[open] a friend in need is a friend indeed

[idontlikecake]

There is so much Lily Fuchizaki needs to do. There's the whole catching up on grad school after her ward went partially insane bit, but right now, she's on her way up to see Iris in the Kashtta. That doesn't mean she won't bump into a few other people on the way. If anything, it's pretty likely considering how overly polite she can get.

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[fellfrommyheart]

Dylan is curled up in one of the booths, almost asleep. A music box sits on her table playing a pretty little lullaby along with half-empty bottle of whiskey. She came in, looking almost feral and was close to getting thrown out. But she slammed a wad of notes into the barman’s hand, asked for the bottle and a glass and said she wanted no trouble.

Fletcher’s gone. He’s gone, left the country. She went to his place, but found nothing but the note on his door. Gone. Gone. Gone. She curls up into herself, staring hard at the bottle. She feels so small.

And through the whiskey, she sees hair. “Pretty, pretty hair,” she growls, scratching at the table with her broken nails. “Ah, Francis, I.. just...” she shakes her head and pushes herself against the wall. “Gone, bye bye,”

[whatheytoldya]

"That's what happens when you drink a bottle alone," Francis says. He of all people should know.

"Oh come on, she looks like she can take a bit more than that," Sunshine argues, rolling her eyes.

"Did I really ask for your opinion?"

"Have I really stopped giving it all night?" Sunshine gives Francis a wicked grin and stretches, bothering the bartender for another drink.

Francis is silent for a moment, conceding the point.

[fellfrommyheart]

"I'm not drunk," comes the reply, agitated. Stupid everything. Just. She rubs at her eyes and sighs. She promised not to cause a fuss. Not to be annoyed at Francis. But it's just not fair. "No, sorry, Francis..."

The CLF are screwing everything up, Fletcher's gone. She never got to say goodbye. He's gone and she's not quite sure what to do. Why do people keep leaving?

"Chicago.... can't shut up... for.. for long enough," Dylan pours herself another drink and knocks it back with a shudder. "Isn't that annoying?"

[consumesflesh]

"I told you she wasn't drunk," Sunshine says, knocking back a shot of tequila and munching on a lime happily.

"Thank you for your input," Francis says, his words dripping with sarcasm. "And yes, it's quite annoying. Which is why I nip off to Boston every once in a while for a breath of fresh air. Although, staying there long enough's bound to drive any Throne Red, considering the lack of demon blood to be had."

He sips at his whiskey, ignoring Sunshine's stare. He really doesn't care if he's slipping into old patterns. He's drunk and he doesn't really want to be in Chicago. California would be so much nicer.

"Yes, hun, it is annoying," Sunshine says, glaring at Francis slightly. "Of course, it wouldn't be Chicago if it wasn't trying to wreck our every bit of happiness, now would it?"

[fellfrommyheart]

Dylan offers Sunshine a sort-of smile. She's almost forgotten how to do it as of late, not been much to smile about. But she tried though. She scratches at her temple with a frown, "I got no where else to go," Nowhere she's actually settled, anyway "Just here," she shakes her head, "No home, not anymore. So where do I go instead?"

She closes the lid on her music box, scrunching her nose up and scratching at the table again, "I guess," she agrees, squirming in her seat a little. "Should maybe get out for a bit, though - got a demon that's been alive for two long. Need to find him,"

Dylan sniffs and pours herself another drink. She scoots the bottle along, "Do... Uh," she shake her head and winces, "You guys want some?"

[whatheytoldya]

"Been keeping yourself busy at least then," Francis says. He would remark on her home situation, but there's no way he's letting her into his house. That's just not safe, no matter how much need she's in.

"You could always stay at the Kashtta," Sunshine points out. "Not that I'm willing to stay there, but I'm a bit of a different case. More of a Gauche kind of girl."

"Had a cousin who lived up there until he fagged himself out of existence," Francis ponders, taking the bottle from her and taking a slug directly from it.

[fellfrommyheart]

"I try to," Dylan shakes her head, wringing her hands - they've misunderstood her. Agh. No. No. Need to fix. "I got a place to crash," she says, biting down hard on her lower lip, "I just got no home," She twitches agitatedly in her seat, "Got no other place to run back to when I get fed up with here, you know?"

"Kashtta's nice," she says, drumming lightly with her fingertips on the table, "But they give you funny looks when you're just trying to clean yourself up," Wanderers that have been around longer get used to it - but there's always too many new ones coming in that stare too much.

And then Dylan just stares, "Gauche? How could you stay there? Too frustrating, drive you mad,"

[consumesflesh]

Sunshine is used to being stared at. It's kind of what happens when you live the way she does, dresses as she does, exists the way she does. "You're talking to someone who lived in the demon slums," she says, shrugging. "And you get used to the itch. It's not like they've done nothing wrong."

Francis's eyebrow twitches. "I definitely understand having issues with not having a real place to call your own," he says, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, don't try to change the subject on me," Sunshine says, batting at him playfully. "There's a difference between sating the Calling and letting it rule you, yanno. You can't go off killing every demon you see. There are some good ones out there. Honestly, I'd say some better than most of the angels I know."

"Riftshit," Francis says.

That's a new curse. One she hasn't heard before. But somehow, it seems fitting. "You know, and to think I was hitting on you two seconds ago."

"They deserve their end," Francis says coldly.