has shared drinks with couples of waitresses before, but chatting with a bartender like this is a first, and honestly a much more preferable experience. The professionalism, perhaps? The way of talk? Whatever the reason is, Ling doesn’t mind. She’s having a good time, and it's all that matters.
-Hmm. I believe I haven’t got your name.
The bartender suddenly makes a pause. Her eyes looking at Ling are both stunned and surprised.
-Pardon, did I say something I shouldn’t have?
-Ah, no! It’s my bad, really. I should have thought about that sooner, since this is your first time.
Hmm? So there’s something she hasn’t been told about yet?
!
Just when the dragon was about to start wandering her mind, the elevator slid open with a “Ding” sound. She turns around, and what a nice little surprise, as the face that greeted her was of someone whom she hadn’t imagined to see again so soon.
-Well hello there, Fiammetta. –The Bartender has made her move first though. A shame.
-Hi there. So it’s your charge today huh. –The Liberi gives a small wave, and then quickly turns to the blue-haired sitting on the stool. –It’s good to see you, Miss Ling.
-The sentiment was mutual. –Ling points to the seat next to hers with a smile. –My dull day certainly has gotten more delightful.
-I don’t know if I really made that much impact… -A sigh can be heard as Fiammetta sits down on the offered seat.
-Trust me, you do.
Though you probably cannot see it yourself. Ling doesn’t have any reason to say this out loud.
-Also, you know Fiammetta, Miss Bartender?
-I’m more surprised you two know each other. To become so close-knit with someone who’s just moved in, it seems Fiammetta is even more entrancing than I had thought.
-Stop it. You made me sound like I’m some sort of a flirt.
-She really is, isn’t she?
-You are not helping here, Miss Ling.
Ling lets out a small chuckle. Secretly glancing over, her lips curve up at the sight of the Liberi’s frown face. What to do? Ling tries to hold in a laugh. She’s so fun to tease.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Ling coughs a little. Better not go overboard with the teasing if she doesn’t want to be hated.
-You haven’t answered my question, Miss Bartender.
That attempt to try changing the subject didn’t go unnoticed, as Ling can clearly see Fiammetta’s holding back another sigh. Lovely.
-Ah, about that. I’m very sorry Miss Ling, but I can’t answer your question.
-Mhm. How so?
-It’s like a rule for us. –The Feline pauses for a few seconds, as if reminiscing. –“Whoever standing behind this counter, mixing drinks and serving customers is the bartender”. That’s what we agreed on. As of right now, I am to not disclose any information about myself, even just my name.
-Sounds more like a code to me.
-It might as well be. I truly apologize. Although, –Her eyes suddenly shift from Ling to Fiammetta. –if you were to find me during the day…
-Stop shoving your troubles my way, will you? –The retort came rather quickly. –If you are interested, you can go find Miss Ling yourself.
-Oh, that’s a good idea. Shall I give you my room number then? Though, the last few days I haven’t been staying inside that much.
-Don’t worry, Miss Ling. I have more than enough friends around to know where to find you if wanted to.
-When you said “friends”, I assumed you meant other bartenders as well?
-Why yes. But just like me, most only view bartending as a hobby or side job, freed to take part in any weekday charges as long as they receive permission from the official bartenders. Of course, that means we’ve had our skills checked and agreed the health safety contract.
So that’s why you said that at first, Ling glances to the girl next to her.
-And that should be enough explaining. Sorry for the wait, Miss Ling. Here’s my reply to your order. Please enjoy. –As she says that, the Feline places the glass in front of the dragon.
“Delightfully”. Ling is more excited to finally see the yellowish liquid than she thought, tail waving up and down. How should she hold this glass, anyway? By the stern? She has seen some merchants held it that way in a Western diner before. They also swirled the glass around lightly before drinking, no? Ling did what she remembers, carefully to not spill out the thin layer of foam. The bartender didn’t say anything, so maybe she was correct.
-Sweet. –She states. –And very refreshing. A splendid work, I say.
