The word of the day's I don't know what to say [Open]
Who: Roy, and any flavor of drinking buddy.
What: Drinking. Heavily. Accusations may be flung, punches may be thrown. It'd be nice if nobody else died.
Where: He'll move around. Crimson Dragon one night, maybe Bar Hades the next. Maybe.
When: Every night this week. If you wanna talk to him on any one day, in a particular state, at a certain bar, or ( Read more... )
What: Drinking. Heavily. Accusations may be flung, punches may be thrown. It'd be nice if nobody else died.
Where: He'll move around. Crimson Dragon one night, maybe Bar Hades the next. Maybe.
When: Every night this week. If you wanna talk to him on any one day, in a particular state, at a certain bar, or ( Read more... )
Roy: *misses his checkup*
Angelina: ... *stomps out to go find him*
Roy: *third whisky* 8|
Angelina: *hauls him from the scruff of his neck*
Roy: *uh huh. How strong is she? He'll smack the slim hand away regardless, but I'm just wondering if she can pull a couple hundred pounds of drunken archer off his barstool.*
Angelina: *has a deceptively strong grip; if she could tear open prostitutes with one arm, she could at least tug a drunk man off a stool*
Angelina: *sharply* Roy.
Roy: Ngh. *fine fine stumbling to his feet, twisting away.* What.
Angelina: Youv'e had enough. Any more and I'll need to operate on your liver.
Roy: Oh. *stares at flatly.* 'm not in the mood. *turns back to barstool.*
Angelina: *captures his arm in her grip* This isn't going to solve anything.
Roy: Nothing to solve. *fine. Jus' don' pull him anywhere.*
Angelina: *folds her arms, dressed for Halloween that night in a sinfully low-cut, short-skirted garment*
Angelina: So, what now? Are you content to wait until someone comes here and arrests you?
Roy: *really could not care less.* They woulda if they were gonna.
Angelina: *seats herself next to him at the bar, very gently brushing his hair back to inspect for damage*
Roy: *not much. Couple bruises, couple cuts. The bandage on his right hand is a little frayed and spotted, but it's holding.*
Angelina: *sighs heavily* At least let me patch you up.
Roy: Patched.
Angelina: Not enough.
Angelina: Damnit, Roy, I'm a doctor, at least let me take care of you.
Roy: *finishes his drink, turns the glass over. Thunk.* Fine.
Angelina: *offers her hand gently- it was not her place as a Lady to guide her man, but she had an uncommon gleam in her eyes that did not match the scowl she wore*
Roy: *doesn't take it. Reels out into the night.*
Angelina: *heels clack behind him* Roy? Roy, watch your step, lad!
Roy: *promptly stumbles there*
Angelina: *sharply* Lord in heaven. *just... seizes his arm, ducking to look into his eyes- she's a small woman- and tips his brow up with her palm to get a good look at him.*
Angelina: Your pupils are as big as dinner plates.
Angelina: Come on. Let's go to my office. *tries to lead him steadily to her little clinic*
Roy: *bluntly* That's nice. *follows along, tho.*
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Angelina: *turns the switch to flood the room with electric light*
Angelina: Have a seat.
Roy: *fine by him. Head sags as he slumps into it.*
Angelina: *places a cold cloth against his face, careful to wipe clean the cuts; she has a mother's hand, gentle and caring, practiced with treating someone in this state*
Roy: *it's soothing, especially in his state, and he grimaces; really doesn't deserve that.*
Angelina: *rubs antibacterial serum onto his hand, stemming any infection that would grow*
Roy: *ow. Those are teeth marks, by the way- multiple rows of razor-sharp teeth.*
Angelina: Jan.
Angelina: I treated the same bites on Tieria.
Angelina: I'm inclined to pluck that boy's teeth out myself.
Roy: *blink* Valentine. *memory kicks.* ...I'll hold him down.
Angelina: *bandages him with care, finding her arms around his neck somehow*
Roy: *it's really. Really. Not the time. Just sits like a lump, but he'll pull away if she starts groping.*
Angelina: *not embracing him in that manner, but the way a woman would who was afraid to lose what she held on to, hiding her nose against his neck*
Roy: *shuts his eyes lightly, and tilts his head.* Angelina?
Angelina: *softly, muffled* Mmm.
Roy: I'm going to bed.
Angelina: I'll make one up for you. You should have some water. It's important to keep hydrated.
Roy: My bed. *getting up.* At home. 8|
Angelina: *lets him drift from her fingers*
Angelina: Please take care of yourself.
Angelina: *her finery bloodstained, smeared on her cheek from where she had hugged him*
Angelina: *steps away, turning her back to him, pretending to rearrange her utensils*
Roy: *snorts softly. Leaves.*
Angelina: *shoulders tremble as she hides her face in her palms*
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