Re: Rinoa and OPEN - 10:45ish
Squall nodded. "I remember." There had been one time when Rinoa made friends with a bottle of wine - or was it vodka? - and Squall had to help her in more than one way. She was an absolutely adorable drunk and Squall was always ok with carrying her back and grabbing her water when she was hungover. Back then life was a bit more simple. He wasn't Commander and she wasn't... no, it was pretty much all him. And then you messed it up.
But water. Water he could do. Knocking down the rest of his drink, Squall looked Rinoa in the eyes. "I'm on it." Then he was off in search for water within the classroom. Easier said than done. And the colorful lights and disco balls weren't exactly helping. Eventually he found a line of bottles, one of which happened to be water. Squall even smelled it to make sure it wasn't vodka in disguise. As he poured a large glass for Rinoa and searched for something to fill his glass, Squall paused a moment. Why are you doing this for her? She's fully capable of getting her own drinks. She doesn't need you to do that for her. Casting his gaze down, Squall found himself answering his own questions. ...but for some reason, I want to do this for her. I owe her that much.
Squall settled for a glass of vodka and soda, stirring it up with a plastic spoon before returning to Rinoa's side with the water in tow. "One water for the lightweight," he teased gently.