Discretion - late June, 1967 [Zelos]
She was dying.
That was what Ninkasi decided as she laid halfway across the bed, body limp, in a shitty motel room somewhere southwest of Monterey, California. She could only travel so far before it all caught up with her – everything she tramped down and usually could ignore so easily. That was part of the big reason she went to Monterery Pop. She could drink and party, get high, fuck a lot, and listen to great music... all the while not having to think about the stupid face of the stupid girl Kray had been dating the last time she talked to him.
Which... could have been months ago at this point. She didn't even know. The excuse was that it gave him space so no one got “jealous.” In reality, if she wasn't around to see, hear, or risk smelling anything... then she could get so blasted off her ass maybe she could forget that she hated every stupid face of every stupid girl he ever gave his stupid attention to.
It really was a shame she couldn't drink her sorrows away. But, sex, drugs, and rock & roll helped nicely.
Until she fucked up... and laid in some seedy, shitty-ass motel room... that was an utter disaster of bottles, various illicit substances and paraphernalia, old condoms, random clothes, some food, and a heavy stank of what had probably been at least a three day drug-haze fueled orgy filled the air.
Really, Ninkasi had been fine. She'd been getting herself together, started getting dressed -started, and everyone else was gone already, when the people in the room next to hers started going at it so loud that normally she would have been amused. Would have laughed. Maybe even cheered a bit. But instead, it made her wildly dig through the piles of shit on the table for something... anything... to melt her brain right back into happy “forget you are in love with your best friend and can't ever tell him” land. That's where it would stay as soon as he wasn't with some stupid-faced girl that would bring Kasi's brain into depressed jealous territory where she would remember everything and then remember there wasn't shit she could do about it.
The fact that there was something left at all was surprising. The fact that it said Lemmon Pharmaceuticals on it even more so. The first quaalude, even after 15 minutes, did nothing. She felt nothing. So, she took another. Chased it with a half a bottle of tequila -which wasn't an issue since she could make it herself. Then another, followed by the rest of the bottle. Lather rinse repeat.
Forty-five minutes in and she felt nothing. So, she took another one and started on another bottle when the woman in the next room started barking like a seal in her passion throws. “Anu hates me,” she grumbled under her breath, and reached for the receiver to order a pizza so she eat something while being utterly miserable and cleaning up the DEA goldmine in the room so as to not incriminate the poor mortals that got swept into her “poor me” tidal wave. Hand under the hook of the phone, she walked around the foot of the bed in a torn t-shirt and her last clean pair of underpants when it started to hit her.
There was no hanging up the phone when the pizza order was placed. All she said was, “oh fuck,” as the weight of everything she took finally hit her at once. She collapsed back onto the bed, phone hanging in one hand as she realized this very well might kill her mortal body and while a very small part of her thought “good” -the part that was listening to the obnoxious headboard banging on the wall- the rest of her called out to the only person who could help her. The only person discreet enough to not tell anyone about this. He had to be. His job kind of required discretion. “Zelos... help me...” She didn't bother adding where -he would find her if he came. She didn't even add to not tell anyone -especially Kratos. Kasi figured if it was pointed directly to him, curiosity would pique enough to warrant immediate discretion and time was kind of at a premium at the moment.