#68 Day Drinking (500 words)

Inspired by: I Shall Be Free No. 10

True to her word, Sadie refused to leave Ein’s apartment on Saturday. 

“No, you can’t make me go out there. Everyone’s stupid and annoying, and you aren’t.” Sadie protested when Ein opened the curtains. 

Sadie covered her head with a pillow. They had completely different sleep schedules since Sadie’s shifts switched so often. 

BC appeared from nowhere and jammed themselves in the open window and took a deep breath of city air. 

“What do you want to do then?” Ein asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“Stay in bed with me.”

“I can’t sleep all day. My body doesn’t work that way.”

“Day drink?”

“Hell yeah. I’ll go pick up supplies while you sleep some more.”

Sadie fell back to sleep immediately, and Ein ran to a liquor store. He returned with several types of alcohol and mixers. Sadie and BC, we’re in the kitchen making breakfast.

“We should probably start with mimosas, right?” Ein asked, holding orange juice and Champagne. 

By noon they’d drank all the Champaign and had moved onto margaritas. They watched movies and got very drunk. 

“So, Ein Quin, what’s your deal? Like where did you come from?”

“You know all that I’m just like a boring guy. Same as anyone else. There’s nothing special about my past.”

“You just wanderer the country and end up in my arms? Pretty fishy.”

“You found me I didn’t find you. I was unconscious.”

“You looked so pathetic I couldn’t leave you there.”

“Ouch.”

“Poor little boy collapsed on the sidewalk. Completely invisible to the rest of the world, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. Is that the only time you sleep? When you get startled and faint like a lil goat?”

“I already slept enough this year.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I wanted to try something new for my birthday and decided to go camping.”

“Isn’t your birthday in the middle of winter? Like January?”

“Yeah, so it was freezing, and I went a little nuts, I needed to meet a bear. Which I totally did! Except it was trying to hibernate, and I woke it up, and a guy shot me, and then the bear slurped the bullet out of me.”

Sadie listened, mouth agape. 

“Then it collapsed on top of me, which stopped the bleeding. I woke up three months later, healed somehow, and I’m quite lucky to be alive.”

“Now, you can’t sleep? Have you tried a weighted blanket, like a 500 pound one?”

Ein laughed. 

“I don’t think I’m going to remember any of this tomorrow. Oh, man, my drinks empty.”

“Can I get you another?”

“Of course! It’s going to take a lot to comprehend you being raised by a bear. We’re you trying to fight it? What was the point?

“You don’t think I could take a bear?”

Ein tried to imitate a boxer but just tripped over BC.

“I don’t think you can take BC!”

Ein returned with more drinks heavily poured, and they got drunker. 

Published by einquin

Writing personal exploration flash fiction as well as building the foundations for a comic book universe.

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