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Post by solace on Jul 31, 2010 22:43:54 GMT -5
Outfit: Friends?§¤~~()~~¤§ Solace's lips moved along to what she was reading while walking towards Emma's house. With an angry sigh she ripped the paper in half and dropped the peices on the ground. Solace looked up at the sky furiously, her pace increasing.
"You enjoy this don't you?" she asked. Solace kicked a rock right before knocking at the door. Not only am I working three jobs, I've gotten kicked out of three houses! What's wrong with me? It wasn't that she was angry at the land lord or anything. He had been walking past her door just as she had shifted and she had forgot to close the curtains, that and her payment was overdue by a month.
People had seen way stranger things in the past few years here in New York then they cared to admit. She, however, had missed all the excitement, and for that she was thankfull. What's taking her so long? She thought and pounded on the door again.
"Emma? It's me Solace. Are you there?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jul 31, 2010 22:57:45 GMT -5
Alcohol to body mass ratio:
2 : 1
And she was fucking loving it.
Being able to wipe everything away, being able to forget everything that had just happened was bliss. Not having to dwell on the past. Not having a care in the world. Not wondering about Cian, or the kids, or the afterlives, or anything else but the alcohol. The pure, good, kind alcohol. It was like a generous welcome home.
Having already gone through three shots, two bottles of beer, and two glasses of wine, she was well on her way to becoming completely corrupted by the drug's power. Something made her drop from her little charade, like falling from a dream and waking up with a start. Harsh knocking--smashing--on the front door. "Hold. The fuck on!" she called, taking her feet off the table and stumbling to the entrance. Tipsy, definitely--drunk? Not quite yet.
Swinging open the door, she was so, so very glad that the kids were staying with Colette. A bright, vivid smile came over her face. "Solace! Hello. Come on in, come in." She gestured, taking her hand and leading her inside.
"All right, you thirsty?" She led her to the table which was riddled with bottles and glasses of various kinds. "How are you? What's new?"
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Post by solace on Jul 31, 2010 23:11:16 GMT -5
Outfit: Friends§¤~~()~~¤§ Solace was just about to knock again when the door swung open. Emma swayed slightly there for a second then noticed who it was. Emma smiled and so did Solace.
"Hello Emma. How are you tonight?"
"Solace! Hello. Come on in, come in." Emma stole her hand and led her inside. "All right, you thirsty?" There was a table riddled with various alcohols on it. "How are you? What's new?" Emma asked.
"Holy crap, Emma... I hope you're not mixing. That hang over is gonna be terrible in the morning." One look at Emma's face told her. "Damn... okay I guess you're lucky i'm a bartender. Tell me what's your pleasure?" Sol asked.
She looked around at all the alcohols. I'll have a really simple margarita, I should watch her. Solace sighed. She was underage but was no stranger to alcohol, her father drank all the time. With a shudder Solace jerked that memory away and pulled out a mixer and a blender from the pile of bottles.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Jul 31, 2010 23:19:43 GMT -5
"Hello Emma. How are you tonight?"
"Peachy keen, jellybean!" she replied boisterously, slapping herself back down in the seat and replacing her feet on the table. No need for pleasantries or a sense of politeness--it was a girls' drink night. Nothing had to be "proper" tonight. With everything she'd been going through, she was entitled to forget everything for one night. Losing Cian... Oh, fuck, he was dead...
Coming back to reality for a second and a half, she shook her head fervently to wash it away. "Something heavy," she mumbled, eyeing her capering hands before she folded them on her middle. Then she scoffed when Solace warned her about the hang over. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Barely tipsy. Even if I was mixing--" which she was not about to openly admit-- "my veins are thick enough to handle it."
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Post by solace on Aug 3, 2010 0:42:45 GMT -5
§¤~~()~~¤§ "Well that's a lie if I ever heard one." Solace said. I should know, i've given them enough myself. Solace eyed the drinks. "Let's give you a rum and coke. Might be good for you." Solace mixed Emma's drink deftly then pushed it towards her as she began making her own.
"So what's this lonley party about anyway? Solace looked around the house. For someone who always seemed to be put together, the house was a mess. There were children's toys all over the floor. Blankets were spread on some-what stained couches and bills littered the other table. Solace couldn't picture Emma as she was right now.
She took a big drink of her margarita. This night was going to be different and probably messy. She could already see the puke rain pouring down over her and a teary-eyed Emma. This won't be pretty. She wasn't going to be a fun drunk, that was for sure. "So what is on the agenda for tonight?" |
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Aug 3, 2010 0:52:59 GMT -5
Rum and coke? Appalled by the suggestion, Emma grimaced. "Cough syrup!" she exclaimed jauntily. "You might as well be giving me cough syrup. Rum and coke is disgusting." Even still, she took a hefty mouthful and swung it down. There was nothing she could do but keep pouring it down. Nothing else would ease the pain. Carding a hand through the top of her hair, she leaned back in her seat.
"Lonely party?" she echoed, as if expected a reiteration or some sort of elaboration. "This isn't a lonely party. You're here, I'm here. Nobody's lonely anymore. Who said anyone was lonely?" Smiling kindly, she took another generous drink of the cough syrup-like mixture. "Come on, I'm feeling happy and cuddly for the first time in a long time. Don't mess it up for me." Sending her a pleading look, her smile widened.
Agenda. Agenda. It took her longer than usual to process the word. "Drink, dance, be merry," she answered, finishing the glass Solace had given her. "Come on, I feel like dancing," she added, going on a different path of thought now, standing and holding onto Solace's hands. "We can turn on some stupid song and look like complete idiots with the windows open. New York can stare at us and be jealous."
She fucking needed Cian. |
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