Today hadn't been the best of days, but it definitely hadn't been the worst. It might have been one of them, had she not given in and opened a bottle she hadn't bothered to identify beyond its 80-proof. It was red though, in a brown sort of way. And it tasted like some sort of static-charged peach gone slightly bad... Or at least, it had when she'd still been able to taste things properly.
No, she wasn't so far gone. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth, but she could still speak--she'd made sure of that, trying her best to sound professional and obedient to an invisible captain, as if somehow he'd make a house-call for the first time since she'd rejoined the Guardian Corps and catch her half-drunk on a bottle of-... That was terrible. Even if he did show up, and even if she talked her way out of looking too bad, she wouldn't even be able to identify the liquid that had put her in that state
( ... )
It really was looking as though Lightning had been... celebrating, when she opened the door, and her glass was the second thing he noticed, after the hint of alcohol in her breath. He shot her a curious glance, trying to decide whether or not she was drunk; well, she was definitely tipsy, but apparently not enough to forget who he was
( ... )
She regretted that damned bottle already. It's presence was the reason he saw fit to barge in, it seemed, and the fact that she'd already had some was to blame for what a loss she was at for quite how to react.
"I never said you could come in," she warned, trying her best to sound like she meant it, to sound like she'd sounded three-fourths of a year ago when 'go away' actually meant something. But she found herself shutting the door almost absently and following him a couple of steps toward the table and the substance in question. The vile, vile liquid that stole her resolve and replaced it with the sort of good she couldn't stand feeling in his company. And by 'couldn't stand', I mean relatively, since any sort of strong distaste right now was a little bit difficult
( ... )
That unexpectedly made him laugh, and he chuckled as he walked toward the bottle she was offering, or rather, didn't bother hiding; he really was there, and so was she, and the fact that he hadn't been punched yet made him realize that she wasn't pushing him away nor driving him out of her house forcefully. Instead she just followed, and he definitely blamed it on the alcohol in her blood, but part of him also wanted it to be because, well... because she didn't mind his presence all that much.
Why do you even ask, Snow? You do whatever the hell you want either way.He shrugged at that and proceeded to down the strong liquid in the glass; it didn't particularly taste good, but it would do the job. It wasn't fair if he was sober, and she wasn't. If he wanted this meeting to be nice, he figured it'd be better for them both to be on the same level
( ... )
'It's your birthday. You shouldn't be spending it home alone.'
"You're right. I shouldn't." But the way her brows furrowed and her gaze dropped to the ground probably told him she meant something a little less lighthearted than he had. One of the few things that could get her down at a time like this. And, coincidentally, the reason she'd pulled out the alcohol to begin with. She shouldn't be home alone, he was right. Serah should be there with her. And there wasn't enough intoxication in the world to make her forget that... Hell, with Snow here, she wouldn't even get to try. Because to hell was she going to compromise her logic even more with him around. That just... wasn't how she worked.
'You hungry? It's on me.' Forcing herself to float back up into her zen-state, she managed not to look too disinterested.
"Might as well. You owe me." And she nodded to the bottle he'd claimed. Well, the bottle she'd offered, but those were just technicalities, anyway.
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No, she wasn't so far gone. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth, but she could still speak--she'd made sure of that, trying her best to sound professional and obedient to an invisible captain, as if somehow he'd make a house-call for the first time since she'd rejoined the Guardian Corps and catch her half-drunk on a bottle of-... That was terrible. Even if he did show up, and even if she talked her way out of looking too bad, she wouldn't even be able to identify the liquid that had put her in that state ( ... )
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"I never said you could come in," she warned, trying her best to sound like she meant it, to sound like she'd sounded three-fourths of a year ago when 'go away' actually meant something. But she found herself shutting the door almost absently and following him a couple of steps toward the table and the substance in question. The vile, vile liquid that stole her resolve and replaced it with the sort of good she couldn't stand feeling in his company. And by 'couldn't stand', I mean relatively, since any sort of strong distaste right now was a little bit difficult ( ... )
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That unexpectedly made him laugh, and he chuckled as he walked toward the bottle she was offering, or rather, didn't bother hiding; he really was there, and so was she, and the fact that he hadn't been punched yet made him realize that she wasn't pushing him away nor driving him out of her house forcefully. Instead she just followed, and he definitely blamed it on the alcohol in her blood, but part of him also wanted it to be because, well... because she didn't mind his presence all that much.
Why do you even ask, Snow? You do whatever the hell you want either way.He shrugged at that and proceeded to down the strong liquid in the glass; it didn't particularly taste good, but it would do the job. It wasn't fair if he was sober, and she wasn't. If he wanted this meeting to be nice, he figured it'd be better for them both to be on the same level ( ... )
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'It's your birthday. You shouldn't be spending it home alone.'
"You're right. I shouldn't." But the way her brows furrowed and her gaze dropped to the ground probably told him she meant something a little less lighthearted than he had. One of the few things that could get her down at a time like this. And, coincidentally, the reason she'd pulled out the alcohol to begin with. She shouldn't be home alone, he was right. Serah should be there with her. And there wasn't enough intoxication in the world to make her forget that... Hell, with Snow here, she wouldn't even get to try. Because to hell was she going to compromise her logic even more with him around. That just... wasn't how she worked.
'You hungry? It's on me.' Forcing herself to float back up into her zen-state, she managed not to look too disinterested.
"Might as well. You owe me." And she nodded to the bottle he'd claimed. Well, the bottle she'd offered, but those were just technicalities, anyway.
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