This is just the first part. There's more to come, but I figure this is plenty long enough for an exercise, and if I wait much longer I'll miss the boat.
This is set after "The Adventure Begins With One Step" and "Recruitment: Team Blast Hardcheese," but you should be able to read it without reading those. Also, it's sort of a trial run with the new names, so they won't match (yet).
For feedback, I'm always interested to know what kind of emotional response (if any) I'm getting from my readers. Comments on stuff like flow, logic, whether or not my descriptions are working, etc., are also appreciated, and of course any mechanical errors that might've eluded me.
~Neshomeh
Interlude 2: Morning After
[BEEEEEEEEP!]
. . .
[BEEEEEEEEP!]
. . .
[BEEEEEEEEP!]
Derik woke with a jolt. A red light was blinking in the darkness. A mission! "Ear'ig, ge' the—" He tried to sit up, but couldn't. There was a weight on his stomach. Across most of his body, actually. He forced his left eye to focus and managed to make out a head of wild reddish hair. Gall.
The console went off again, and she stirred with a groan. "Nrg. Make it stop."
Derik's heart pounded, and so did his head.
Shards. What was going on? "Gall?"
"Yeah, what?" She pushed herself up with one hand and blinked down at him.
"You . . . ." He squeezed his eyes shut a moment, just in case it was all a dream. It wasn't. "You're . . . why are you . . . ?" He gestured vaguely at the two of them on the rather cramped, narrow cot.
"What?" A moment later, the penny dropped. "Oh. 'Cuz Fellrazer took the other one." She pointed a thumb backward over her shoulder.
Derik craned his neck to see around her. He could just make out two yellow eyes glaring at him from a spiky mound on what used to be Earwig's cot.
[BEEEEEEEEP!]
They both jumped.
"Would you—?" Derik started.
Gall snarled and wrested herself to her feet, kneeing Derik in the hip in the process and dragging his rough brown blanket away with her. She punched the button beneath the flashing light. "Stupid piece a' crap."
Derik sat up, frowning. He was definitely hungover. Again. Not nearly as badly as the last occasion, but enough that, although he'd managed to work out the most critical information, such as who Gall was and who he was, he was still lost on certain details. "Gall? Why are you in my response center?"
She stared at him, and he wasn't sure whether it was because she thought the question was stupid or because she was struggling to come up with the answer herself. Then she said, "Because it's mine, too, lunkhead." The former, then. "Remember? The giant thinky daisy said so."
"It did?" He put a hand to his forehead in concentration. Come to think of it, he did seem to recall standing in front of the Marquis de Sod recently. What had it said?
Based on your field evaluation, and because you currently lack a partner, I have decided to officially assign Agent Knutson with you henceforward. Good luck! Something like that. Possibly with the hint of a maniacal cackle at the end, but he couldn't be sure.
"It did," he had to agree. "So . . . we're partners now."
"Yep! You are totally stuck with me. How's it feel?"
"Like I had too much to drink and agreed to some things I'm going to regret," he muttered. Stipples of the previous evening were starting to come back—a grin here, a gleam of metal there. A whiff of beer, leather, and sweat.
Rudi's. He remembered Rudi's. Gall had promised to buy him a drink, and she decided to turn it into a celebration of her assignment. Derik wasn't about to turn down a cup or two after the day he'd had, so he went along with it. Then Gall had nearly gotten into a fight with that tattooed, dark-haired girl, Gremlin, and there was something about a team? Achoo, hairball . . . some sport with an odd name. That was about when the serious drinking had started. Everything afterward was a blur of strangers' faces amid a din of boisterous shouts and laughter. It really had turned into a party of sorts.
A thought struck him, and he wondered why it hadn't done sooner. He looked up urgently at his new partner. "Gall, did we—? I mean, last night; I don't remember. Did we . . . get carried away at all when we came back here?"
Again, that stare. "What are you talking about?"
He felt his fist clench of its own accord. "I
mean, when we were drunk and stupid and falling into bed together, did we have sex?"
"Uh, no?" She opened the blanket, showing that she had a loose tunic and leggings on underneath. "Still dressed here. And you've got pants on, if you hadn't noticed."
In fact, he hadn't. And there they were. He let out the breath he'd been holding. "Ah, good."
Gall nodded and turned toward the console, but then spun around again. "Hey! Whaddaya mean, 'good'?"
It was Derik's turn to be baffled. She wasn't relieved, too?
"You saying I'm ugly or something?" She raised a fist as high as her waist, warning but not quite threatening—yet.
"No! I'm saying I like to know who I'm sleeping with, that's all." And the fact was, he hadn't considered anyone that way since he had come here. He wasn't sure he remembered how.
"Well, good." Gall planted her hand on her hip. She seemed about to say something more, but instead she went back to the console. "Yeesh, get a load of this."
"What is it?" He swung his legs over the side of the cot, but thought better of standing up immediately.
"Something stupid. Too stupid to deal with on an empty stomach." She shut off the monitor before Derik could protest. "What's for breakfast?"
Fellrazer lifted his head and gave an inquisitive hum at the word.
"Normally I would just scrounge something up on the mission," Derik said, regarding the dragon, "but I suppose it will have to wait this time. I'll be dashed if I know how we're going to find steady food for him, though."
Gall tossed her head dismissively. "Please, like that wasn't the first thing I figured out when I got here? I know a guy. Come on, get up. You gonna wash again?"
"We should both wash," he informed her in a tone that brooked no argument. "Would you like to go first, or shall I?"
"
Or we could go together, to save time." She cocked her hip in a way that suggested this wasn't just a practical suggestion. "Since we've established we can both stand the sight of each other and all."
Derik stared a moment. He had thought he was fully awake now, but perhaps his dehydrated brain was still a bit sluggish, because he couldn't quite get it to accept that this was really happening to him. "No," he finally said, slowly, "I don't think the shower is big enough."
And just like that, everything was casual again. Gall didn't miss a beat. "You mean you hog the soap. In that case,
I'm going first." She balled up the blanket and threw it at his cot, only just missing his head, and went to get started.