Sweet, clear, easy to go down. The opposite of Yan’s notoriously strong wine.
-I’m glad you like it.
-Old Cuban, right? It’s rare to see you go with such a simple drink. –Having been keeping to herself for a while, Fiammetta comments.
-Well, I just chose recipes that fit my customer’s order. I also avoided using ice, since Miss Ling is probably more used to having things plain. How about you? Know what to order yet?
-Something bitter. I’ll let the bartender handle the rest.
-Very well.
-I’m surprised to see you ordered so vaguely. –Ling looks at the Liberi. –Aren’t there some bitter drinks that can be very hard to handle, I heard?
-It’s fine, I’m no greenies. Besides, it’s better to start with something with strong taste and then die thing down later.
-I understand now. My, isn’t that cute?
-CU-!
Fiammetta’s eyes suddenly go wide opened. Ling can clearly see the shyness on the girl’s face, as her cheeks become bright red. Cute, she manages to only chuckle, though the thought certainly has gotten louder in her head this time.
-…Anyhow, I’m more surprised to see you here so early. –There’s an effort to calming oneself down, if Ling ever saw one. –I thought I would be the only one free and bored enough to come here on a weekday.
-What day or what time, they matter not. –Ling takes another sip. –When I am awake, I drink. And when I am tired, I sleep. Simple as that.
-Simple as that… -Fiammetta quietly mumbles, as if talking to herself. –So the rumors were true: you are quite a drinker, Miss Ling.
-So getting permission to drink freely is really that much of an achievement? I should be more proud of it then.
Ling lets out a true, honest laugh. How long has it been since her last felt such joy like this? No matters. Fiammetta is letting out another sigh, and Ling is much more intrigued by that sight than reminiscing about whatever in the past.
-So this is the real you, huh?
-This is the real me, yes. The day we met, I was in my sobered stage, so maybe I acted a bit different than usual. –The dragon curves her lips into a playful smile. –Disappointed?
-Not really, no. –Fiammetta answers without any hesitation.
-Oh?
Oh~
-The way you act now is undoubtedly nonchalant, but it’s not the troublesome nonchalance like with Nian. It’s more that you are just carefree and easygoing. There’s nothing wrong with not taking thing too seriously.
Oh my~
-So you prefer me like this more?
-…To be honest, when we first met, I did think that you were sensible and collected. But I didn’t feel like it was natural. It’s more like you were holding back, or being uncomfortable. I thought…
Ling watched as the girl takes in a deep breath…
-I thought, it was because of me tha-
-Fiammetta.
…and was fully prepared to step in if the talk went the way she had thought. And as expected, it did.
-Do not overthinking yourself. If I seemed unease that day, it’s simply because I was too sobered than I would have wanted. You’ve nothing wrong to offend me till this point. The talks I have with you, this one included, have been very delightful.
Not even with what happened with Dusk, she can tell she shouldn’t say this.
Ling keeps her sight on Fiammetta, making sure the Liberi is also doing the same. The pair of red eyes, while hinting anxiousness, still unwaveringly looks back at her. Just how daring can one be. Ling truly adores this person sitting right next to her, and so she needs to get her point across…
-I truly enjoy talking to you. Do remember that.
-…Miss Ling.
-And with that, your next drink is on me.
-Huh?
…the most suitable way for her.
-Wait, Miss Ling! You don’t need to do that for me.
-Considers it payment for a happy drinking time. Miss Bartender, did you catch that?
-I did. Another victim fell to Fiammetta’s vicious charms.
-Again, stop talking as if I’m used to seducing people!
-Also, can I order another drink?
-You’re already finished your drink? You shouldn’t drink it too quickly like that.
-It’s fine. This is nothing compared to the Yan’s wine I usually have.
-Of course. I’m almost finished your drink so please wait for a little bit more, Fiammetta. And Miss Ling, what do you want to have next?
-Mhm. What would you recommend for me, Fiammetta?
