I just need a frikken drink

[Observer]

Keep me calmed... What am I, some animal? I control myself... well, maybe not. - a lazy thought went through Renee's head as she watched the Wizardmon leave. He was kind enough to go search for a bandage for her. She supported her head with her hand, once again resuming somewhat of a sitting position, not with face at the table.

She felt a slight tug at her arm, as the Monodramon pointed at the exit. He clearly suggested they should leave, but Renee had a different opinion on the situation. If they left, where would she go? Back at the safe house? She couldn't face Larry while looking like this - she was an absolute disgrace. She knew her tamer wouldn't be angry at her, but she would have been happier if he'd yell at her - she deserved it. Indeed, she was her own harshest judge.

She would have been ashamed if he'd see her in such a pathetic state. And yet, why didn't she feel ashamed right now? There were lots of other people ... digimon around here, plus her own squadmate. And when the renamon thought about it, it was a shame after all. And stupid too. She was afraid to show weakness to her commander, and instead showed it to everyone else. Great idea. The glare from her eye changed from empty to focused.

- No, Mono. I can barely stand... Give me ... some time to regain control, ... I will go. Won't change anything by sitting here sulking anyway... - she said, feeling that getting drunk in the first place maybe wasn't such a bright idea. It was like giving up to weakness... - Plus I think you had enough of my whining for one day... - she added. Maybe her pride wasn't as dead as she once thought it to be. Forcefully, she pulled herself up, supporting with both hands, holding unto the table. The Numemon approached when he saw her standing up.

- Where's the bathroom? - she asked. The barmen pointed to a door, and asked:

- You need a paper bag? - he worked here for a while now, and knew the point when people who drank too much decide to use the ol' finger in the throat trick. Frankly, he was waiting for this moment, foreseeing it, of sorts. A barmen knows his clients.

- Yes... - she replied shortly, and, upon recieving the bag, went towards the direction Numemon showed. The room was swirling, waving and circling around, though she just followed the wall, until finding the door, and went inside, closing behind her. Whatever alcohol was not absorbed yet had to go back... Or else she'd not leave this place until sunrise...

[Mistral]

"This isn't the correct box"

The wizardmon already found the medical supplies room, but everything was scrambled and he had to search for the correct boxes where whoever was responsible for organizing the medical supplies left the bandages and disinfectants.

"This is it"

After randomly checking boxes, he finally found the correct one, there were not much clean bandages inside but that was better than nothing, the rest of them had to be sterilized before they could be of any use and in another nearby box he found several random medicines. It took him some extra time to find the disinfectant and made him wonder exactly why they bothered to send somebody to organize the supplies when everything was as disorganized as it could be anyway. Nevermind, he gathered what he needed and returning the bar, finding only the monodramon but not the renamon.

"Is she in the bathroom? I don't see her anywhere. Anyway, here, take this "

He handed over the disinfectant and bandages to the black monodramon. If the renamon was indeed in the bathroom, that could only mean that she was conscious enough to be able to leave the establishment and receive some first aid treatment in a more clean and quiet place, this bar and the not-so clean rooms were ill fitted for somebody with her kind of wounds.

Done that, he quietly waited for the renamon to return next to the monodramon to make sure she left the bar safely and spoke no more with the dragon digimon, he seemed to be of the silent type and expecting to have a proper speech with him seemed to be impossible judging by how he only growled the last time the wizardmon tried to talk with him

[Khrystalline Stone]

BlackMonodramon sighed and released his grip when Renamon temporarily refused, and resigned to standing there waiting for his squadmate to gather what little strength she had now to get up. He simply shrugged, sporting a half grin when she suggested he'd had enough of her whining. This nothing compared to what some of the hypnos workers randomly dumped on him.

It seemed SilverRenamon had enough herself though, which was a good sign in the least. She'd hopefully recover enough to fight another day. She had plenty of underlying issues that needed to be dealt with if she wished to fight effectively. Unfortuneately he wouldn't be able to help her.

When she finally got up with the desire to go to the bathroom, BlackMonodramon walked up to her side and offered his, well, head to lean on considering he was considerably shorter than her. He then waited outside the bathroom for Renamon to return, so they hopefully could get out of this place.

Monodramon simply blinked in greeting as the Wizardmon returned, nodding his head when he asked if Renamon was in the bathroom. He accepted the bandages and disinfectant, nodding in thanks to the digimon. All there was left now was to wait for Renamon to get out of the bathroom and they could leave and find a better place to fix her up.

[Observer]

Renee's stay in the bathroom was ... filled with unpleasant things. Having her stomach turn inside out wasn't exactly the most delightful experience, but it would have worked better in the long run - half of the alcohol what wasn't sucked into blood went down the drain, and Renee didn't regret it not one bit. Almost immediately she felt better, well, to a degree.

