Caitlin Snow (doomed_love) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-05-15 03:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | harley quinn, jaime lannister |
WHO Bailey & Nikolai
WHAT Warning Nikolai about Harley
WHEN Monday night, hours and a lot of drinks after talking to Jules
WHERE Nikolai's Villa
WARNINGS Language. Otherwise none!
complete!
After her brief conversation with Jules, Bailey decided that talking to Nikolai should probably happen sooner rather than later. Unfortunately, that invited a whole host of scenarios that ended with a door being shut in her face. Drinking would definitely need to happen before she talked to him. With that as her plan, she slipped down to the bar in a blood red micro mini-dress and opened a tab on his room. It would be at least an hour until he'd be back from whatever casino he was playing in, Bailey knew, so she didn't rush through her drinks. Every last one of her drinks came from top shelf stuff and time just got away from her. By the time she remembered that she needed to talk to Nikolai, it was nearly midnight.
She made her way back to his villa, slipping off her stilettos after a few unsteady steps, and swayed most of the way. Bailey was quite obviously drunk and she could feel the eyes on her but fuck it. She had a crazy person in her head that was blackmailing her according to Jules. She just didn't want Nikolai getting hurt because Harley was right. Bailey wouldn't have a fucking clue if the other woman decided to joy-ride in the Bailey-mobile in Las Vegas. She figured if Harley had started the fires from before, she probably would've been caught by now, but that honestly didn't matter. Harley could do anything she wanted and no one would figure it out or even believe her story. It was a shitty situation.
By the time she reached the door, Bailey had convinced herself that Nikolai was going to send her off to the psych ward at the nearest hospital. She fumbled with her key card and let herself in, dropping her shoes right by the door. "Nikolai!" she called in a sing-song voice, catching sight of him on the couch. "I've got somethin' ta tellllll ya." She was singing it in a way that made it fairly obvious that she'd had a good amount to drink.