Ninkasi: Goddess of Alcohol and Fermentation (brew_maven) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2014-08-04 18:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~ninkasi, ~thor |
Out With the Old [narrative /or open if you want to bother Kasi at home]
Dionysos was both a great friend and a terrible friend at the exact same time. Certainly he had provided both the intoxication she had requested and given relatively practical advice. However, he had also embedded a rather unnecessary visual in her brain, one that they both shared a rather vigorous rut of their own out of, and Ninkasi had been quite unable to remove it from her mind since it had been mentioned. This mental visual fantasy of sorts kept appearing at the forefront of her mind at the most inopportune of times. Of course it did. That was always how those things worked out. It wasn't something that happened when she was alone and in a private enough a situation where that was a bit more acceptable and could maybe do something about it. No. Oh no.
No, it hit Ninkasi when she was doing things like wiping down the bar after someone accidentally spilled a bit of beer and she had to bend forward to reach such a bit further down. Her face would go blank, her mind would drift and in her memory she saw those hot abs and that low pelvic v and... and then someone would ask if she was alright. It was so much worse because it wasn't even as if she was just making up the image. She had seen it. All of it. Dammit.
What made her realize this was completely out of hand was when she woke up on her people-eating couch from an extremely naughty dream that she almost wondered if hadn't been a dream after all when she felt a breeze on her bare skin and a strangely familiar scent reaching her nose. The former was explained by the fact that one hand was apparently down her sweat-shorts -she got handsy in her sleep and had creatively rearranged her pajamas, the latter... was coming from her own couch.
Years upon years of all sorts of debaucherous activity had just left a funk in her couch that at this point Ninkasi was just not tolerating. The couch had memories, great memories. Lots of laughs, lots of parties, drinking... and yeah... a lot of people had sex in various forms on it. She had lots of sex in lots of various forms and positions and with a lot of different people and sometimes with many people at once. Which was now causing problems in her brain thanks to... Well, she wanted to blame Dionysos but she really couldn't.
The couch had to go. It really, really needed to go.
After tossing the cushions aside, tipping it over to shake out any detritus out that may have gotten lost inside, she waved hand and sent the old couch out of her living room and out to the front curb with a sign beside it that said Free. That ended up just being the start. Soon after the tables were taken out, the old worn rugs, the lamps, the curtains, the entertainment center... everything -for the most part, went out to the curb. The electronics were moved into the spare room for the time being so the only thing that remained in the large empty space was Nipper.
All the frustration, confusion and obvious avoidance of what she actually wanted to do in favor of what she thought was the better option, was leading to the first living room renovation project at all since her having moved to Queensland. It took most of her mind off of it. Mostly.
The floor had been refinished yesterday, an undertaking she hadn't been willing to do herself; she put the drop cloths down, taped around everything and put the first coat of paint on the ceiling all shortly after the floor people left. The second coat of paint followed in the morning. That had been white like the walls had been. The walls were no longer going to be white. The first coat covered years of scuffs and damage, but it was nothing great.
Following the second coat, Ninkasi flopped down into an old bean bag chair she had dragged out of the spare room a few hours prior and was set next to Nipper and a small crate that was doubling as an end table, and tried to decide if a third coat was going to be necessary or not. It had been a lot of years since fresh paint was ever put on the walls and now the living room walls were going to be yellow. Not blindingly so, but just in a happy way. Yellow was a happy color. She wanted happy. Everything was so blah and meh and she needed happy and laughing and...
Yellow walls were happy. Her walls were now yellow. Her living room now had happy, yellow walls.
She just wasn't sure if the scuffs were going to show through or not, she would have to wait for it to dry and look it over properly. Which meant sitting there... essentially watching paint dry.