Multitasking: An exit, an entrance, and a notsocrazy girl

[morethangifted]

The observant may notice that a treepot by the door that's become something of a fixture for a little while is no longer there. Yes, this does mean exactly what you think it means -- Trey has gone back home, finally. We'll see how long it lasts, won't we?

River is inside, for once, curled up with a copy of The Tempest and occasionally whispering

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[fallen_april]

There is an April sitting near Maureen (she hasn't noticed the other girl yet), sketching and humming to herself, a little smile hovering around her lips.

Life is still confusing. She still wants to start using again. She's still heartbroken over losing Roger. But for this moment, she's happy.

[hatetobebroken]

Maureen, after a couple of drinks, looks up and sees April. Not-April, as she thinks of her. The Other April.

Still, it's nice to see a smile on April's face, even a little one, even if it's not really April's face.

"You look happy," she says, loud enough to travel but not to disturb too many other people around them.

[fallen_april]

April looks up and smiles a little wider. "Yeah, hey!" She gets up immediately and moves closer. "How you doing?"

[hatetobebroken]

"Fine." Maureen punctuates the lie-that-isn't-exactly-a-lie by pounding back the rest of her drink. She's not drunk yet -- just a little tipsy. Although she seems well on her way to drunk. "What's new with you?"

[fallen_april]

April can see that now is not a good time to be happy. So she shrugs. "Not much. Just... hanging out." She pauses, then says softer, "What happened?"

[hatetobebroken]

Maureen would, on a better day, apologize for making April stiffle the happiness. Then again, it's Maureen, so probably not. Either way, it's safe to say that people in a good mood around Maureen in a bad one just get sneered at, so she probably made the right choice.

"Nothing. Same nothing that's happened a hundred fucking times already in two months...." She takes a sip from her fresh drink and glares at the tabletop as she informs April, "My girlfriend left. Again. Or maybe I left her this time. I'm not sure."

[fallen_april]

April gasps a bit. "Oh... oh, baby..." April's instinctive reaction is to hug her, and hug her she's going to do. "I'm so sorry."

Yeah. Definitely not telling Maur the happynews.

[hatetobebroken]

Maureen's not going to object to April-hugs. Or even not-April hugs. Or any hugs at all. The fact that she even hugs like April helps, though.

"It'll blow over by next week," Maureen says, shaking her hair over her shoulder. There's an over-confidence in her tone and her gestures which means that she's not confident she's right at all.

[fallen_april]

"I'm sure it will." April knows not to argue. "But I'm here anyway." And in case it doesn't.

[hatetobebroken]

"Thanks." Maureen smiles -- a small smile, but still a smile. "Want a drink?"

Because alcohol is more fun with a friend.

[fallen_april]

April weighs the option for a moment. Last time she got drunk she...

...oh, well, she ended up with a boyfriend. Hm.

"Sure, why not? What're you having?"

[hatetobebroken]

"Beer right now, but there's a high likelihood I'll move on to something stronger in a minute if you'd like to join me on that."

Maureen waves her hand for effect as beer, whiskey, tequila, and wine (just for the class) appear in a line in front of April. "Pick your poison, babe."

[fallen_april]

April grabs the whiskey and wishes the rest of the alcohol gone. "Whiskey's good. I also suggest rum." There's a bottle and two shot glasses. "We can trade off."

She grins wickedly.

[hatetobebroken]

Maureen laughs. "I like the way you drink," she says brightly, pouring herself a shot and taking it so fast her hands are practically a blur.

[fallen_april]

April's eyebrows go up a bit, but she says nothing, pouring herself a shot and downing it quick enough. "I'm gonna have to do doubles for a bit to catch up with you, y'know," she points out, illustrating her point by pouring herself a double and tossing it back.

[hatetobebroken]

"You'll probably still get smashed before me," Maureen points out. "I hold my alcohol better than you."

As if to illustrate this point, she grabs another beer than appears on the table and drinks almost half of it in one gulp, followed by another shot.