Shadows

Never Got That Drink

Your POV

I wake up, forgetting where I was; I tried to sit up but end up plopping right back down when feeling the pain. I turn my head searching for any indication as to where I was, sighing, 'Homura' I think to myself. I look around a bit more realising I was by myself; sighing again, I force myself up and make my way to the bar. With only a few steps left, my legs gave out, I grab a barstool as I go down. Catching a glimps of the red head passed out on the steps.

Misaki's POV

BANG!
 I jump up suddenly from the loud sound, I look around trying to find the source of the noise when I see that girl trying to hoist herself up from the floor. Blood smearing all over the bar top, I sigh as I walk over to help her.

"What the fuck were you trying to do?" I questioned, "Geez what does a girl have to do around here to get a drink?" She replied, smirking a little. I stare at her for a second, 'who the fuck is this?' I think to myself. "Are you even old enough to drink?" "Does it even matter right now?" "Whatever" I walk away leaving her sitting there, and disappear into the kitchen.

Your POV

As he walks away, I look over and try to reach for the bottle of wine that was left out, "This wasn't what I was hoping for, but all well." I shrug, lifting the bottle.

Just as I was about to take a sip, it was pulled from my hands and replaced with a glass of water. "This wasn't what I was hoping for either." I pout. "W-well, I don't know who you are, and I'm s-sure Kusanagi wouldn't l-let you drink for f-free!" He practically yelled at me. I blink, a little shocked at how shy he was acting. "Mhmmm, well I'm _____, nice to meet you." "Y-yata" he says in a more calmly way. I smile and chug the water down.

"Well now that we know each other..." I snatch the bottle and start drinking, gulping down the bitter wine. "Damn thats actually pretty good!" I laugh, watching Yata's face go from embarrassed to annoyed. I pat him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll pay for it when I come back." I stand up, still hardly able to really move and try for the door. "And where the fuck you think you going? I already had to clean up your mess once, the least you could do is clean the new mess you mad!" Geez, this guy sure is a hot head. I look down and realised that my bandage started to drip blood, probably from when I fell.

"Well, help me rebandage myself, and I'll at least help." He shrugs, leaving again and coming back with some bandages. I carefully remove the thing I used to call a dress and the work Kusanagi did, shaking my head. "This was not done right." "W-wait! W-why you t-taking t-that off?" Yata looked away, extremely embarrassed. "Well, first of all, I have to expose the wound so I can properly dress it and you don't use this on your torrso area." "W-well L-let me g-get some clothes for you!" He yells and runs upstairs.

When he comes back he has some gym shorts and t-shirt. I sign putting them on real quick, "Better?" He nods and sighs in relief. "W-what now?"

I get up and go behind the bar, looking for anything sqare and plastic. "Aha!" I find ziplock bag, and wave it around. "Normally, you would do this if you had a bullet wound, but since the cut is deep, I dont see any harm in a little army medical training!"

He just stared at me with a blank face for a second and then just burst out in laughter, "What in the actual fuck? Army medical training?" I make a pouty face before laughing along with him, "He don't make fun! Someone very close to me was in the US Army and he showed me everything there is to know about medical treatments while out in combat and shit."  "Okaaay, but we not in 'combat'." He said making quotation marks as he said combat, "Yes, but we also not at a hospital are we?" I questioned back. He shrugged, and I stared at him. "Well, oh great medical guru, you gonna show me or what?"

Misaki's POV

Okay, seriously who is this? Like, she is completely different from when she first entered the bar, and army medical training really? I sigh as she takes the bandage tape and cut 4 long pieces and sticks them on the bar. "Okay first, you never try and stuff the torrso, you cover it up, and since we dont have an occlusive bandage; which is a super sticky bandage you stick onto the wound, you would use any somewhat clean plastic thing. In this case, a ziplock bag." She rips the bag open, making it longer, lifting her shirt, and places it over the gash. "Alright, now, take the tape and tape 3 sides of the bag." She holds down the plastic with some pressure and starts to breath a little heavy. "Now, when dressing a wound, you always want to make sure that whatever you're using is at least 2 inches away from the wound on all sides, and when taping, you would want to use wide tape so that you have at least 2 inches of tape on and off the plastic. Now leave the 4th side open until I exhale, then tape it up. Doing this ensures that no air makes to the space around my lungs." She exhales amd I tape the last side. "There! All done, well until I get home at least."

I laugh a little, and get up, "Well help me clean now." She makes a 'hmph' sound and starts cleaning up the mess.

After we were done she sat back down at the bar, positioning herself so it didn't hurt as much. "Soooooo, I have a question." I look over from the closet where I was putting the mop back, "What?" "Why do you get all shy sometimes, like when I talk to you. Your face gets all red and you start to stutter, even when I was taking off my dress, yea its something to be shy of, but not in a situation like that anyways. If I was passed out, I couldve died cause you were to shy to look at me or some shit." I gulp a bit, feeling my face heat up. I go behind the counter, hiding my face with my beanie. I hear her chuckle, next thing I know she is on the counter hold my beanie in the air and super close to my face. "It can't be you never seen a girl naked before, or better yet... have you even kissed a girl before?" Her whole vibe changed, I backed up tripping over my own feet landing on my ass. I watch unable to move as she climbs over and sits in my lap. She reached up and grabs a bottle off the shelf, and leans in, coming close to my ear. "This is what I was expecting when coming into the bar." She kisses my cheek and starts to chug the liqour. "Finally the drink I never got."