Roxanna Fielding (bang_a_drum) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2014-03-01 02:53:00 |
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Who: Roxanna Fielding [Narrative] {Yes, more Roxanna. It should pass...eventually. >.>}
What: This girl is a black eye, she's a bruise on your knee
When: Tuesday night-early Saturday morning
Where: Her dorm room, a sorority house
Warnings: Underage drinking, language, TBD
After fleeing Hecate's shop, Roxanna had gone back to her dorm room, eaten a rather perfunctory dinner, and gone to bed without touching her drums once. Her dreams that night were dark, full of blood and ghosts and screaming. All in all, not exactly a restful night, and she drifted through Wednesday in a fog. She begged a sleeping pill from her roommate that night, and managed to not have more nightmares, which made Thursday start off infinitely better.
Like Tuesdays, her days on Thursdays were shorter, so once she was done with her classes, she headed to the library. She checked out a few books on Greek myths, then headed back to her dorm room. She paged through one of the books, but it was long-winded and dry, and her focus kept drifting. Fortunately (or unfortunately, as the case may be), the world still believed that her father and his crazy wife were myths, and the internet was full of myths. So she opened her laptop and googled 'Greek mythology', feeling ridiculous the whole time.
One of the first hits that came up was the Theoi Project, which was organized and indexed six ways to Sunday, and that definitely helped. She looked up her father's name first, liking him less and less the longer she read. Hecate came next, and fear and a slow-simmering rage warred within her as she read. There had to be a way to stop her from using her blood against her, there just had to be.
She spent the next few hours reading about the Olympians (almost none of whom she ever wanted to meet), the Titans, and Hypnos and his Di Nocti kin. Very few of them sounded like beings she wanted to actively engage with, but given that they looked like everyone else, it would be fucking hard to tell them apart from normal humans. Her head was starting to pound, so she shut her laptop and crawled into bed, staring at the dark ceiling for hours before finally falling asleep.
She didn't wake up until 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and upon seeing the time, she flopped back against her pillow, groaning. She'd missed over half the day, so there was really no point in rushing around to get anywhere now. So she got dressed and started making notes in her music staff notebook, looking up when Alice, her roommate, returned.
"You not go to class, Roxie?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's not like you." Alice was one of the very few people, apart from her parents, who could get away with calling her Roxie. This was their second year as roommates, and Roxanna really liked her. They'd done a lot of stupid things together, and stayed up talking late into the night more times than either of them could count.
Roxanna sighed. "I've had a really shitty week," she replied. "Guess I just needed the sleep." She chewed her lip, debating telling Alice the rest of it. "I met my dad on Tuesday."
Alice turned, staring at her. "You mean...your bio dad?" Roxanna nodded, still chewing on her lip.
"What was he like?"
Roxanna laughed bitterly. "A complete jerk. And his wife is just...a crazy bitch. I feel like my head's going to explode, and this whole thing is just a mess, and I hate it so fucking much."
"You know what you need," Alice said confidently. "Alcohol. Lots of alcohol. There's a party tonight, and you and I are going. You can borrow some of my clothes, it'll be great." It didn't take Roxanna very long to agree. Alice hooked her up with an outfit, fixing her hair and makeup until she declared the both of them 'fucking hot like the sun'. Roxanna finally laughed, and they headed out to the subway.
The party was in full swing by the time they got there, loud music pouring out from the open door, and people hardly looked twice at them as they entered. One of the main spots of action seemed to be in the kitchen, where there was an enormous tub of Jell-O shots in small plastic cups. They each grabbed a handful, lining them up on the counter.
"Salud!" Alice cheered, as they touched cups and downed the shots. The rest followed in quick succession, and Roxanna finally felt something unclench in her chest. She didn't drink often, but when she did, it was usually to drown out problems or forget about life for a while. Like right now, for instance.
More rounds of shots followed, and soon everything was soft and out of focus. She was dancing with some guy, who apparently could not grasp the meaning of 'hands, dude'. After one too many 'accidental' ass grabs, she ditched him and went to find Alice. Or more liquor. Either would work for her, at this point. But it was probably for the best that she found Alice before she found the booze, she didn't look any better than Roxanna did.
"Alice," she slurred. "Alice, come on. We should go."
Alice nodded. "One more shot," she said, blinking wildly and trying to hold her head up.
"K," Roxanna replied. She helped Alice up and steered her to the kitchen. They each had their shot, which turned into two, and then three. Roxanna eventually pried what would have been the fourth one out of Alice's hand. "We are...we are leaving," she said, finding English a bit difficult at the moment. "Rather...pass out in the room...than on someone's floor." Alice nodded, and the two of them stumbled outside. Roxanna called for a taxi, since neither of them wanted to deal with the subway very badly, and they poured themselves into the car once it arrived. It dropped them in front of theirdorm, Roxanna paid the driver, and the two of them wrapped their arms around each other and shuffled inside, using most of their remaining brain power to remain upright.
In truly graceful fashion, Roxanna fell over trying to take off her shoes, righting herself just in time to see Alice run to the bathroom to throw up. Her own stomach churned, and she clenched her teeth and willed herself not to vomit all over her bed. That resolve lasted just long enough for Alice to leave the bathroom, since as soon as she did, Roxanna was hunched over the toilet, puking her guts out. Once she could stand again, she rinsed her mouth out and brushed her teeth, then changed into her pajamas.
"Could have done without the puking," Alice said, as she flipped off the lights. "But before that, you had fun, right?"
"I really did," she answered, and it was true. She hadn't thought about her crazy family once, and she was riding the wave of vodka-induced well-being, and it felt great. Tomorrow, she could think about what she was going to do. Everything could keep until tomorrow.