[FIN] Vested Interest

[Suudonym]

"I can't even ********' see right now," he complained at her prompt - the reason being that he had unconsciously closed his eyes. He raised a hand to his face, pulling it over his features wearily. "It's just-- It's silver. Okay. Believe in yourself."  

[BlackFireKitsune]

Sera spared a quick glance to his face and had to do a double-take when she realized he didn't even have his eyes open. ******** seriously? "Believing in myself won't do s**t without keys. You're sure as hell not driving anywhere," she said. Okay, there were a couple nearby that could be it... Maybe his car keys had one of those unlock buttons, that would solve everything. "Here, lemme see your keys."  

[Suudonym]

He lowered his hand to his pocket, fumbling briefly before withdrawing a ring of keys attached to - behold! - a small car fob. "You can do it," he muttered, pushing the keys in her general direction. "Believe in me who believes in you."  

[BlackFireKitsune]

Oh thank freaking Arceus. Sera let go of his arm to take the keys and fumbled briefly before pushing the button, and a car not too far away beeped and its lights flashed. With a sigh of relief, the brunette held onto his arm again - couldn't have him falling over when they were so close - and started walking towards his car. Carefully, of course, since he wasn't even looking at anything anymore at all. Holy crap she hoped this never happened to her.

Once there, Sera led Nate over to the passenger's side and released his arm again so she could open the door and help him in, and there was no way in hell she would take any opposition or argument because ******** if she was going to let him drive anywhere. That done, she circled to the driver's side and got in. With the car started, she paused to glance over at him once more. "So where do you live again?" Because she didn't believe he lived where he said he did.  

[Suudonym]

Why would anyone ever do this to a person there were so many better ways to go about getting laid like maybe NOT BEING THAT GUY AT A CLUB WHO GOES AROUND SPIKING DRINKS. Eventually he realized he was in a reclining position and leaned uncomfortably into the pseudo-corner between the seat and the door. He sort of felt like he was going to be sick, but he hoped otherwise because he sure as hell couldn't move much. When the question reached him, he didn't have the energy to recall whatever lie he had originally told, "Ambergris."  

[BlackFireKitsune]

Honestly she couldn't remember what lie he'd originally told either - Makko? Was that it? - but she hadn't expected Ambergris. She pushed herself against the back of the seat with a huff. "Like ******** I'm driving you there, I don't know how to get there anyway." Plus how long of a freaking drive was that? To the sketchiest city in all of Kodo? s**t, no wonder he hung out in Camphoreon all the time.

She hesitated, frowning at the wheel because she couldn't drive him all the way to Ambergris, he probably couldn't get a hotel - company car her a** - and like hell she was paying for one... and she really, really didn't want him to see the dingy little apartment she had to live in. Her pale eyes flicked over to him, and her frown deepened into a more concerned expression rather than upset. "..are you okay?" Wait, no, of course he wasn't okay, god damn. "I mean," she amended, brows furrowed, "you look like you're gonna be sick or something. Maybe you should recline the seat and lie down..?" She suggested hesitantly, really not at all sure what to do in this situation. Drive somewhere, obviously, but as of yet she was still completely unsure of where to drive to.  

[Suudonym]

It's not hard, it's like a straight line but with a few turns, he explained with perfect coherence and clarity in his head. Her question received in reply a long, pitiful groan, "I'm gonna diiiiiiiiiie."  

[BlackFireKitsune]

Sera pursed her lips at his pitiful display and sighed, instead focusing on the car as she adjusted the seat and pulled out of the parking lot, saying something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like "men are such babies" as she did so.

After a straight line but with a few turns, along with an unspecified number of minutes, Sera successfully pulled into a parking spot in the parking lot of the apartment building she lived in. With the car turned off and the keys in her hand, she got out of the car and circled back around to the side to help Nate back out of the car and she really, really hoped he was still conscious because s**t this would be hard if he wasn't.  

[Suudonym]

There was really nothing pleasant about the experience. One might have expected a nice, peaceful rest, like when drugged at a hospital for some kind of procedure, but it was more like being paralyzed: heavy and painful. He managed to maintain some consciousness - or at least to recover some - by the time the vehicle stopped, enough so even to open his eyes to meet her, though his vision was blurred in spite of his efforts. There was a slow recognition that he probably should have said something, but no thoughts took form.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

s**t, he looked awful. Yeah, there was no way she could've gone to Ambergris... As much as she loathed to admit it, her place was pretty much the only option. "Come on," she said gently as she grabbed his arm and pulled him up and out of the car. With one arm around his waist again and her opposite hand holding onto his wrist, she again resumed trying to help him walk except holy s**t it was a lot harder this time. A brief moment passed as she rummaged through a pocket of her coat before she released Jacques, and with the Zoroark's help (and ability to much more effectively help someone else walk), they were able to get inside the building, up the elevator, and to the door of her apartment.

Once inside, and assured that both her parents were asleep in their room, the brunette spent a good few moments trying to decide if she should put him on the couch or in her bed... The couch would've been the immediate obvious answer, but then that would necessitate telling her parents about him and that would just be all kinds of awkward she didn't want to deal with... God dammit. With a small, vaguely frustrated sigh, Sera led them over to her bedroom and deposited Nate onto her bed with the inward thought that he damn well better appreciate this because holy s**t.  

[Suudonym]

He certainly would have not only appreciated it but also expressed as much, but as soon as his body recognized that it was at rest, it surrendered all semblance of consciousness. He awoke late the next morning feeling more hungover than he had since high school. With a small groan he maneuvered a hand to rub clumsily at his eyes, searching his surroundings. Yeah he had no idea where he was. It really completed the 'got drugged at a club' experience.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

If Sera had been aware of his thoughts, she would've told him that, duh, he was obviously in a girl's room. Her room, to be exact. It was a little small and sparsely furnished, with a few Pokemon spread out and around. A Zoroark asleep in one corner, an Absol laying down by the bed that lifted its head at the noise Nate made, and a Zubat hanging from the closet doorframe. A hooded Banette floated gleefully over to the stranger on the bed, but Giselle appeared right after him and shooed him off reproachfully. This was no time to try and scare or creep anybody out.

Sera pushed her door open and moved to sit down on the edge of her bed, offering Nate a soft frown. "Hey, I was wondering when you'd wake up. How're you feeling?" She was wearing not a dress, but, holy crap, pants. Pajama pants, to be exact, with a matching tanktop and a fuzzy bathrobe.  

[Suudonym]

Another, longer groan. "I died," he answered. "I'm dead. This is it." He didn't remember much of what had happened between leaving the club and waking just now, but if Seraphine was there then that filled in a big piece of the puzzle.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

Yeah okay, he was really kind of acting like a huge baby. The brunette snorted lightly. "No you didn't. You got drugged, I guess," she corrected him, not feeling like saying that it had been her vodka that did it. She still wasn't entirely convinced it had been spiked before or after she gave it to him. Again, "How are you feeling?" She kind of needed to know that to know if she should get any pills or anything, although she didn't bother to say as much.  

[Suudonym]

He rolled onto his stomach with a sigh, muttering a response, "Imagine like the worst hangover you've ever had, times three or four." Anyone who went around drugging other people had obviously, obviously never been drugged themselves. This was just outright cruelty.