[ota] Have a holly jolly....well, maybe

[mightbedrunk]

The problem with a problem....is that it didn't disappear just because one ignored it or pretended it didn't exist. And Leona was the best at pretending, most of the time.

But not today.

She'd skipped out of work because Thursday was close enough to a weekend that no one would care, and besides- what was she really doing that was going to save

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[diemwnt]

...but, see, a bar-top isn't a pillow. And that means she's going be nudged at by a man who has dragged many a drunken friend out of bars.

Come on. This isn't lady-like.

[mightbedrunk]

"Go 'way," Leona slurred as she lifted her head up slowly and fumbled for an empty glass. Why wasn't it full of delicious beer? Why?

"I don't want to talk right now. I just..." She stood up on wobbly legs as she picked up the pint glass and waved it around. "I want some more bloody beer."

[diemwnt]

There's an absent click of his tongue as he pulls out his phone. Can she still read, or has that part of her brain turned off yet?

No talking. Just getting you home. There will be more beer in the morning.

Now come on. Up. Don't make him throw you over his shoulder.

[mightbedrunk]

"I'm serious, go away!" She said, plopping down uselessly in the bar stool and huffing out air with some annoyance. With foggy eyes she looked at the screen he shoved in her face before scowling a little.

"I want more beer now."

[diemwnt]

And here's the balance he's been doing his best not to nudge entirely back in the wrong direction again. Hm.

You at least have someone to take you home?

[mightbedrunk]

"I can walk home just fine." She said, pushing from the bar and standing on shaky legs before she ran her hands through her hair and tried to straighten herself out.

"I'm fine, and I'm not ready to go home."

[diemwnt]

Reaching out is an instinct, but he'll stop short of actually catching her arm.

Promise?

[mightbedrunk]

"What?" She said, blinking at the screen while swaying a bit dangerously one those impossibly high heels.

"Yeah...whatever." She just need to find someplace to sit, and more beer. A place to be alone for a little while in her own private misery.