i want your leather studded kiss in the scene [forward-dated to tomorrow]
[OOC: You got it, folks. Another party post. Threadhop like it's your birthday. Drink, brawl, bond, dance, angst, be merry.]
To the unsuspecting eye, it's just an old soap factory that's been abandoned for longer than it was ever found useful. To those that are in the know, Josef Soltini and Nikolas Demidov are opening its doors tonight to the ( Read more... )
To the unsuspecting eye, it's just an old soap factory that's been abandoned for longer than it was ever found useful. To those that are in the know, Josef Soltini and Nikolas Demidov are opening its doors tonight to the ( Read more... )
The nightmares are back. It's impossible to sleep. She's sending her son away. She screwed up the only conceivably healthy relationship she's ever had. She just wants to stop feeling. So right now, she's going to drink enough so she can only feel what Kaden's feeling.
Because that's always a lot less.
She's dressed to the nines, at least. Tiny red sleeveless dress with matching tie-up stilettos. She feels wrong, letting herself feel sexy after what happened, but at least it's something she can control about her life. She'd look a lot better if she didn't look miserable, though.
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She glances sideways after ordering, notices Jessi (as that's how they were introduced), and grins immediately, very happy to see her. Last that she heard, Jessi was stuck under rubbble and then was out again, but still. It's good to see her.
"You look beautiful!" And then she stops, frowning as not even she is so imperceptive to not notice the miserable there too. "And sad. You look sad. Are you okay?"
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"My boyfriend just left town, I'm going to have to give up my son, my ward is dancing with some slut, and I am not nearly drunk enough," she says after a short pause, poking her empty glass. Well. She's apparently drunk enough to dump everything on her brother's currently little girl thing of choice. Why isn't she good enough for him? Why does he need to seek out people like Elizabeth. "But thank you. You look nice yourself."
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Ouch. So that like totally explains it all.
"Okay. You're definitely not okay," she says, and her frown deepens as she watches her. The concern hits deep, and she doesn't have to be close to someone to care and worry about what they're going through. "Do you want another drink or something? I can get you anything for free. Or you can talk about it if you wanna. I can listen. I'm a good listener, and it might help if you talk. I don't know."
And then she jumps off her seat to try to give her a hug. A hug seems like it's the best way to go.
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It's easier to keep her forehead from resting on the table when Kaden's so hopped up. But he doesn't want to think about him hopped up on that little whored-out Rainbow Brite. They need to stop touching each other.
She's not sure talking to Elizabeth's necessarily the best idea, but she's right there, and she needs to talk to someone. She's too drunk not to talk to someone. She hugs Elizabeth back, almost wishing she could cry right now. But it's been a long time since she'd cried in public, plus, it would screw up her mascara.
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Her own drink has arrived with all its bubbles and caffeine. She drinks it up quick, hot from dancing and mingling and talking to her friends. Sweat drips down her forehead, and she wipes it away with the back of her hand.
Elizabeth swallows down big gulps of it and then turns to Jessi, her attention centered entirely on her, concern still written in her features.
"So... what happened?"
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Though he's...not necessarily winding down at this point, but getting closer to being ready to move on to non-club things. So he thought he'd check up on her.
"Doing alright, kiddo?" he asks, resting his head on her shoulder. He knows she's not, but he says it anyway.
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There's no venom to the words. They're entirely sweet and chipper. She just really doesn't like feeling his attraction to girls he's so much better than. Girls that aren't her. Not that she wants him to feel that way towards her. But really. GROSS.
She likes feeling vague distaste much better.
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Except the one time she didn't. He's not going to think about that. It hurts too much and it'll ruin his high.
"Should I find a whore who only decorates herself in monotones, then?" he teases, still leaning on her. It's nice, feeling her right there, a completely different sort of nice than feeling people against him on the dance floor. This he can take comfort in. "Besides, if you're going to sit over here and get plastered, I get to have a little fun, too, right?"
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It frightens her, how broken she is. She knows exactly what kind of spiral she's letting herself fall into. She knows it.
"How about you don't get aroused at all?" she mutters. "Because, let me tell you, getting turned on by my brother grinding against some bimbo, whether she's monocolored or technicolored is about sixteen flavors of awkward I'd prefer not to have to deal with, no matter how much I love you."
At least she's talking now. The alcohol helps with that. Perhaps it's one of the reasons she always runs to it when she's having issues. It allows herself to lose some of her inhibition.
She's not the nicest drunk in the world. It's better when she has inhibitions.
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"You look like shit," he says, truthfully. One hand brushes against her jaw; were she not already looking at him, he'd be tilting her face up to his. "Though I'm not sure anyone else will notice."
He doesn't mind her talking. He never really does. Sure, he can read her better than anyone else, but hearing it in her own words, seeing what she lies about and what she admits -- that's always the best part.
Of course, he really doesn't mind her talking right now. In fact, when she's done with her spiel, he gives her a look of mock innocence that she's got to be more than familiar with by now, then breaks the look with a laugh. It hadn't even occurred to him that she'd be able to feel that, and for some reason, right now, it's hilarious"Sorry ( ... )
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