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[poisonwine]

(millitimed to the evening) Belle stumbled into Bar, laughing and dancing. Her steps were a bit unsteady, and she seemed to be reacting to people who weren't really there

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[1st_starfighter]

Alex slides almost, across the bar. He has been waiting, for this return, this moment. At bar, he snatches up two items, then turns to Bella. In one hand is a very dry and plain whiskey, and in the other is a small plate of food, packed with nutrients and vitamins, created by a small few minutes of debate with Bar.

"Belle?"

[poisonwine]

Oooh, alcohol. She smiles at him widely, kissing her fingers and pressing them to his cheek, before downing the whiskey. "Bon nuit, Alex, ange."

Very drunk. And something else. . .her eyes are heavily dilated.

[1st_starfighter]

He eyes her.

And he sighs.

"Are you okay, Belle?"

Concern and worry and fear fill his voice.

[poisonwine]

She nods and wobbles onto a barstool. "I'm gooood."

The food is attacked with a great deal of glee.

[1st_starfighter]

"Ah- huh."

He eyes her.

"What do you need, Belle?"

He strokes her arm as she eats, settling next to her to make sure she doesn't fall over.

[poisonwine]

She thinks, but he's a little distracting, and the food smells so good, and well, he doesn't have a nifty scanning thingy. Not to mention she's just taken in more alcohol. So it takes a minute. But she finally remembers. "Oh! Aconite. Yeeees."

Bar pops up a very small shotglass, and Belle downs it greedily. Luckily, her telepathy is out of whack, of Alex would be in for some pretty disturbing input.

[1st_starfighter]

He eyes her anyway, worried. Then eh sighs and does the only thing he can, he hugs the heck out of her.

[poisonwine]

She snuggles in, her pulse slowing and her breathing becoming easier. "Y' so good f'r me, ange." She purrs into his ear.

[1st_starfighter]

He strokes her back and smiles softly.

"I am just me, Belle, and I will always be here for you when you want me."

He looks at her and grins.

"Even when you are so drunk you cant see straight."

[poisonwine]

"Poisonous." She corrects, pulling back,lest he get any ideas.

Which results in her nearly falling. "Hallucinations're a symptom, get worse wit' de cure."

[1st_starfighter]

"Oh?"

He catches her.

"Sit down, a little more securely, please, dear..."

He nods, then, groaning slightly.

"How long till they stop?"

[poisonwine]

She clings to him a bit, not stable at all. "Shoulda gone t' a boot'. 'N' I dunno. . .never had t' take aconite t' equal de symptoms."

[1st_starfighter]

He nods and gently lifts her in his arms, moving to a booth, being careful not to make too much contact with her skin, picking that much up from her at least.

A wait rat brings their stuff, as well as more food.

"Then rest, and I will stay with you."

[poisonwine]

She smiles and snuggles into him. "C'n touch me. Jes' not a good idea t' kiss me."

To illustrate, she brushed some of the glitter that had transfered to him off. "Not sure food's de bes' idea."

Now her stomach wants to upend itself. Well, it's about time.

[1st_starfighter]

He nods.

"Okay. "

He eyes her and gets a small bucket from a wait rat, quickly.

"Here."

And orders some water in bottles while he is at it... and towels.

[poisonwine]

There really is no delicate way to vomit in front of someone. Not that she's terribly worried about appearances.

For not having eaten in twenty four hours, she seems to have had a lot of stuff in her stomach.