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Sep 18, 2007 21:16

She hadn't intended on being drunk. She wanted to be clear headed and alert. After all, she was already conflicted enough. But here she was, half a bottle in and filling yet another glass. The loft seemed to be glowing with the amount of candles she had lit. They were everywhere. On the balcony, the counters, and just about every flat surface ( Read more... )

methos, rp

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Methos and Cassandra iris_angel September 19 2007, 01:42:19 UTC

Cassandra seemed distressed when last he talked to her, which was not something that he ever saw her be. Needless to say, he was worried and quickly went to her loft apartment to see what was the matter. He immediately felt her presence as he opened her door without bothering to knock. The fact that it was unlocked was a good indication that something was wrong. He glanced around the brightly lit room until he saw her. "What are you doing?"

Re: Methos and Cassandra donanwoodswitch September 19 2007, 01:49:28 UTC

She had shivered at his presence and the very idea that she would have that reaction now made her even more confused.

She didn't look at him or even move from her spot on the couch when he came in.

"Drinking. Would you like some wine?" Her words weren't slurred, but her voice was softer than usual and had a far more pleasant tone that she could remember using with him in a very long time.

Re: Methos and Cassandra iris_angel September 19 2007, 01:55:29 UTC

"Have you had enough?" He asks as he looks down at her. However, he realizes that he's talking to her like she's his 'sorry little slave girl' and he sighs. He can't control her actions and he knows better then to do that. "I'd love some. Are the glasses in the same spot?" He says as he moves over to get another glass from the cabinet.

Re: Methos and Cassandra donanwoodswitch September 19 2007, 02:05:30 UTC

"Sit," She didn't bark it or roll her eyes. She said it softly again as she stood and walked past him into the kitchen, the cool tile against her feet giving her goosebumps. She opens the cabinet and stands on her toes to pluck another glass down. Without a word, she heads back into the living room and lifts the bottle, pouring a full glass and offering it to him.

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