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Asami’s body tenses and jolts awake. She is sitting in her office chair and her phone is going off in the corner of her desk, causing the entire table to vibrate loudly. She turns the phone over, the glow from the screen illuminates the room. 'Opal Beifong' reads across the screen.
Opal, her roommate, has been trying to get Asami to go out more and enjoy herself a little. Today had been no different, but like usual she turned her down for tonight's “adventure on the town”. Unlike most times though Asami actually had a decent reason for skipping out. She’s been working on a number of designs that need to be shown to her investors at the start of the new week.
The sun has gone down, it seems she’s spending most of the time she has left for the designs sleeping. She answers the phone in a groggy voice, “hey Opal what’s up?”
“Hey girl! Oh god what is up with your voice!” Opal laughs a little, “you sound like a man.” She continues to laugh at Asami’s voice.
Asami tries to clear her voice before she replies, “ha ha very funny, I can’t help it I just woke up.” Oops, Asami knows she just made a mistake. She couldn’t help be defensive, but now Opal will think she skipped out on her to sleep.
“You told me you had to work!” Asami could hear a little bit of hurt in Opal’s voice.
“I was working, I promise.” Asami tries to get out quickly before she continues more slowly, “I just accidentally fell asleep, seriously I’m still at my office.”
“Hey well since you haven’t gone home yet—” Opal says sheepishly and Asami already knows what she is going to ask.
“I’ll come get you. Where you at?” Asami spoke with a little annoyance in her voice, she knows Opal has had too much to drink to drive herself home.
“Thank you, thank you, thank YOU! I love you!” Opal blurted out.
“Yeah yeah, now where are you?”
“Umm I’m not really sure anymore,” Opal does an awkward laugh.
“Just try not to lose your phone, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Okay, thanks again!”
“No problem, see you soon.” Asami pulls the phone from her ear and ends the call. She then opens her find my friend app, so she can fin Opal. Asami groans when she sees that Opal is over thirty minutes away.
Asami grabs her keys from one of the drawers in the desk. As she looks at the keys she remembers she drove her motorcycle to the office today. Opal is not going to like this, but she doesn’t have another option. Asami grabs her bag and stuffs it with the designs she has been working on (or sleeping on), she also grabs her helmet off the hook by the door. She makes her was out of the building and towards the garage. When she finally reaches her parking spot she lays her eyes on the beautiful bike in front of her, a Triumph Thruxton. It is a wonderful copy of a 1960’s classic. Before she jumped on the bike she looked at Opals location one more time to make sure she knew how to get to her.
Asami is making really good time, there isn’t a lot of traffic at this time of night. She reaches her intended destination in a little under 25 minutes. She quickly searches for a parking spot and pulls into a parallel spot on the side of the road. As the hum of the motorcycle comes to a slow stop Asami lowers the kickstand and slides off the bike.
Pulling her phone out from her left jacket pocket Asami searches for Opal’s name in her phone. She brings the phone to her ears and she can hear the ring on the other side. The phone rings long enough for Asami to think Opal won’t pick up and frustrations starts to show on her face. “Come on Opal. Pick up,” she mumbles quietly. Another half a ring gets out until Asami hears Opals voice answer on the other end. “Hey girl! What’s up? Why are you calling?” Opal says enthusiastically.
“Um…you don’t remember? You called me asking for a ride home,” Asami speaks in a flat tone.
“Oh! Yeah yeah.”
“… Well do you still need a ride? ‘Cause I’m already here.”
“Yes! Please. Where are you?”
“I’m in front of that little bar you made me go to a couple of weeks ago,” Asami can tell Opal doesn’t really remember the bar she is talking about. “You know the one with the puke green walls.”
Opal realizes the place she is trying to describe, “Okay, yeah I’m pretty close—“
“I Know Op that’s why I’m here,” Asami interjects.
“I should be there in a couple of minutes then.”
“Okay well I’ll still be here, waiting.”
Asami hangs up the phone and walks over to the bench that is outside the front door of the bar. She begins to people watch, mostly the drunk people coming out of the bar. 'This city has some strange people in it', She thinks to herself.
A few minutes pass and a hand starts to wave in front of Asami’s face. She blinks rapidly a few times and shakes her head slightly. Opal is standing right in front of her.
“Hey Op. You ready to go?” Asami quickly asks while standing up from the bench.
“Yeah, I guess, as long as you are. What’s gotcha so out of it?”
“Hm, nothing—I just zoned out for a bit.”
