AlterMyth - A Hololive Fanfiction

Ride On Time

Prologue

When Ame held the passed-out drunk young lady in her arms, the revolting smell of alcohol assaulted Ame's nose - an unholy mixture of just about every type of alcohol that she could think of. The smell emanated thickly from the drunkard's mouth and clothes, making Ame worried that she would get drunk herself from just the fumes of it all! So, Ame pinched her nose and turned to the bartender.

"Barkeep!" Ame called, "D'ya have a room I can use? She needs to lie down - and some water too!"

The rattled bartender nodded and showed Ame to the bar car's break room - a small office that was barely larger than the cabin of a horse carriage. There was a sofa there, thankfully, so Ame laid the drunkard down and the bartender set down a pitcher of water and a glass.

The bartender then excused himself and closed the door behind him. Now that the two were alone, Ame poured a glass of water and urged the drunkard to drink.

"Hey you. Hydration check. Drink some water." Ame insisted.

She set the brim of the glass by the drunkard's lips, but the blitzed drunkard refused.

"I get plenny o' wahter all le time..." She argued with a slur, "Gimme da pale ale I ohrduhd!"

"Drink. Some. Water." Ame furrowed her brow and forcibly pressed the glass against the drunkard's lips, "Don't make me get creative. Trust me. You wouldn't like it."

The drunkard pouted at Ame but eventually drank the entire glass in a few gulps. She then glowered at Ame.

"There! Happy?" The drunkard lashed sourly.

"Over the moon!" Ame answered sarcastically. Her stern face, however, told another story entirely.

Now what?" The drunkard grew impatient.

"Now - you rest." Ame replied, channeling the clinical composure of her Uncle Watson. She set aside the glass and gave her prognosis, "You drank a lot of booze and you were practically stumbling back there. You blacked out too. That could have been dangerous."

"I wahsn stublin..." The drunkard's slur remained poor.

"Sure, sure." Ame took the blatant lie in stride and sat down on the sofa. She raised up the drunkard's head, set it down on her lap and spoke, "Now just stay still for a bit and rest. I'll stay here with you till you get better."

The drunkard's red cheeks seemed to grow redder for a moment. The last thing she expected was getting a lap pillow from a beautiful blond girl, after all. Regardless, the drunkard ran out of quips and rested her head on Ame's lap in absolute silence. Only the rattle of the train as it rumbled on towards Portsmouth disturbed the serene albeit cramped scene. More than that, the drunkard had an unusually nice view of Ame's bountiful chest. Ame's bust was compressed by her tan traveling coat, but the way they moved threatened to hypnotize the drunkard regardless.

When the drunkard finally managed to muster the willpower to look away from Ame's chest, she looked up to Ame's face and spoke.

"Oy... I recugnize ya. Yer da gurl frum de nespapr. Wahtsn."

"Normally, I'd be happy that someone finally recognized me instead of fawning over Lowry." Ame chuckled and playfully flicked the drunkard's nose. "But I'm not sure how to feel hearing that from a drunkard."

"I'm naht drank." The drunkard wrinkled her nose and scoffed. She then struggled to introduce herself, "I'm Gooruh. Gooruh Garr... or Garr Gruh, or..."

"Are you trying to say your name or something?" Ame wondered just what in the world the drunkard was trying to say that time. Then, all of the sudden, Ame hiccuped.