I'll Never Hear the End of This

Brooklyn woke with the sort of headache one can only get from too much alcohol. For a gargoyle, this could only mean that he had gotten truly, roaringly drunk the night before, as stone sleep normally detoxified most of the substance from the body.

The Phoenix had dropped him in Ishimura about a month earlier, and, though cultural misunderstanding had been something of a problem, he had become pretty friendly with the clan there. Friendly enough that, when there had been a local festival the night before, he had been invited to go drinking with some of the others his age.

"Damn, that stuff must have been stronger than I thought," he muttered, holding his head.

He heard a chuckle next to him. "We told you sake was stronger than you were probably used to." Brooklyn looked up to see Rin, a bulky, green male that had been a member of the drinking party.

"And then dared me to down five shots of it. Please tell me I didn't make a complete idiot of myself."

"Well, after the five you said a number a complimentary things about the clan's females, nothing they wouldn't forgive a male holding a sake cup saying."

"I seem to remember Katana slapping me."

"Yes, but that's Katana. After a few more, you began to detail the woes of your past romantic life."

"Oh, please no."

"Yes," replied Rin with a bit too much enjoyment in his voice. "You started with tales of some of your rookery sisters, which led to a brief description of the Wyvern Massacre and several more shots. You then talked about Maggie, who pregnant with Talon's child when you left, Angela, who chose your rookery bother Broadway, and Delilah, who had chosen Malibu before you really had a chance. Considering how drunk you were at that point, you did an admirable job explaining what the words 'mutate' and 'clone' meant. I think we all got the basic idea."

Brooklyn groaned, wishing the Phoenix would just show up then so he wouldn't have to face the members of the Ishimura Clan ever again, at least the ones from that time period.

"There was a general impression that you were heading into your romantic adventures since you had been Timedancing, but that was when you passed out."

Just then a blue, beaked female walked up to the two, holding a cup. "Good evening Rin-kun, Brooklyn-san."

"'Lo, Katana-san," replied Brooklyn, who had painfully learned some time ago that, in her eyes at least, he had not earned to right to drop that honorific (around the same time he learned what the honorific was).

She thrust the cup into his hands. "This is the clan's hangover remedy. After your performance last night, I am sure you need it."

She walked away before he could reply. He looked at Rin. "Do you think she's warming up to me?"

"Maybe. I would drink it though. It really does work."

Brooklyn downed the liquid and coughed, "Jalapena! It tastes awful."

Author's notes: I made the amount of sake on a large side, since I figured gargoyle body chemistry could take more than a human's could. From what I understand of sake, daring someone to do five shots at once is a very bad idea.

I got Rin's name from a Japanese word for 'grove'. Mainly because it was the first Japanese word that came to mind that had not already been used as a name on the show.

This is a first Gargoyle's fic ever, or indeed any fic for some time, so please review.