-Oh, that’s great. Fiammetta, try not to disappoint the one who gifted you a drink alright. Also, here your drink.
-Is it really okay though, for her to drink this fast?
-Fiammetta, I truly meant it when I said I can handle my drink.
-See? This is Miss Ling we’re talking about. I’m sure she will be just fine.
…
…Well, the bartender was corrected. Ling can hold herself well enough even after the fifth orders. The only different the Feline can notice is how she’s now humbling something to herself. A song, maybe? It’s almost frightening how the dragon seems to be unstirred after such large amount of alcohol intakes.
The problem here,
-…Ugh…
is Fiammetta, currently facing down on the counter, one hand holding her head while letting out distressful groans.
“It’s rare to see her getting this wasted”, the Feline comments in awe. But that’s not the only reason for her to be this amazed. No, the main reason was because the thing that knocked down Fiammetta was not one of her drink.
-Hmm~
It was the wine from Ling’s gourd, just one tiny cup like the one Ling’s using. No, maybe even less than that.
-After all those different tastes, Yan’s wine is a surprisingly good drink to wash it down.
-This must be the first time I’ve ever seen anyone using wine as a palate cleanser for other drinks. –The Feline breaks her character as she lets out a sigh.
-Really? This is good wine, though. Do you want a taste, Miss Bartender?
-I will have to decline. Drinking during working time is against the rule. And honestly, I’m kind of scared I won’t make it through the night.
-Now now. This gourd may seems magical since I took it out of thin air, but I guarantee you the wine inside is no more special than any wine you can buy in Yan.
-Three strong drinks weren’t enough to even make Fiammetta blinked, yet one sip from your cup wore her down to this. –She said as she poked a few time at Fiammetta’s hair, which met some resistances as the Liberi weakly shook her head.
-Maybe she’s the type that doesn’t show it until being extremely drunk, and that sip was simply the tipping point?
-Anyhow, I’m not gonna chance it. I’m very sorry, Miss Ling. But I’ll have to hold back on your invitation for another day.
-Sure. We can wait. –Ling smiles one tenderly.
She has been smiling a lot tonight, hasn’t she? Well that’s a good thing. Just drinking away, without caring about what grand things are happening around the world.
-It’s a good thing, really.
The voice entered the dragon’s ears just as she was about to pour another cup for herself.
-Fiammetta? –Ling goes with her gut feeling, which the bartender answers with a slight nod.
-She’s been undoubtedly on edge recent days, so much so that it started showing on her face. But seeing her going to a bar like this, means things have somewhat calmed down now.
-Do you know the reasons for her being so tensed up?
-Dear Fiammetta here has so many secrets about herself that would get me into troubles if tried to dig into. But if I have to guess, it’s because the previously operation has just been announced successful with no casualties this morning.
The words let out caused some memories to rise up, and Ling allowed her mind to wander along.
Basically, I need help looking after a person.
Although Nian might have told you very carefree, I’d have to ask you to keep this matter a secret. Of course, you two and Dusk are not the only ones. There’re others who’ve agreed to cooperate.
It’s not something so serious as it may sound, and the person I’m talking about isn’t the troublesome kind either. Though I will admit she can be a real pain sometimes.
Sadly, she’s not here right now. I predict she will return in less than a week.
Her name is…
-Mostima.
Ling says, almost as quietly as a whisper.
-Did you say something, Miss Ling?
As evidenced by the fact that even the Feline’s ears weren’t able to catch that. Or maybe she just wanted to ask out of politeness.
-Nothing, no. –The smile is still there, yet she can’t help but feel herself wavered as she glances at the Liberi, still making discomforted sounds while lying on the counter.
Not humble at all, are we? It was a smirk, a very small rise at a corner of her mouth that she hid behind the cup of wine. Making such an endearing person worry about you?
Ling chucks the whole cup down in one go, the first time she’s done it tonight, getting a “Woo” applause from the bartender. That stung a bit. She only smiles in reply, and immediately pours another cup full. After that though, she put the gourd down on the counter, and leans herself almost too much toward one side.
