Off the World

"Darude, Sandstorm!" Mercy shouted.

She lifted her head up. "Sssome people say that the internet ruined that ssong but... it wassalready pretty ruined." Her head flopped back onto her bed. "But now... I really wanna lissten to it..."

Mercy rolled onto her stomach and finally reached out for her ipod and began to mess with the earbuds. She pushed herself onto her knees, sticking her butt in the air and wiggling it at Clyde. She turned her head and a sheepish grin and glassy stare poked through her mess of pink hair.

"Ehehh... do it, Clyde. Me, not it.. Do me while I listen to Darude..."

"...Beg pardon?" Clyde asked, wide eyed with confusion until he realized it was some song. He then furrowed his brow, realizing he could pour his heart out right here and it would fly right over Drunk Mercy's head.

Drunk or not, Mercy was still hot as hell. Tight ass in the air, shaking at him while she gave an enticing grin from her hot mess of pink, asking for him to give her what she wanted.

He bit his lip and looked at her slyly, knowing he could tear that ass up...

"Brrrrhh!" He blew a huff of air through his lips and shook his head to regain Focus! "You're gonna have one helluva hangover I bet! I'll bring ya some coffee tomorrow!" He said before giving a firm swat to her panty clad butt, bending over to give her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning around, fixing his tie and leaving the bedroom.

"Gnite, darlin!" He beamed, trying to lock the door for her and gently shut it behind it so he could whisk away into the night.

Mercy was already out by the time had left her room, softly snoring into her bed as a saliva started to drip from her mouth.

In the morning, she woke up to the hateful rays of the sun peering into her room. They shone on her eyes and forced them open only to make her shut them tighter. "Ughhh... crap.." She moaned. Her head was pounding and as she slowly rose she narrowed her eyes and padded her hand towards her ipod. When it flashed on, it was desperately low on batteries and seemed to be stuck on one track.

"Why the ffuck am I listening to Darude..." She slurred in an annoyed voice and drug her arm across her lips to wipe off the drool. She tore off her headphones and slumped over to her charger, plugging in her ipod and fishing her phone.

"Geeze.. it's too early..." She whined and shuffled to the kitchen where she began making some coffee. Once she had a cup and brushed her teeth, she flopped on the couch and tried to recall the past events. They were sort of fuzzy. Still, she had a feeling that she couldn't really deny...

Eventually she fell asleep again and when she woke up, she was feeling a bit better. She checked her phone. it was still morning, but not the crack of dawn. She thumbed through it and then found herself looking at the contacts. She flipped through the list of names and stopped when she saw Clyde's.

"Dammit..." She muttered and thumbed out a text:

Mercy wrote:Uhhh... this is going 2 sound weird but did we see each other last nite?

Clyde didn't find a place to crash right away. For all his country demeanor, he loved the neon soaked cities of Japan and took his time sight seeing around Tokyo, mulling over his situation with Mercy and what he should do. The things he should say. It got late eventually and he  refrained from taking a train back to Kyoto, deciding to crash at Bonnie & Duffy's on the couch. Slapping on a pair of extra clothes he had stashed there before going to sleep.

Morning came and he was out of the apartment as quick as he came in and headed for a coffee shop, while waiting in line, he got his text and smiled.

Clyde wrote:ya. im getting cofee 4 u

Hope she liked it black.

Mercy furrowed her brow at the reply.

Mercy wrote:Where am I supposed 2 drink this coffee at Clyde?

Mercy wrote:I'm not even dressed.

She didn't really like the idea of Clyde deciding what she was going to do. And she really didn't like the idea of him responding the way he did in general. Sh just wished she could remember what happened... Things were still a bit fuzzy.

"in the lobby or your place if you want. you were super drunk last night so I took you home after you showed me the way."

Mercy's eyes widened and she shot up when Clyde replied.

She instantly fumbled with her phone and hit the dial button as she marched to her bathroom to try and freshen up as best as she could. She would have to get a shirt eventually. And pants.

She didn't wait for Clyde to say hello. "No, Clyde! See, that's exactly why I did NOT want you to know where I lived! Because then you would feel like you're entitled to come here whenever you wanted! Maybe, MAYBE you were when we were dating, but we're not now, so you're not... I don't even have p- I'm not even... I NEED TIME!" She blurted out while she hastily grabbed her deodorant stick and began scrubbing it on her armpits.

"H-How were you even where I was?!?" She blurted out after a second. She threw down the deodorant and began to quickly fumble with her make up.

Mercy was calling now. "Hel-" He got cut off by Mercy's sudden interjection and pulled his head away before having to listen to her rant over the phone about... something she wished she had told him when they were dating.

"Pants. Yeah I know. Or a bra." He finished her sentence for her before he got her question that made his eyes widen.

"Uhh... Well..." Keiko didnt need to be mentioned. "I've been gettin' into trance lately! G-Gotta love that Peet-B!" He exclaimed with a smile before it suddenly drooped.

"Well ya know. I ain't gotta come over if ya don't want. Last night you got pretty hammered and I just thought I'd bring ya some coffee." Pretty hammered was an understatement.

Mercy frowned as Clyde explained himself and rushed over to her room and pulled open her dresser, pulling out the first shirt she could and slipping it over her head. She didn't need a bra, yet, and Clyde had seen her naked before. Last night, apparently. Mercy's mind started to race, wondering if they did anything but Clyde hadn't woken up with her and she didn't FEEL like she had had sex. As she began to sigh in relief she realized, she had gone silent.

"Uhhh, it's ok! Um, yeah, I guess if you're in the building." She said. "Just, um, thanks, I guess!" She huffed. "Just come up. I'll buzz you in in a sec." Mercy said and hung up.

She then sighed heavily and let her arms dangle at her side as her head drooped. She finished getting dressed, putting on her make up and then slipped over to the com and buzzed Clyde in and unlocked the door.

Clyde was a bit nervous when Mercy went quiet, honestly worried that he might have said the wrong thing. He certiantly didn't Mercy to never want to see or speak with him. He was starting to realize how wierd this way, even when he knew he and Heather was done, he was never this hung up on an Ex. Not in this way.

But his eyes perked up when Mercy said he could come over and that she would buzz him in. Clyde wasted no time, grabbing the coffee hurrying across the street to the apartment complex, waiting by the door before getting buzzed in, getting into the elevator, heading up to floor six and going to room, six forty eight.

He sighed big time. Nervous as hell still, butterflies in his stomach. He wanted to slick his hair back but he was holding coffee. All he could do was gently knock on the door with the tips of his knuckles before slowly turning the knob to get in.

"...Hey... It's me. I-I'm uh... Comin' in...!"

Why was he so nervous about a talking with a girl he had already been in a relationship with? This should come natural to him.