Tenth didn't drink.
The only time she'd ever had a meaningless sip of alcohol was when she'd seen it sitting on the table a little after she woke up. She'd figured she didn't drink in her past life, either.
So, stumbling out of the pub at twelve in the afternoon, mind-blowingly drunk, wasn't really a common thing.
Her left arm was slung over Jeffory's shoulder, and she rambled on about odd things. She commented about the color of the sky, and the spaces in between the O'khasian houses.
Tenth hated the feeling. A gross, gut-wrenching feeling knotted in her stomach, and she felt like she couldn't control her own movements or sentences. She was incredibly dizzy as well, and unknowingly thankful to Jeffory for helping her.
"Hey~," she slurred, "Howww much did youuu give me to drink, sireee~~?"
Jeffory sighed. "Please get yourself together. I bought you one drink, and then you payed for your other eight drinks yourself. Just pull it together and tell me where you live so I can drop you off."
"You're realllly handsomeee~, Mr. Jefffffory~~," Tenth slurred grinning.
"Tell me where you live, T."
Tenth threw her right hand up in the air. "I dunnnno~! I live at an innnnn~! I don't have a home~! I'm the tenth fucking memberrrr of the Jury of Nine~~~!"
Jeffory's eyes widened. "T, what the hell are you talking about?! Tenth member?!"
Tenth nodded, giggling.
Jeffory let her arm go and it fell limply at her side. He glanced from side to side before grabbing Tenth's hand and pulling her around the back of the pub.
He sighed, glancing at her drunken, confused figure. He took a breath before pulling out his glaive and readying the blunt end. Then, the gave a swift swipe, and it came into contact with Tenth's head, knocking her out.
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Tenth opened her eyes a crack. She was back at her home, the inn. Her head was hurting like crazy, and she felt like it was definitely worse than a hangover headache."Hey." Jeffory's voice startled her. She groaned and turned her head over to him and said nothing.
"You got a little drunk. I had to knock you out, because, um, you were..."
Tenth's eyes darted around the room. "Can you get me some painkillers?" she mumbled quietly.
"Uh, yeah," he said, standing up. "I'll be right back."
Tenth waited for the sound of the door being shut before she curled her fingers around her bedsheet. She knew she'd made a mistake. She'd said some stuff she shouldn't have, and now, karma had come to get her for getting drunk in broad daylight. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her pounding skull and racing thoughts.
The door creaked as it opened, signalling Jeffory's arrival. Her eyes darted around before finally meeting his. It was now or never, and she had to face the music.
Jeffory dropped a few pills in her open palm and handed her a glass of water. She took them, and drank all of the water, feeling her insides relax. She said nothing, hoping Jeffory would forget about any dumb or mindless thing she'd said while drunk.
"You, uh, said some things."
Shit.
Tenth sighed and didn't say anything.
"I'm not sure if they were true or not, so I, uh, figured I'd ask while you were sober," he added.
"Ask," she said, quietly yet firmly.
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tenth: an mcd ff
FanfictionNine members. Nine stories. But what if there was a secret tenth member? No one knows her real name. Not Zane Ro'meave. Not even Tenth herself. She simply appeared in the village of O'khasis, with no memory of her past--only a remarkable talent with...