And so.
That evening Sputnik rolled out to the city at night.
The city of Riafiat was originally developed as an accommodation town. The more people sleep in, the liquor store and then, the flower district. So the city of Riafiat used to have places like Yukou, but now it's the old one. They say most stores have stopped doing so in modern times.
However, still, the one about where you can drink and play does remain. Kids like Krew don't lean in, but Sputnik, of course, knew.
There is an array of taverns in the east of Liafiat City that are open only from night to morning. Sputnik stepped into one of them.
Voices and laughs that can be played, different from the brightness and liveliness of the coffee shop Fine's night business. Sitting on a soft couch, one seat passed by a male clerk, two women arrived shortly. Sitting on both sides of Sputnik, each tangled in his arms.
"Ya, Isabella, Daisy. Long time no see."
"It's really been a long time!
"You're not quite there, so I thought you'd forgotten."
I know it's a sales complaint, but it's quite enough for a man to be compelled by his dressed beautiful daughter and be sweet and uncomfortable with being "lonely". When I mouthed Isabella's hair, Daisy smiled and said, "sloppy, me too! ♪ And I've got cancer. ♪ It is a very good sight.
Gently mouth Daisy's hair as well, then ask for proper food and alcohol. I asked both of them to do whatever they wanted because they were twisted.
Cheers lightly, talking is about no other love. To the laughing voices of the women, with slippery sweet words back - even so, I think again that I am that kind of person. I am not the kind of person who gives a sperm to raising a child or delays things by referring to a parent who is going away alone for the first time. I don't even care which neighborhood I'm in right now, or if the journey is going well, or if I'll be sleeping in the inn by now, or if I'm lonely and crying, or if it's not hard or inconvenient, or if it's not inconvenient, or if I should have followed you secretly, or if I should have thought about it, or if I should have followed you in secret, or if I was in traffic that I didn't seem to catch a train tomorrow but I didn't have a train when I was traveling with you two. Say no.
Mm-hmm. And I nodded one and drank it up, and asked for a replacement glass. I don't know how many glasses I have, I'm not counting. Responding to Sputnik's request, Isabella takes a seat and makes a split of water on the table.
Her hands were good. While I'm talking to Daisy for a bit, I can get a splash of water up.
"Thank you for waiting"
"Thanks"
- "The thing," I was wondering.
With colored nails, the water split offered. It was when I received it.
"Hmm?"
"Mr. Sputnik, what's wrong?
"Do you smell anything?
Whiskey watering. This wasn't my first time and I've already emptied the glass a few times, but I received it and it smelled like something was left in my nostrils, unlike anything I've ever seen before. - I felt like that.
Has the drunkenness come around? I see Isabella, the person who made the water split, but she leans her neck strangely.
"My perfume, perhaps. I just bought it yesterday. What, did you hate it, Mr. Sputnik?
Isabella, who placed a coaster on the table and lowered her glass, offers her own wrist to Sputnik - and sees how it works, she got a sense of prank.
"Which"
"Geez."
Pull Isabelle's wrist, hold her in a broken position all the time, her nose on the neck muscle peeking from her hair and then her lips as well. You're right, it smelled good like flowers. Though the soft feel that jumped into my chest was more impressive for Sputnik than that.
When I let her go, she was frowning like angry - naturally, because she was struck by surprise - but Sputnik doesn't apologize. I laughed and said "treat".
"No more. Hey, don't do this."
"Evil, evil.... but it doesn't smell like perfume."
But the truth is, I wasn't sure anymore. I want to retreat from the protective thinking that comes to mind as soon as I get a little distracted, and I also feel like I've raised the pace of drinking too much. Tomorrow I'm going to be hungover, but regret hasn't yet arisen.
"Mr. Sputnik, are you okay? Alcohol, do you want to stop?
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll drink."
Daisy's dramatic uplift, but it would also be obsolete for a man to say "can't drink" here. Take your back off the back of the couch and grab the glass. It seemed like they had something to look at, but I didn't care and drank it all at once - but it wasn't good.
The change came at that moment.
"Huh -?"
abruptly.
The store leaned.
The only thing I could do to Sputnik, which eliminated the sense of parallelism and made it impossible to sit on the couch, was just make a dumb voice. I manage to stay on the spot but end up wasting my efforts. My vision turned around and my body moved away from the couch easily.
Eventually I felt a tingle on my cheek and the inclination of the store stopped.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Sputnik"
- What happened?
The voices you hear are strangely far away, and somehow your whole body is on the wall - no. The floor. Sputnik was rolling on the floor. Your body is heavy and doesn't lift. I can't move. I can't force myself. At the same time, I feel vomiting like my stomach has been turned upside down. And I realize.
It wasn't the store that leaned, it wasn't the floor. Sputnik's own body. However, I am not drinking as much as I am intoxicated - then the cause is determined.
It's not booze. I was drugged.
To whom?
"... bastard"
Thoughts seem dull, too. There's no way anyone else is here.
Right in front of you, pin heel. Moving her eyeballs up, she laughed across her stockings wrapped knees as the woman's face distorted her poisonous red lips.
Next to Sputnik, Isabella sits with a broken knee.
"This... of, Ama..."
Poison.
A stretched nail stabbed Sputnik in the cheek.
"Ugh, I'm glad you drank"
"Don't resent me, Mr. Sputnik."
It was Daisy who laughed prankily from behind Isabella and said:
Take their gaze on the floor. A woman's gaze - it's not bad to be looked up to be sweet, but being looked down to be flattering doesn't make me like it, even if I'm wrong.
Are you going to nominate these guys again? I manage to squeeze out words while Lu Root doesn't turn.
"What's the purpose?"
"I was asked to work part-time in your shop. If Mr. Sputnik comes, he says," I want you to fit him in moderately painful eyes. "
"I got a lot of pennies, too," said Daisy's valve.
Isabella's hand is stretched out toward Sputnik's face. He tries to escape by turning his back, but it doesn't seem to have been a more harmful act originally. I just shook something like a little bottle in my ear. Inside, there's a slight noise of pizza - a medicine holder. "Don't worry, it's not life-threatening," Daisy laughs.
But right now, Sputnik is not the content or ingredient that bothers me the most.
Did she just say 'by whom'?
"Temporary... employment...?
Doesn't sound familiar, frowns. I don't remember hiring anything like that.
But I couldn't pursue them. Well, it seems these women weren't the only people the 'self-proclaimed part-timers' asked to work for. Someone grabs me by the collar, lifts me up as if I were luggage or something, and realizes that there are more than one leg surrounding me, besides them.
in a lost world of equilibrium, irritated by floating and vomiting,
"Excuse me, sir. Trouble outside."
I heard a man in my ear.
- I don't remember anything from there.