Prompt 15: Personal Ad
"This is what I like to see. A hateful young elf hitting rock bottom." Cane stood in the doorway to the small apartment shared by Unocello and Biscuit. He paused before entering as the smell of the room wafted over him.
Unocello stood ghostlike in black soiled clothes that looked like rags in the raw sunlight. "Cane, just the person i dislike." She said his name with utter disappointment and then turned to shamble toward the stained, unmade bed.
There were other things he wanted to say to her but those all seemed like minor issues at the immediate moment. "It smells really, really bad in here," he said. He put a hand over his nose.
Unocello sat gently on the bed. Her short hair was wet with sweat. "I ate the hotel shrimp," she said wetly. "And other drinking stuff."
Cane shook his head. "Why are you so dumb for a smartass? Oh, I guess you're just an ass."
She turned her face into the light from the open door. Her eyes were swollen and bloodshot, and her skin was grey instead of porcelin. "Who would ever answer your personal ad?" She crawled further onto the bed, trying to get comfortable. "'Boastful meathead seeks pretty mannequin with a potato for a brain, bring beer.'"
He shrugged. "Pretty elves who don't talk so much."
Unocello leaned up weakly on her elbow and looked at him like a ghoul. "I'm actually going to throw up on you now. Just stay where you are." She started to make her way back off the bed.
"Okay, I'm going!" He raised his hands and backed out of the apartment. Outside the door, he turned back around and dropped his hands. He reached for the doorknob to pull it shut. "I'm going to get some cleaning equipment. Don't go changin', okay?"