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.

[fallen_april]

"Yeah, you've got a point," April says, tossing back another shot and coughing a bit. Her fingers are already starting to tingle as the alcohol makes its way into her system. "But I think that getting smashed is the PERFECT reaction to this situation."

[hatetobebroken]

"Getting smashed is the perfect reaction to a LOT of situations," Maureen decides, nodding. "Break-up? Get smashed. Death in the family? Get smashed. Hurt yourself at your protest trying to get away from a riot? Get smashed. Fall off a table? Get smashed. New relationship? Get smashed. See, it works for good things, too."

The narration advises April to just go with it.

[fallen_april]

"Abso-fucking-lutely!" April declares, and tosses back yet another shot.

She's... well on her way.

[hatetobebroken]

Maureen giggles a little. "Fucking indeed." She nods and finishes the rest of her beer.

Definitely passing the tipsy mark.

[fallen_april]

April giggles rather a lot and tugs on Maureen's sleeve. "Maur. Maur. Is your ex a good fuck?"

Oh dear god.

[hatetobebroken]

Maureen stage-whispers in her ear. "Not as good as Mark was."

She leans against April's shoulder, still giggling.

[fallen_april]

April is in fits.

"How... how good are you?"

Oh, dear. Never give April alcohol. Ever.

[hatetobebroken]

Aw, but we like April intoxicated. She's amusing.

"Pretty fucking amazing," Maureen says cockily. She's not one low on self-confidence, now is she?

[fallen_april]

"Not as good as Ro-gerrrr," April says, sing-songing.

But then, in her mind, no one is as good as Roger.

[hatetobebroken]

Maureen makes a face at even the thought of Roger being better than her.

"Ten times better!" she protests, sticking her tongue out at April.

[fallen_april]

"Nuh-uh!" April downs another double shot. "Roger's the best ever."

[hatetobebroken]

Maureen snorts and grabs another shot for herself. "You aren't experienced enough to judge, then. An' anyway, you can't say he's better'n me. You haven't been with me. So. There."

[fallen_april]

"Yeah, well, you haven't been with you either. So there."

...there's logic, really.

[hatetobebroken]

Maureen raises her eyebrows with a wicked grin. "Course I have. That's how every bad girl gets her start."

Narration facepalms.

[fallen_april]

April sticks her tongue out. "Masturbating doesn't count, goofy."