She looked in the stained mirror once more before leaving. Damn, it was bad, really. Most would take a long time to heal. But that was the price for being stupid, and it could have been far worse. She could have been killed, along with Larry. But she had to learn that harsh lesson, a bitter pill to be swallowed. Medicine never tastes good, otherwise it is not medicine...

She was surprised to find out that the Wizardmon brought a whole bunch of medicaments to help her out, instead of a simple bandage she asked him for. She did not expect such generosity, considering the fact that they barely knew each other and that the clandestine shelter was probably low on medkits as well. To show so much concern and kindness over a stranger ... it felt strange...

She was still waving left and right a bit, as she approached, but it was better than it was, slightly better. She could try getting home from here now, and, if she were to be helped out by the monodramon a bit, there should be no problem. First things first through - she needed to find a nice quiet place to work on her wound before going back. But that would be a different story...

- I didn't ask for that much... - she muttered, looking at the medpack in monodramon's hands. - I think I'm ready to go now... - she added, as her mind was slowly becoming clearer. It felt awfully good feeling alcohol slowly loosing it's poisony grip on her mind. - No reason sticking around here then. Let's go, Mono. And hit me with a shovel next time I even look upon that sh*t. - she said with a bit of a joke, making her way towards the exit, figuring the black dragon has the medkit. Just before leaving, she suddenly turned around, making an eye contact with the Wizardmon, looking at him for a few moments, her glare not as cold and impenetrable as when she met him the first time, and said:

- I'll remember this. And will find a way to thank you... - Renee turned around and left afterwards... She had a long walk ahead...

[Mistral]

The silver renamon finally returned from the bathroom, and she looked slightly better than before, but more importantly, she was a bit more sober, at least enough to have a comprehensible and logical chat with the wizardmon. She was impressed by the gesture of solidarity from him, but this was simply something any digimon should do in his opinion.

"No problem, we in the numemon bar seek to support each other during those hard times we live stranded in this world. If anything we have inside can be of any help for digimon in problems, we are more than happy to share our goods"

And it was actually true, many things could be said about the numemon bar like being a bit smelly, lacking of decent rooms or that it is quite disorganized, but everybody there was doing their best to survive and get along for the sake of not ending deleted in this foreign world. Other than the drinks and food, everything within the bar was for free, even the rooms and beds as long the guests took care of what little piece of space they used and helped in one way or another to collaborate with the other digimon. In the wizardmon's case, he often took care of the intelligence work in the bar, gathering information that might be useful for them, adding valuable information to the city maps like safe routes and at which outs is better to leave, and sometimes leaving in search for other digimon (something he pretty much stopping doing lately) and scavenging for useful things in the city, namely things like medical supplies, although that duty was relegated to more stealthy digimon like a ninjamon.

Soon both the renamon and monodramon started walking to the exit and the renamon turned back looking at him, this time it wasn't the daring and confident look she had under normal circumstances but an ... almost friendly look.

"Don't feel obligated to reciprocate for what I did, we all digimon should help each other if we want to live in the human world, but if you can, bring something that can help other digimon, that's what "she" would've wished for ..."

Who was that "she"? It was his deceased gatomon friend. She was always very helpful and wanted to stop the endless conflict between digimon and the survival of the fittest mentality almost everybody had. Sure, that was a very idealistic and too naive way of thinking, but her devotion to the cause was touching and helped the wizardmon to shape into the digimon he was now. Maybe the conflict would never end, but at least he wanted to make sure the gatomon's ideals didn't die with her and continued living on with him.

He bid farewell to those oddly colored digimon and wondered if he should go outside this day, maybe he could find something good and even save another strayed digimon. As long he found fog-filled areas before a human tamer did, he knew he had a chance of saving whoever was brought along the fog, after all it was by now common knowledge that a fog mysteriously appeared everytime a new digimon was brought to the human world.

[Khrystalline Stone]

Monodramon did his best to ignore the audible retching sounds in the washroom as the Renamon vomited up the amount of drink she hadn't already digested. He only spared a glance at the glass he had left abandoned. Only a third of it had been emptied, and he'd never imagine drinking more than what little he did, not could he imagine why others would subject themselves to the damage done by drinking so much. They lost control of themselves, acted like idiots, and woke up with a splitting headache.

Monodramon returned his attention to Renamon as she exited the bathroom. She looked as beat up as ever, but she wasn't quite as wobbly as she had been. He simply shrugged when Renamon noted that he had received more than she had asked. Too much was better than too little, and once should hardly complain. He chuckled a bit at her joke, then proceeded to lead her out. He paused only momentarily as Renamon stopped to leave some words with the Wizardmon, and only spared a glance and a thankful blink toward the digimon, before he left the bar alongside Renamon.