With a groan, Lelouch cracked his eyes open. His mouth felt uncomfortably dry and his eyes swollen. His tongue felt too big for his mouth, and as he covered his eyes, the light passing in through the slit in the curtains made his head ache. Pulling the blanket over his head, he swore quietly to himself.
Alexei Aleksandrovich was such a horrible influence. This he knew and yet, their friendship was well into its 20’s; maybe even the early 30’s, depending on when your starting point was – another question the two disagreed on.
“You’re not Melissa.”
“No, I’m not,” he growled. “And thankfully so. What the fuck happened last night?”
“You don’t remember?” He looked genuinely surprised. “I’d have thought you would. It certainly was memorable enough for me. Let’s see… Well, first, we got back to the hotel and went to the bar. We’d had a couple drinks, when Melissa – do you remember her? The number girl? – came in with some friends, so then we sat down with them. I remember her friend really took a shine to you. Melissa ordered a couple more rounds, and then finally it was about 4 in the morning when we went upstairs. But I could have sworn I had come here with Melissa. Ah, well. She wasn’t that pretty anyway.”
When Alexei saw his friend’s expression, he dropped his smile. Reaching over, he took hold of his shoulder. Lelouch briefly took note of how his friend wasn’t wearing anything under the shared blanket – of course he liked to sleep in the nude. Of course – as he gravely looked at him.
“Don’t worry. You didn’t do anything with Melissa’s friend. If I remember correctly, you kept pushing her off. You were so drunk, my friend, that you almost started crying as you went on a forty-minute discussion on how much you just adore your precious wife. It was quite the turn-off and completely ruined the whole atmosphere.”
“Fuck you, Alexei.”
“I swear to you, this wasn’t my intention at all. I really did want to discuss with you what was happening back home. If Melissa hadn’t shown up, you’d be in bed next to C.C. right now.”
“Yes, but that’s exactly the problem, isn’t it? I should be in bed next to her right now, whether or not Melissa or Miranda or whoever showed up.”
“Trust me, I’m not exactly jumping for joy that you’re in my bed instead of her.”
Glaring at him, he threw the blanket off before tossing a pair of pants in the general direction of his friend.
“Just go put some damn clothes on, for God’s sake.”
“These are yours.”
Lelouch stared hard at him as he innocently shrugged his shoulders.
“They are. All my clothes are from Gieves and Hawkes.”
“I’m going to make a call,” he said icily. “And then I’m going to take a shower, and then you and I are going to sit down, sober, and have this discussion you wanted to so badly, soberly, and then I’m going to go home sober and without having to extract some woman off my arm. Am I understood?”
Satisfied for the time being, he snatched his pants up before storming off into the other room. Alexei looked after him until he had vanished. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed before rubbing his face tiredly.
Knowing Lelouch, he’d probably be on the phone long enough to let him steal the shower. God only knew he needed some relief, what with the replacement of Melissa Something-or-other with Lelouch vi Britannia.
Not that Alexei would have minded the switch all that much, but there was no question Lelouch would. He was, after all, so very happily married, was he not? And to a beautiful lady no less.
Track 42: Horangnabi