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Sparkling carefully moved out of the bed, trying to ignore the pounding headache he was feeling. He put on his pants and shirt, not bothering to tuck it in, checking for his phone and suspenders, and exiting the bedroom. Careful not to wake the stranger.
Should I leave a note? He paused, looking around. His eyes landed on a notepad sitting on the coffee table. Grabbing a pencil near it, he began scribbling down that he had left, and if they found anything, they could keep it.
He grabbed his shoes, quickly unlocking the door and heading out.
Fuck
He didn't have a car; he couldn't get home. He sat down defeated on the step, pushing his hair from his face thinking about what he could do.
Who would be awake at this time?
He sat there for a moment. Herb and Cheesecake would be asleep. Vampire was probably drunk, and Mint doesn't answer his phone-
"Almond," He whispered. He stood up, walking down the street to the nearest sign he could find. He pulled out his phone, Almond's name being the first one in his contacts, clicking call and waiting for the ringing to end.
"Please pick up, please."
"This is Detective Almond speaking." Sparkling sighed in relief, laughing a bit.
"Hey Almond, it's Sparkling, I-" Sparkling looked back at the street sign. "Can you come to get me?"
"What?" Sparkling could hear rustling papers and the wheels of a chair sliding across the floor on the other line. he looked down, pushing his hair back, catching his breath.
"I got drunk, I left with someone that I didn't know, I don't have a car, and you're the only person that I trust to come to get me. Please." He waited for a moment, the line going quiet, hearing a tired sigh, a small smile appearing on Sparkling's face.
"Where are you?"
"23rd and Guava st." Sparkling heard the sound of a rustling coat, hearing a groan on the other line.
"That's 40 minutes away," Almond replied. "Stay on the phone with me." Sparkling could hear the sound of doors opening and closing, and after a minute, the sound of Almond's car door opening and shutting.
"Okay," Sparkling muttered, leaning against the light post, listening to the sound of Almond's car engine, and the faint radio playing in the back.
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Sparkling stirred to the sound of a car door shutting. He opened his eyes, trying to remember where he was, looking up to see a blurry figure walk over, bending down and picking him up.
"Dad?" Sparkling whispered, his head pounding, burying his face closer to Almond's chest, groaning at the pain.
"Yeah, Sparkling, I'm here," Almond grunted, opening the passenger door with his foot, setting Sparkling down, reaching over, buckling him up. Sparkling could see him through the windshield, picking up his shoes, suspenders, and phone, watching him walk back, opening the car door and turning on the engine.
"Let's get you home." Sparkling slipped in and out of consciousness, listening to the distant music on the radio. He slumped over, pressing his head against the cold window, feeling himself drift off.
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Sparkling opened his eyes, catching the cup of water and Advil pills sitting on the nightstand. He leaned over, swallowing the pills and jugging down the water, finally waking up to look at his surroundings. He recognized this room; it was Almonds guest room. He sat up, holding his head in his hands at the hangover, slowly making his way out of bed and into the hallway. He peeked around the corner, seeing Almond sitting at the table, reading the paper and sipping coffee.
"Almond." Almond looked up to see him walking over, nodding to the seat in front of him. Sparkling sat down, taking another drink of water.
"Thank you." He whispered, looking at him. Almond smiled, standing up and walking to the kitchen, coming back a minute later with a plate of eggs and toast.
"Anytime, son."