phillipa flint (pippips) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-04-15 18:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !bingo, !thread, character: phillipa flint, location: diagon alley |
who: phillipa flint
where: some bar, diagon alley
when: 15 april, evening
what: foul play, dun dun dun
status: complete
warnings: poison?
bingo: potions
Phillipa was tired. Not physically so much as mentally, emotionally. She'd been running on empty for weeks in those regards, and then somehow even less so after going to visit Lucas in Portugal. And now he was back, but that didn't put her mind or heart at ease. She felt unsteady, not knowing where they stood. After Portugal, she honestly had no idea. They'd never fought before and now he was back, and it seemed like they'd forgotten how to talk to each other. At least, she didn't know how to talk to him. He didn't seem to be doing any better. So old habits felt the best to fall back on. Going to a bar after work, enjoying enough wine to feel happier about life, and then heading home - that was the plan. Though, rather than her flat she had every intention of going to the house Viktor had gotten. It was far more luxurious than her place and she wanted to feel better in any way she could. So she drank, and the glasses of wine hit her harder than she expected. It shouldn't have been enough to get her drunk, Phillipa was aware of that, but it was hard to focus when her head felt so fuzzy. She drank wine more nights than not, and she hadn't had any more than usual - it was even a wine she was familiar with, too. But the room was spinning, and she felt unsteady as she shifted from her seat to stand, her heels not feeling solid beneath her feet for the first time since she was a teenager. Drunk was one thing, and Phillipa knew it well. She also knew what she feeling was not that. She reached for the table, but her arm felt like it was moving through molasses, slow and taking more effort than it should. Her hand and fingers were clumsy, bumping against the edge of the table rather than gripping onto it, and her entire body felt like it was spinning, but not everything in the same direction. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, unable to move to help her speak, call for anyone to help, and the only part of her that felt like it was working at a normal speed was her breath, quickening as she felt panic set in, feeling helpless and completely out of control of her body. She felt her legs give out but was unconscious before she hit the floor, crumpled in a heap. |