“M’kay, if you say so.”
“Come on Opal, let’s go.” Asami walks past Opal and starts walking back to her motorcycle. She turns her head a little to make sure Opal is following her. Opal takes a shaky step forward and catches up to Asami in a couple of steps. They walk together for a few meters until Asami’s motorcycle comes into view. Opal stops suddenly. “Oh no, no no no! I am not getting on that thing,” She points at the bike in front of her.
Asami turns her head and gives Opal a pleading look, “You were the one who asked to be picked up, and I wasn’t going to go all the way home to take my car instead.”
“Seriously I would rather walk home!” Opal starts to flash her puppy-dog-eyes hoping it will help make her case.
“Well what do you want me to do? I’m already here. You have two choices; you can either come with me now or get a cab or something.” Opal can’t hear the exasperation in her voice.
“Oh! What a good idea Asami! Let’s do that Uber thing,” Opal is way too excited then she should be to ride in an Uber car.
“Let’s?” Asami raises an eyebrow, “I rode my bike here. I have to ride it back.”
“Asami, please. You didn’t hang out with me tonight, the least you could do is hang out with me on the way back home. Plus it’ll be more fun,” Opal again flashes her puppy-dog-eyes.
Asami keeps a serious face on, trying not to back down, but she soon starts to feel guilty. “Okay! Fine, but you totally owe me,” she points at Opal.
“Yay! Thank you,” She wraps her arms around Asami hugging her.
***
It takes no more than 10 minutes for the Uber car to find them. When Asami opens the door she sees the male driver and her nose is quickly burned with the smell of Axe body spray. On the ride to the apartment Opal can hardly stop talking, but Asami doesn’t mind she is too tired to be engaged in conversation. They are both happy when the car starts to come to a stop in front of a large complex. 'Finally, now I just have to get this girl to the apartment', Asami thinks. Opal takes her time getting out of the car and Asami makes sure to thank the driver with a tip.
Together they walk towards the building. Asami uses her key to get past a large metal gate and makes her way towards the lobby looking back every once in awhile to make sure Opal is still falling her. The ride in the elevator is mostly uneventful, only Opal decides she would rather sit halfway through. Asami spend the rest of the ride up trying to pull Opal off the floor. When she is able to drag Opal up and out they head down a long hallway, this time Opal walks next to Asami, slightly leaning against her. When they reach their door Asami lets out a sigh of relief and put her key into the lock. Giving the door a slight push, it opens into a dark room.
After making her way to the kitchen and turning on all the lights she pours Opal a glass (plastic cup, otherwise she is going to be cleaning glass shards off the floor all night) of water. As she turns around she finds her friend passed out on the couch. She decides it’s best (and easiest) not to wake the young girl up, she places the cup on the coffee table along with some Advil. Asami lets out a sigh of relief. At last she can go to bed.
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Rolling over in bed Asami opens one eye slowly and looks at the clock on the nightstand. The blue light shines 5:00 am, both eyes now open. Why the fuck can’t I ever sleep in. Now that she has committed to opening her eyes she knows she won’t be able to get any more sleep. She slips out of bed almost missing her feet, but quickly catches herself.
After her morning pee she slowly heads to the kitchen for some food, but not before glancing over to the couch in the living room to make sure Opal is still alive. She moves to fill the kettle with water and sets it on the stove to heat up. Looking through the fridge—there’s nothing. There’s absolutely nothing. Asami groans, she heads over to grab her favorite mug and rips open a fresh tea bag. Growing impatient, she decides against waiting for the kettle to whistle. Quickly she adds the water to her mug with some cream and sugar, mixing it all together. When the liquid reaches her mouth contentment takes over and she gives a small moan.
Hunger soon takes over and it's all Asami can think about. She grabs her car keys off the hook by the door, quickly noticing a set of keys missing. Shit, why did I let Opal talk me into leaving my motorcycle. Opal is still passed out on the couch, the cup of water still untouched. Asami’s stomach grumbles, “Ugh”. I can’t just wait here until she wakes up.
Pulling her phone out and unlocking it, the screen automatically opens up the the Uber application. 'Well I guess my phone, made the decision for me.'
***
Waiting on the curb in front of the apartment building Asami sees a car roll up, hoping that it’s the Uber car. She gets a call from an unknown number on her phone soon after. Quickly establishing that the car she saw was indeed the Uber car, she opens the backseat door. Asami is surprised to find someone already sitting in the back.