dead fish & incendiaries - beautiful
Stress doesn't even begin to describe Tallulah's past few days. of course - it had all started off well, getting a trip home for New Year's Eve. Of course, it had simply become a celebration filled with lots of Natty Boh at the Inner Harbor, as well as the after party with the usual suspects of Camden, Hampden, Pimlico, Annapolis, etc. The next ( Read more... )
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[she's focused on not losing her stomach on her shoes at the moment. they're brand new shoes, too.
don't puke, don't puke, don't puke.]
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[ So she's a stranger, sure, but usually a gentle pat on the back helps you through these sorts of things. ]
Relax and let it out if you have to.
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'M not throwin' up on these god damn new shoes. What a waste of a hundred dollars. [that, and well, she has an over all aversion to throwing up. you will literally never meet another person who goes to extreme lengths in order to avoid paying homage to the porcelain god - who also happens to drink copious amounts of alcohol fairly often.]
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If I get you a bag, would you? seriously girl, your body wants to do that for a reason.
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[defiantly.] No! [she hasn't even looked up at the guy and she's already annoyed - but that's probably more so to do with her state than anything else.
of course, she'll turn to look in his general direction in a steady moment, though it doesn't last long as her back arches, stomach giving another roll.] Didn't I just say I'm not throwin' up!?
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Pretty sure you are, just take this.
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[her stomach rolls again, even as she takes the bag, holding it but not placing it in any useful position. she'd rather stand there and make odd hiccuping noises than actually do it.]
I'll be fine in a second, use it for your groceries.
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