Something More?

I woke up in a soft fluffy cloud. Crap, I'm dead. Wait, if I'm dead why do I feel like I'm gonna puke? I forced my eyes open to see that I wasn't actually in a cloud, no I was in an unfamiliar apartment on a soft couch with a fluffy blanket wrapped around my shoulders. I saw a glass of water in front of me on a table, but first I need to find a bathroom. I stumbled out of the bed to see that my shoes and jacket were missing and that without the blankets it was surprisingly cool in here. I looked around and saw what appeared to be a bathroom next to what I assumed to be the entrance. My head was killing me and I could barely walk in a straight line. Once I had emptied the contents of my stomach, which was not a pleasant event, I headed back out to try and figure out where I was. When I opened the door I saw a groggy Ai staring absentmindedly at the door. When she saw me she instantly perked up, shaking my hand and babbling about being quiet and something about sleeping dragons.
I raised a hand to pause her speech. "Ai, what happened?"
"Oh, well you went on a date with Celestia and got upset when she talked about her plans for the future because you saw that she was giving up on her dreams of freely traveling the world which led to you getting totally wasted to the point that Celes couldn't get you to tell her your home address so she brought you back here instead of prying into your personal life to figure things out on her own." Does this girl ever breath? "It was actually really cute, she insisted on making you comfortable before going to bed. She likes you, most people she would just leave on the curb outside the bar. So Mr. Biersack, what do you intend to do with my dear friend?"
"First wake her up to thank her, then figure out a way to fix her."
"That's all well and good but waking her up is equivalent to taking your life into your own hands. Didn't you hear anything I said about how waking the sleeping dragon gets one burned? Trust me, you don't want to wake that girl up."
"Ok, do you have any painkillers? This headache is killing me."
"Scale of one to ten, one needing no painkillers and ten needing morphine, how bad is it?"
"6ish, whatever's in that zombie drink is not shit to be messed with."
Ai led me to a small kitchen and grabbed a pill bottle from above the microwave, handing me two white pills before putting the bottle back. She handed me the glass of water that had been in front of the fridge and started making coffee.
"So how did you know I got upset because she's given up?"
"You're not the only one who understands her. I've been watching her give up on freedom bit by bit for several years, and if you can figure out how to fix her then you would be able to do one of the only things I cannot." I nodded to myself, thinking the options over in my mind.
My thoughts were disturbed by low groan that sounded like it had come from a zombie straight out of the Walking Dead. I turned and saw a very sluggish Celestia stumbling over to the coffee maker. I glanced at Ai who shrugged as if this were the norm for her.
"I thought I was supposed to be the hung over one."
"Shut it smart ass." Woah, I guess Ai wasn't kidding about getting burned. "So Mr. Rockstar, you going to listen to me next time I tell you to stop drinking?" I sighed and nodded at the girl. Though my headache had gotten significantly better thanks to whatever Ai had given me.
"I should get going, the guys probably think I'm dead by now." I grabbed my jacket and threw on my boots.
"Good luck with that, your cars back at the club." Celestia mumbled from behind her mug of coffee.
"I'll call a cab, thanks for letting me stay the night. I'll see you later." I winked at the girls and headed out.
I have matters to discuss with the band and our touring manager.

Notes

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