Chloë du Gard picks pockets (slightofhands) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-07-14 22:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, arielle chiaro, audrey leradine, chloë du gard |
log: too much birthday fun
Who: Ari, Audrey, & Chloë
NPCs: —
Where: Outside the Snuggly Duckling to Chloë's home
When: Cancer 11, way too late and too damn early [backdated]
What: Chloë drank a little too much, so Ari and Aud take one for the team and make sure she gets home safely.
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Normally, Chloë was good about numbers. She could calculate large sums in her mind with little difficulty, which was a useful skill to have. Yet somehow during the course of the evening at the Snuggly Duckling, she managed to lose count of how many drinks she had. They kept giving them to her and she kept drinking. It was her birthday, she had every right to drink as much as she pleased. That was the problem though because when drunk, Chloë became rather . . . uninhibited. During the night Rhys got himself a memstone recording of the two of them kissing, and a few others also received birthday kisses from the birthday girl The party, however, came winding to an end and it was time to get home. The problem persisted, however, that Chloë was drunk. Very drunk. She held herself up when she stood up, moving around like an elderly person with creaky limbs because she couldn't seem to stand straight. She would insist she was fine (rather loudly) but anyone, even if they were drunk as well, could see how snockered she was. The cooler night air awakened Chloë's senses but did little to sober her mind. Two sets of hands were carrying her out of the Snuggly Duckling, seeing as she couldn't guide herself out on her own. At some point she'd gone into the men's room thinking it was the exit. She walked back out and forgot why she'd been looking for a door in the first place. Thankfully, she had friends willing to lend a hand. "Happy birthday—" she sang off-key in slurred words, "—to meeeee . . . " With Chloë’s right arm slung over her shoulder, Ari set course for her friend’s apartment. Fortunately for them all, it wasn’t terribly far from here, and even more fortunately, Ari’s own level of drunkenness could be described as middling, so it seemed likely they would all get there in one piece. More or less. Well, anyway, she was sober compared to Chloë, and she hadn’t dumped herself in anyone’s lap tonight, so surely she’d manage this feat, too. She wasn’t entirely unaffected by alcohol herself, though; as her friend began to sing (dreadfully, she had to admit), Ari nearly took them off the curb as she descended into a fit of giggles. Fortunately, Aud had Chloë’s other arm, so they’d probably give her a stretch in the process but right their course in the end. Audrey pulled her along by her left arm, steadying them back onto the curb. The blonde considered herself the most sober of the three. While she had drank her fair share early in the evening, she only felt a light buzz now. “Don’t fall and snap your ankle,” she warned the other two. “Did you have fun Chloë? Rhys seemed to at least,” Audrey murmured under her breath. "My ankles," Chloë stated, "are fine. I'm finnnnne. I can walk home on my own, I don't know why you insist on—" she was cut off as her feet tripped over some cobble stone that stuck out a bit. Her full weight went onto her two friends and she lurched forward. Feeling a bit queasy, Chloë stopped to steady herself and blinked a few times, trying to remember what she was doing and what just happened. She picked up where she left off instead, "I had the besssssssssssssssst tiiiiime. It was the besssst birthday everrr. Did I look like I was having fun?" There was a question now and Chloë actually meant it. Was she drunk enough to forget that she actually didn't have any fun at all? “Oh,” Ari said, finally recovering from her giggles, “you looked to be having loads of fun. Though who am I to talk? In my book, it’s not a birthday unless you’re drunkenly kissing strangers.” She paused. “Or old friends. Or even… not-drunkenly kissing them. Anyway.” A few more steps were taken before she announced, somewhat petulantly, “You should live closer to the tavern.” “I told you we should have just gone back to your place,” not that Ari’s place was any closer, but Audrey had been quietly hoping the three of them could crash the bard’s place like old times. Her hand came up to ruffle Chloë’s hair. “I’m glad you had a great time. Do I win the best friend award? Ooh please tell me it’s me and not Ari,” she shot a wicked grin at the bard as she mentioned her name. Had she been more sober, Chloë would've made a face at her behavior in the tavern, but that was better reserved for when she was nursing a throbbing headache and a sensitivity to any and all light, which would be in a few hours. Instead she just let out a burst of giggles and noted, "It'sssnot that farrr." She leaned her head into Aud who'd ruffled her hair. "I don't pick favorites," she stated, "makes things complicated and we should only be competitive with money. I love you both the same." She placed a sloppy kiss on Audrey's cheek. “You’re both mean,” Ari proclaimed. “That’s not a nice thing to say, Aud. And where’s my kiss, birthday girl?” She tugged on Chloë’s arm, though her aim this time was not to upset balance. “It’s not that far -- that way. Come on, let’s take the shortcut.” They all certainly knew the alleys well enough, and the faster they poured Chloë into bed, the better for them all. “If we’re being competitive about money, does that mean I still win?” Audrey’s cackle echoed into the air, as she led the girls into the direction Ari had pointed them into. The apartment came into view, and Audrey fished Chloë for her keys giving Ari the brunt of the weight. “Almost there!” she called out, wrestling with the keys until she finally heard the lock click. “And welcome to the Du Gard Estate.” Their hurrying didn't do Chloë any favors and by the time they were at her front door, she looked a little green around the gills. Though it was hard to see in the dark, but the expression on Chloë's face probably said enough. "I don't . . . I don't . . . I don—," Chloë started but it was too late. Anything nearby was doomed to ruin as Chloë vomited, and the contents of her stomach spilled out of her mouth onto Ari's shoes and splashed on the ground nearby. "Whoops," she said, and while she felt a little better, she didn't really feel that much better. She still wanted to lie down, but at least the weird feeling in her stomach subsided a bit. Oh, tomorrow was going to be unbearable. Ari shrieked. The sound was surely loud enough to wake a neighbor or two, but even as she tried to hop back, it was too late. “My shoes!” It was at least partly the alcohol that had tears springing to her eyes. They’d been practically new and made her legs look fantastic to boot. Grimacing, she stepped out of them onto the cobbles, still warm though the sun had set hours ago. “That is vile,” she pronounced. “We need to get you to a bed. And a bucket.” Between her scream, a loud burst of laughter erupted soon after. Audrey had to lean against the wall, letting go of Chloë and clutching her stomach. Tears had begun to well up in her eyes as she struggled to get a good breath of air. “I am completely okay not being wasted just to have witnessed this. Oh Faram. I—” she was still struggling to get air. “C’mon,” she continued to heave, searching for air. “Let’s get inside. Let’s get you in bed.” The shriek jolted some soberness into Chloë and would definitely remind her that she needed to somehow pay Ari back for what just happened. Aud, on the other hand, was just about dying of laughter. Chloë had to subdue a giggle that threatened to rise up into her throat, because she was fearful more that she might end up vomiting more instead of actually giggling. "A bucket sounds lovely," Chloë said feeling the fatigue again, "I'll pay you back for the shoes, Ari. Tomorrow though...tomorrow…" she leaned into Aud. All she needed right now was her bed, and maybe that bucket, and definitely the good night's rest. Tomorrow she'd have to face everything that happened tonight. She was never going to drink again. And sadly, this wasn't the first time that Chloë made that promise, and nor would it be the last. |