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Everything is shit.
This morning, her father's regional manager stopped by the house at breakfast to proclaim (read: shout) his love from the doorstep. Jim Stonem, in all his infinite fucking wisdom, calmly explained that, while he was flattered, he did not do - nor had he ever done - dick. He finally caught on once his boss pushed his way past the threshold to shove his tongue down Anthea's throat. He shouted, she cried; he told her loved her then slammed the door on his way out. Through all of this, Pandora held Effy's hand.
That was bad. That was only the beginning.
That same morning, Pandora followed Effy down to the docks and sat with her. Effy would have preferred to be alone, but Pandora knew better than to give Effy a choice in the matter. That's Panda for you.
It was Pandora who talked Effy through the next ten minutes, reminding her that life would go on. Then Katie Fitch stopped by to inform Effy that what seemed to be the end of her small universe didn't even amount to a single speck on someone else's life radar. That was oddly comforting. Even now, Effy can't quite figure out why.
That was better. That didn't last.
In the afternoon, Effy winked at Katie as she slipped forty quid's worth of MDMA into the brownie batter at Panda's pajama party. After an hour, Effy smirked while she and Pandora's mum snuck a first taste of their homemade brownies, fresh out of the oven. They danced their way upstairs and shouted along to their own tune when they realized there wasn't any actual music.
That was where the fun ended.
Minutes later, Pandora had locked herself in her bedroom to cry. It was Effy's fault; she knew before she knocked on the door. That didn't make it any easier when affirmation came in the form of a sobbing Pandora shouting in Effy's face, "You always bog everything up. It's always you!" There was no reason to argue, she was absolutely right. Pandora had been there for Effy from when she first walked in on her mum and her dad's manager to the moment her dad began to pack his suitcases. And how had Effy returned the favor? By letting Katie sneak drugs into Panda's sleepover and drugging her uptight mother. Fantastic best friend she'd turned out to be.
That was when Effy gave up.
She gave up trying to keep it together, trying to appear composed, trying to enjoy herself for Pandora's sake. She gave up on all of it.
That's where she is now, mentally. Physically, she's in the next room over, where she has just found Katie's secret stash and a platter of still-warm brownies. Without a second thought, Effy swallows a few of the pills dry, chasing them down with a sticky chunk from her second brownie. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back onto one of Panda's monkey-shaped plush pillows, letting the chemical calm wash over her.
That's the great thing about drugs. Everything is shit, but at least she's only a few hits away from forgetting the fact. (She doesn't even realize the complete change in scenery around her. Not at first, not a for a few minutes after.)
(Debut! Please see this post for details. She will initially assume this is all part of a really great trip, so she won't be asking many island-related questions and there's no need to explain the what's and how's.)
This morning, her father's regional manager stopped by the house at breakfast to proclaim (read: shout) his love from the doorstep. Jim Stonem, in all his infinite fucking wisdom, calmly explained that, while he was flattered, he did not do - nor had he ever done - dick. He finally caught on once his boss pushed his way past the threshold to shove his tongue down Anthea's throat. He shouted, she cried; he told her loved her then slammed the door on his way out. Through all of this, Pandora held Effy's hand.
That was bad. That was only the beginning.
That same morning, Pandora followed Effy down to the docks and sat with her. Effy would have preferred to be alone, but Pandora knew better than to give Effy a choice in the matter. That's Panda for you.
It was Pandora who talked Effy through the next ten minutes, reminding her that life would go on. Then Katie Fitch stopped by to inform Effy that what seemed to be the end of her small universe didn't even amount to a single speck on someone else's life radar. That was oddly comforting. Even now, Effy can't quite figure out why.
That was better. That didn't last.
In the afternoon, Effy winked at Katie as she slipped forty quid's worth of MDMA into the brownie batter at Panda's pajama party. After an hour, Effy smirked while she and Pandora's mum snuck a first taste of their homemade brownies, fresh out of the oven. They danced their way upstairs and shouted along to their own tune when they realized there wasn't any actual music.
That was where the fun ended.
Minutes later, Pandora had locked herself in her bedroom to cry. It was Effy's fault; she knew before she knocked on the door. That didn't make it any easier when affirmation came in the form of a sobbing Pandora shouting in Effy's face, "You always bog everything up. It's always you!" There was no reason to argue, she was absolutely right. Pandora had been there for Effy from when she first walked in on her mum and her dad's manager to the moment her dad began to pack his suitcases. And how had Effy returned the favor? By letting Katie sneak drugs into Panda's sleepover and drugging her uptight mother. Fantastic best friend she'd turned out to be.
That was when Effy gave up.
She gave up trying to keep it together, trying to appear composed, trying to enjoy herself for Pandora's sake. She gave up on all of it.
That's where she is now, mentally. Physically, she's in the next room over, where she has just found Katie's secret stash and a platter of still-warm brownies. Without a second thought, Effy swallows a few of the pills dry, chasing them down with a sticky chunk from her second brownie. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back onto one of Panda's monkey-shaped plush pillows, letting the chemical calm wash over her.
That's the great thing about drugs. Everything is shit, but at least she's only a few hits away from forgetting the fact. (She doesn't even realize the complete change in scenery around her. Not at first, not a for a few minutes after.)
(Debut! Please see this post for details. She will initially assume this is all part of a really great trip, so she won't be asking many island-related questions and there's no need to explain the what's and how's.)