Blondes have more fun

[mochi_hime]

Who: Tsukino Usagi (mochi_hime ) and Alessa Gillespie Heather Mason (hurtandscared )
When: Saturday
Where: Suite 5, then TBD
Summary: Heather teaches Usagi the benefits of blondeness by dying her hair.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Usagi is test!stoned and Heather's, well, Heather.  And probably drunk.

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[hurtandscared]

Heather was more than a little buzzed when she strolled on in, leaning against the wall and taking a swig of bottled vodka. She took a moment to eye Usagi, not as wary as she would be sober.

"At least you're not running around naked, right?"

Usagi was cute. She sort of reminded Heather of how she or some of her friends got when they were partying a little too hard with questionable substances, so Heather was immediately in a position to like her at least a little.

[mochi_hime]

Usagi rolls over to face Heather, waves hello, and laughs. "Right, right. Clothes are much warmer, you know?

You're new, huh? My name is Usagi. Hiiiiiii."

[hurtandscared]

Yep, Usagi was definitely high.

"Hi, Usagi. I'm Heather."

Heather sauntered over to sit above Usagi, nursing her bottle. "You're sure you're not taking anything?"

[mochi_hime]

"Heather? Hee hee hee, that's a pretty name."

Ah, the irony. Though Usagi had been drunk once, thanks to Tsunade offering her cheap cocktails, this constant euphoria was a complete mystery to her. "No, I didn't take anything 'cause I don't steal."

"Hey, I know," Usagi said, poking the vodka bottle to see it splash, "Let's get the chocolate Remus-papa gave me and share it. Then we can talk about boys."

[hurtandscared]

"Yeah, I like it too." Even though she had considered going by her given name, Cheryl, after all this was through. She didn't know what to expect or even if she would manage to kill Claudia: she just knew that she was going to find her way to her so-called 'friend' and finish things one way or another, facility or no facility.

"No, I didn't mean... never mind. Good for you. That you don't steal, I mean." Poor ditzy girl. Maybe someone gave her brownies? "I'd like chocolate."

At the mention of boys, a small wry smile came to her face, flickers of a life that felt so far away now coming back. She used to do that all the time with her friends. And by 'used to', she meant 'exactly one week ago'. "And yeah, the boys here are hit and miss. I'd love to hear who you're into."

[mochi_hime]

"Okay! Let's go get chocolate in my room over there," Usagi said, pointing toward the hall. Then, waving her finger in the general direction of room 5D, she said, "That's Harry-Harriet's room. We're having sleepovers."

With a grunt, Usagi propped herself on her elbows, slowly sat up, swept her loose, messy hair from her face, and got to her feet. Then she weaved and wobbled into the hallway, motioning for Heather to follow.

"Are you American? 'Cause you're Heather and all." Usagi giggled, remembering the remark about boys. "Well, Peter's really cool. The other Harry's kind of cool, too, but he's glowing pink right now." She laughed harder at that, imagining how fun it would be if Harry Potter stood in a dark room like a pink Christmas tree.

"But I already have someone back home. His name's Mamoru. What about you?"

[hurtandscared]

Sure, why not? Heather stepped lithely just behind Usagi, one hand twitching at her side in preparation in case Usagi stumbles and she needed to be caught.

"Yeah, I'm American. Usagi's a Japanese name, right?" It sounded Japanese, at least. Like something from one of those mangas or animes her friends liked so much.

"I don't have any boys back home. There's pretty slim pickings here if you know what I mean, but I met a cute guy named Bucky. He's from the 40's, but he's pretty cool anyway."

[mochi_hime]

"Uh huh," Usagi said, nodding slowly to not lose her balance, "I'm from Tokyo. What's it like where you're from? It'd be great if we were from the same dime-demen--uh, world."

Usagi batted her loose hair from her face again and leaned a hand against the wall for support as she led the way, the high leading the drunk. "He's from the 40s? Wow...it's like time-traveling, kind of. Does he like you?"

Reaching a corner, Usagi paused and tilted her head, straining to think; the need to just turn left and keep going escaped her. She weaved toward Suite 20, then Suite 19 and paused. "Uh, which way is it...?"

[hurtandscared]

"Uh, well, I thought it was normal. Not really, I guess."

She smirked, pushing her hair behind her ear. Heather was a pretty confident girl when it came to boys, so she allowed herself a little preening. "Yeah, he likes me. We danced in my suite. Blew his mind with modern dancing."

Then she quickly touched Usagi's shoulder in preparation for her falling over. "Which suite is this girl from? I'll know where it is."

[mochi_hime]

When Heather touched her shoulder, Usagi laughed and knocked on her own head. "Silly, silly Usagi. My collar says 15B, huh?"

With great effort and Heather's help, she righted herself again and kept walking. "Yeah, I thought my world was normal once, too. I gotta fight youma, and there's the princess. 'S all very bad. But I don't remember how to transform."

"Ahh, I'm so happy for you," Usagi said, giggling insanely at the image of those two dancing to pop or trance. "Really? Guys from the 40s dance different. We should show him para para."

Stumbling down the hall, Usagi finally came to a halt in front of Suite 15. "Ah, that's it. Here's my place now."

[hurtandscared]

"That sounds cool." Your world sounds insane and impossible. She's chalking it up to drugs. "Para Para? What's that?"

She takes a drink--ah, the vodka's really making her warm now--and she pushes the suite door open. "C'mon, then

[mochi_hime]

Entering the suite, Usagi leaned against a wall and with a laugh, said, "You don't know? It's dancing like this."

And with that, she launched into a sloppy routine.

When she finished, she said, "Now you try it!"

[hurtandscared]

Ah, the power of alcohol. Heather laughed, shaking her head and starting to take off her boots.

"You gotta do it with me."