[IC Story] I DEMAND A REMATCH!
THURSDAY, 17 DECEMBER 2015
It wasn’t the slight pounding in her head that made Nefzen wish she had stayed in the blessed comfort of unconsciousness. No, it was the sudden queasiness that assaulted her as she rolled over on the bed.
“Ugg… Note to self: no greasy food before a drinking challenge… No matter how tasty it might be.†And twelve’s damnation those bacon wrapped dates (sprinkled with salted ground almonds!) had been just as amazing as Renee had told her weeks ago. Still, just thinking about food made her want fight back the nausea by hanging her head off the side of the bed.
Once the grumbling in her stomach ceased Nef braved opening an eye. The last thing she remembered was stumbling of the the Fated Inn with Kanmir… right in front of her brother. After that everything was a blur.
The room was unfamiliar, but that wasn’t saying much. She couldn’t remember what her rented room in Ul'dah looked like anyway. Still, definitely wasn’t someone’s home judging by the sparse furnishings. There was a chair in the corner with a crumpled blanket in it. Next to that was a small table upon which was a ceramic jug and a plate with a small towel over it. Next to that Nefzen could see a sheet of paper. She groan, shutting her eyes before pushing her still fully clothed self up off the bed.
The jug contained water, the plate a few pastries, and the note was from her baby brother:  "… blah blah… You passed out, brought you to my room at the quicksand… blah blah…  Hope the hangover doesn’t suck too much…. blah blah..  I had a job to do before you work.    -‘sae. “ She almost missed the bottom note that seemed hesitantly scrawled on: “Let me know what happened between you and Sana, so I know what I’m stepping into.â€Â Ha! Fat chance for that, She thought as she nibbled on a pastry. Thought it made her wonder what made him ask. Try as she might, Nefzen couldn’t remember.
What she DID remember was missing the last shot and nearly losing her dinner on the floor of the bar. Damnation! Kanmir won… but it as due to those bloody dates.. not that he actually out drunk her. Never that! They were most definitely going to have a rematch, preferably in the near future!Â
Something else kept tugging on her mind. Something she had thought of before they started in on the shots. Something she wanted to ask him. What was it… Try as she might, Nefzen just couldn’t remember. ARG! I can’t sit here and keep trying to remember. I’ve got a job to do and I’ve wasted eno…
Wait. That was it! Maybe Kanmir might know something about it. Or know who to ask at least. Someone in the bloody town knew something about that shipment and she would find them if it was the last thing she did. Granted, she’d rather the last thing she did was sample a good drink surrounded by friends, but that was totally beside the point. Nef shook her head. She had things to do. Time to get moving.
Before heading out, Nefzen wrote on the back of the paper. She then gathered herself up and headed to her own room down the hall. Time to get cleaned up then on her way.
After all, a ‘ghost’ shipment of explosives wasn’t going to find itself.
THURSDAY, 17 DECEMBER 2015
It wasn’t the slight pounding in her head that made Nefzen wish she had stayed in the blessed comfort of unconsciousness. No, it was the sudden queasiness that assaulted her as she rolled over on the bed.
“Ugg… Note to self: no greasy food before a drinking challenge… No matter how tasty it might be.†And twelve’s damnation those bacon wrapped dates (sprinkled with salted ground almonds!) had been just as amazing as Renee had told her weeks ago. Still, just thinking about food made her want fight back the nausea by hanging her head off the side of the bed.
Once the grumbling in her stomach ceased Nef braved opening an eye. The last thing she remembered was stumbling of the the Fated Inn with Kanmir… right in front of her brother. After that everything was a blur.
The room was unfamiliar, but that wasn’t saying much. She couldn’t remember what her rented room in Ul'dah looked like anyway. Still, definitely wasn’t someone’s home judging by the sparse furnishings. There was a chair in the corner with a crumpled blanket in it. Next to that was a small table upon which was a ceramic jug and a plate with a small towel over it. Next to that Nefzen could see a sheet of paper. She groan, shutting her eyes before pushing her still fully clothed self up off the bed.
The jug contained water, the plate a few pastries, and the note was from her baby brother:  "… blah blah… You passed out, brought you to my room at the quicksand… blah blah…  Hope the hangover doesn’t suck too much…. blah blah..  I had a job to do before you work.    -‘sae. “ She almost missed the bottom note that seemed hesitantly scrawled on: “Let me know what happened between you and Sana, so I know what I’m stepping into.â€Â Ha! Fat chance for that, She thought as she nibbled on a pastry. Thought it made her wonder what made him ask. Try as she might, Nefzen couldn’t remember.
What she DID remember was missing the last shot and nearly losing her dinner on the floor of the bar. Damnation! Kanmir won… but it as due to those bloody dates.. not that he actually out drunk her. Never that! They were most definitely going to have a rematch, preferably in the near future!Â
Something else kept tugging on her mind. Something she had thought of before they started in on the shots. Something she wanted to ask him. What was it… Try as she might, Nefzen just couldn’t remember. ARG! I can’t sit here and keep trying to remember. I’ve got a job to do and I’ve wasted eno…
Wait. That was it! Maybe Kanmir might know something about it. Or know who to ask at least. Someone in the bloody town knew something about that shipment and she would find them if it was the last thing she did. Granted, she’d rather the last thing she did was sample a good drink surrounded by friends, but that was totally beside the point. Nef shook her head. She had things to do. Time to get moving.
Before heading out, Nefzen wrote on the back of the paper. She then gathered herself up and headed to her own room down the hall. Time to get cleaned up then on her way.
After all, a ‘ghost’ shipment of explosives wasn’t going to find itself.