-Fiammetta.
Just barely did her shoulder touch the Liberi instead of pressing onto her.
-……Y-Yes? –Despite being oh so wasted, Fiammetta still did her best to let out a completed word in reply, as well as trying to lift her head up, but gave up and just turned her face around, barely enough for the corner of her eye to peek through.. The eye looking at Ling, although dazed and watery, still feels so clear and bright, like jewel. Ling adores it.
-Don’t you think it’s about time you drop the honorifics?
-…Not yet…
-Why, I wonder? Haven’t we known each other for long enough now?
-It’s…only been a few days…Miss Ling…Ugh. –The Liberi tightens the hand holding her head in retort to the sudden headache.
-And that’s more than enough. I also didn’t use any when I first met you, despite you being taller than me.
-…That’s not…how it…works…
-It isn’t? I mind not.
-Are you drunk, Miss Ling?
-Hmm? No. I feel fine.
-Really? It seems to me like your face is turning pretty red. A bit tipsy?
-A bit, maybe. –Ling gave her answer right away, sign that the alcohol is starting to deal numbers. –I’m tipsy most of the time though, so I can't really tell.
-Well, I guess I will have to take your word for it then.
The Feline begins cleaning up the glasses on the counter. She won’t say this, but even though she has no right to stop Ling from drinking her own wine when the dragon's still somewhat clear headed, she has no intention to serve anymore order had being asked. Calls it her code as a bartender.
Ling has stopped using her arms for a while since they became so wobbly. Instead, her tail filled in as a make-do substitute, which also soon getting loose from her control. She glances at her gourd placed on the counter, and then at Fiammetta. The red-haired girl has keep that pose for more than a quick notice, with only the constant groaning for others to know she’s not fully asleep.
-Hey, Little Fiammetta.
-…Uhm…
Well, it seems she doesn’t have enough left to answer anymore. Maybe it’s the same for Ling, calling out for her as if a little sister.
Yeah, let’s stop here.
-Actually, Miss Bartender, -She lets out a tired sigh. –I think it’s enough for tonight.
-Very wise choice.
-Also, I’ll take Fiammetta with me. –Ling makes a certain gesture with her hand, and the gourd starts fading away like smoke. –Do you happen to know where her room is?
-I’m sorry to say that I don’t. Still, if you want, I can make a quick call.
-That’s too much trouble. I’ll just bring her to my room. Can you get the bill for both of us?
-Oh, it’s okay. Won’t be the first I put Fiammetta’s on hold. I can just talk it out with her later as usual.
-What if I tell you I want to pay for her then?
-Just how much bewitching can dear Fiammetta get? –The Feline chuckles. –Then, I guess I’ll also have to show my love and give you two a discount.
-How sweet. –Ling answers in kind. Truthfully, she isn’t that worry about the price, since the upfront payment she received was quite a lot, and it’s not like she has other uses for money.
-Thank you for your visit, Miss Ling. Here’s your change. –The Feline was quick with her hands. –It’s been a pleasure to be able to serve you tonight.
-Thank you. Your service has been delightful. And now, -Ling stretches her hands before reaching out to the Liberi. –can you still hear me, Fiammetta?
-Um…Yes…
-Good. Let’s take our leave then.
-Do you need some help, Miss Ling?
-Worry not. I may not seem the type, but I’m well-trained in terms of physical strength.
As she says that, Ling pulls Fiammetta and carefully helps she stands up. Afterward, she puts the Liberi’s arm over her neck, intended to let the girl leans on her.
…
-…
Ling suddenly paused, with her eyes wide opened, staring blankly forward with not even a slight twitch.
-…Miss Ling? –The Feline tilts her head.
-Ah no, it’s nothing. –Ling quickly answers. –She’s a bit lighter than I’ve thought, that’s all.
That wasn’t a lie.
It’s simply not the full truth.
Honestly though. Ling laughs to herself. She had already noticed it when they first met, but wasn’t sure due to the layers of clothes the Liberi’s wearing.
