On the way to the next club, Tsuji had Pink pull into a Don Quijote. The girls waited in the van while she went inside.
The bright lights weren't excactly pleasant. Tsuji continued blinking as she walked up an isle of chips. She unsteadily turned into the next row. She looked up and down.
"Here we go"
She pulled the item from the shelf and tucked it under her arm. Petting it a few times before she started walking again.
"You think we should have went with her?" Makoto asked. "It's been a few minutes."
"Nah, she'll be fine" Goto said, looking at her nails.
Makoto loked out the window to see...Mari? It had to be her. The white, headband, goggles (those are the ones from The Peace! aren't they? When did she put them back on?), and hieght. There was no mistaking her. Plus the fact there was another black van right next to her complete with Kaori hanging halfway out the window facing the sky.
"Ah! Mari."
The other girls looked. Just in time to see Mari banging on the sliding glass doors. After a few more punches and a kick, she realized that was the exit, and calmly stumbled over to the entrance, which slid open imediately.
Tsuji was standing in front of the long refrigerated wall in the back of the store. Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were unfocused. She slowly reached for the handle and opened the door. It made a popping sound and cold air slowly came out. She grabbed a gallon of milk. She let the door close itself, as she slowly crouched down and set the milk down on the floor. Then she opened the Nesquik. She put a mouth full of the powder in her mouth. She then took a large sip of milk. Swished it around for a little bit, gargled even. Then swallowed.
Sure, getting a glass and mixing the two, or even pouring it into the milk container would have been the smart thing to do. Hell, just buying chocolate milk would have been the most logical. But logical has no place when you are drunk.
Tsuji repeated this process several times.
Mari was making her way up the isle when she started hearing wierd nosies. She realized it got louder as she moved towards the refrigerated section. When she finally stepped out of the isle she saw Tsuji, head thrown back in the air, gallon of milk in her hand, some box in the other, gargling. When she finally stopped and brought her head back down she saw Mari and nodded.
"You wanted milk too?"
"No, I hate milk. I came to get..." Mari looked away from Tsuji, back at the refrigerators.
"ta da da da!" She opened up the refrigerator and pulled out a pack of Chimichangas.
"Ten....I don't want ten." Mari opened the pack and took out two. She put the rest back into the refrigerator and put the other two in her pocket.
Tsuji was mixing again. She stoped, swallowed, and spoke.
"How are you gonna heat them up?"
"What?"
"They're cold aren't they? How are you gonna warm them up?"
Mari looked around.
"A microwave I guess. I wonder if they have them here."
The two paused.
"Let's go." Mari said.
"Okay."
Tsuji put the cap back on the milk and placed it back in the refrigerator. She left the Nesquik on the ground.
"One sec, I came here for something else."
Tsuji took two cariers and loaded them up with oreo cookies.
When the two made it to the check out line, they stared back at the clerk. Tsuji unloaded all the cookies onto the conveyor belt without breaking eye contact. It was about fifteen units of Oreos.
The Clerk, obviously uncomfortable, tried to make small talk.
"Kana'06? Is that one of those bands kids listen to these days?"
Silence.
He cleared his throat and started to put the cookies in bags.
"I don't want a bag."
"But-"
"I! DON'T! WANT! A! BAG!"
He imediatley put the bag back. The few customers that were still shoping at this time of night looked over to see what the racket was. The girls continued to look back at him, expressionless.
The one that yelled threw some money on the counter and stacked up the Oreos. She pilled them up and left with the other one.
* Nesquik, they don't have it in Japan, but it is this powder. You can get it in chocolate or strawberry and you just add it to white milk and mix it to get it flavored.
*Chimichangas are like deep fried burritos that can have a bunch of different ingredients.
* uh, everyone should be familar with Oreos.
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