Log : Nishka and Ragnar
Who: Nishka (Loki) and Ragnar What: Nish attempts to take control again, and ends up making very bad decisions Where: The Cat When: Recently Rating: most probably high
She’d been taking back the reigns slowly, in increments, like a child dipping toes into the swimming pool. Torn between wanting to, and yet being afraid to, jump in. This was one of those moments, pushing Loki aside for a few hours to see how long she could stand it before needing to hide again. Or drink again.
Sadie was still out of town, so she hadn’t contacted her yet. And if she was honest with herself, she was glad her ‘sister’ wasn’t here to see this. She was a mess, and it was taking longer than she’d thought it would to recover. Loki was helping, but this was something she needed to do for herself. And inevitably, every time she took control, for longer and longer periods each time, she always ended up at a bar by the end of it.
Nish had always been a drinker, but the amount had varied over different points of her life. Most often, she could be classed as a functional alcoholic, a day drinker, a weekend binger. But functional was no longer a part of the equation, and she was forcing Loki to keep her job, while she got trashed in the evenings. She hated it, but it was all she could do while fumbling for some sort of control over her life. She could spend time back in her own skin, as long as she was drunk while she did it.
The trick was finding out which sort of drunk she would be on any given night. A weepy drunk, an angry drunk, a moody drunk. But tonight she was a flirty drunk. It had been a long time for her. Not so for Loki, but she’d found herself becoming jealous of his escapades while she’d given up control to him.
She’d been eyeing another patron a few seats away from her for the past twenty minutes, attractive for sure, but with several glasses of whiskey he was hot as hell. She knocked back the rest of what was in her glass and slid off the stool she was on, carefully making it the few steps to the seat next to him and then hopping up onto it. “Drinking alone?” she asked, leaning in so she could be heard over the din of music and voices.