But now, she is certain. She can feel it on her back, after all.
She’s really quite well-rounded.
Making a few coughing sounds, Ling listens to her courteous side and fixes their position, trying to avoid paying too much attention to the parts where their body press into the other. After a bit, she finally finds a suitable pose and begins moving toward the elevator.
-Well then, we’ll be leaving now, Miss Bartender. Hopefully, we won’t be the only guests tonight.
-Please don’t worry. Even if that’s to be the case, I would still be satisfied with the talk we had.
The Feline chuckles cheerfully, which soon turns into a tenderly smile as she looks at the two customer leaving.
-Please take care of Fiammetta for me, Miss Ling. And I wish you a lovely night.
What time is it already?
Ling couldn’t tell. There might have been a few clocks along the corridors, but she wasn’t in a good enough condition to check on them.
The only thing she knows for sure, is that it is late enough for her to carry Fiammetta the whole way without meeting a single person. Lucky. She doesn’t believe herself to have what it take to give a passable explanation had being asked.
And just like that, the dragon soon reaches her dorm room.
-Let’s see…The combination should be this right… -Her fingers are now almost too shaky to enter the code. Ling smiles as if mocking herself as the door slides opened.
Ling has only moved in for a few days, and as stated, she doesn’t stay indoor much even at nights. That’s why her room right now is no different from any other unoccupied room. A bed, a table, a closet, a fridge. As one may say: it’s every basic modern convenience, just lacking in characters. Ling wonders if she should ask Dusk to help decorating, since she herself has no idea in mind.
Ling’s legs are currently feeling a bit too warm for comfort. It also doesn’t help how the door closes itself behind her, leaving her in complete darkness. What does it end up to? Her tumbling along with Fiammetta as she tries to lay the Liberi down on the bed. Both of them groan quietly at the same time, but only Ling’s awake enough to hold herself up and fumbling her hand around. The switch should be around here. After a while, she manages to turn on the yellow night light. Ling hummed in satisfaction, before falling face flat onto the bed again.
-…Fiammetta.
-…
There’re no answer, only the rhythm of breathing soundfully. Ling tries to turn her head sideway, only to find out the LIberi has fallen deep asleep.
As if in daze, as if entranced, she keeps on staring. At that flustered face, moving up and down soothingly. Calming, she tells herself. A random thought, Ling reaches out her hand to move away the part of the bang covering Fiammetta’s eye, damp by all the sweat flowing down from her forehead. A sudden urge, Ling lingers, stroking the girl's hair from the wings up top down to the end part on her shoulders.
I must be going crazy. Ling retracts her hand, pushes against the bed to lift her upper body up again. What to do next? She tilts her head side to side, a bit too cheerfully for her own taste.
There’s no doubt about it. She’s drunk. The alcohol has caught up to her. And it is from this clouded mind, that a certain thought rises up.
One that is certainly devilish, but definitely not from ill will.
Ling caught herself from nearly falling down again. Slowly but steadily backing up, her body soon finds itself leaning against the wall. No hesitation, she brings out the gourd again. There’s still plenty of wine left. It’s her habit to save up a lot, in case she might gets caught up with a strong flow of inspiration.
Ling carefully rethinks about what she has thought, just to make sure.
It’s not like she’ll have anything to do when morning comes. So in case she wakes up first, she will simply get ready, to be able answer any misunderstanding Fiammetta may have, which knowing the Liberi, she’ll definitely have a lot to ask.
Or, she can just sleep in, and let the Liberi be the first to awaken…
A mischievous smile forms on the dragon’s face. She looks at the red-haired girl sleeping soundly besides her, and cannot help but imagine how adorable her panicked expression will be. How worth looking forward to.
Oh, Ling hadn’t imagined herself to be so mean. She recalls about the straight shot she took, and how badly it hurt her head. Still, with determination on her mind, she starts chugging down the gourd.
Ling optimistically believes she won’t regret doing this.