|Jubilee (laminar) wrote in x_emplary,|
@ 2008-03-15 00:44:00
|Entry tags:||jubilation lee, shiro yoshida|
Last orders at the pub, PART 2
Who: Shiro Yoshida and Jubilation Lee
What: Drinks all 'round! Plus a
little lot of chitter-chatter on the side
Continuted from here.
xi. in which Shiro and Jubilee have begun to date
The line had taken literally forever. Jubilee did a quick calculation in her head, and figured that if she'd teleported somewhere with a less crowded loo and back, it would've taken less time than this. If she wasn't now at the front, she would've stomped her foot childishly, probably coupled with a groan and a complaint. It's not like they were going into labour in there, so she could see no reason why she could finish her business quickly, and other people couldn't.
Passing the front bar on the way back to her table, a waitress indicated Shiro and said kindly, "Your boyfriend's waiting for you." It was a bit of a redundant message, but she meant well, so Jubilee was going to play along.
"Oh, he's so needy." She sighed, the exasperated look on her face clearly said, 'men, eh?'.
"I hear you, honey," the waitress replied in sympathy. "My boyfriend's like that too, but he ain't so polite like yours."
"Mm, he's definitely a catch, disregarding the neediness." It was getting very difficult to keep a straight face by this point, so Jubilee thought it was safer to return to her seat, lest she burst out laughing and scare the poor girl. "Better get back to him, then. It's so hard when they fancy you much more than you fancy them."
She left the waitress nodding, and sat down opposite Shiro with a wide grin. "Hi honey, I'm back. Oh and look, you saved all this food for me."
Shiro gave a very small shrug and presented the food with a flicker of his wrists, "Of course, a good man wouldn't eat a lady's dinner when she's obviously and voraciously hungry, would he now? I ordered a little more booze for us, too, if that's okay. Though," a quick stretch of his left arm and sliding of the sleeve gave him another look at his watch (all for dramatic effect, really), "I calculate that if we stay here for one hour and twenty-three more minutes, I'll have a difficult time getting up for work tomorrow." he glanced at Jubilee with a slightly raised brow, "I wonder if you can consider that in your calculations?"
"You can take at least twenty minutes off the travel time," Jubilee waved a hand around, letting it land close to a slice of ham, which she then picked up and dropped on a piece of crusty bread. "That is, if you can handle teleporting on a stomach full of food and liquor." In her experience, teleporting on a full stomach was not a pretty activity. She was used to it, of course, but it would be sad and pathetic if her own powers made her throw up.
xii. in which Jubilee agrees to spare Shiro of...The Slammers (insert time here)
Completely ignoring - or maybe just not seeing - the perfectly large clock on the wall behind the bar, she grabbed Shiro's arm to glance at his watch too. Some of the oil from the ham was transferred to his otherwise pristine shirt, but Jubilee didn't notice at all. "I suppose trying to catch a taxi at this hour is a lot easier than, say, four hours ago." She pondered for a moment before reaching for the food she claimed before. "Help me finish this," she said between bites, pointing at the laden table, "and I'll let you go without the slammers."
'The slammers' were the four Tequila Slammers she'd try to force down Shiro's throat every time they went for a drink. This ploy was not successful all the time. She gave him a look, which plainly said, 'look this is your fault really for suggesting to come out on a Monday night in the first place, and I did warn you about hangovers. Who's the responsible one now, huh? Ha!'
A startled noise came from him when Jubilee grabbed his bad arm and he gave her a small glare when she looked at his watch. As she started talking, he pulled his arm back and gave a little sigh and pursed his lips to a side as he rubbed his wrist a bit and then found the ghosting color on his sleeve. Oh, and this was one of his favorites. "Well, even if I could take your 'porting with a full stomach, I'm not sure that's my preferred means of transportation given that it's late, you've had alcohol, and you'll be feeding yourself silly," he tried to ignore the memory of the stain as he took up a fish finger, dipped it in sour cream, stirring it a bit, "Without traffic, a taxi ride should take just about an hour or so -- less than an hour now that it's late. Thirty minutes if we beat the traffic lights," not that he was insinuating they do that.
He dismissed the idea of the slammers (though really, Shiro could take those slammers with the air of a pro, he and his liver were just very picky on when they'd want to take them and also, he liked to think that Jubilee was often unfair on putting some sudden rules right while he was taking his first shot) as he added, "And you know, if we can't finish this thing, we can just take it home. Maybe give it to Scott for his snacks or something," as a 'doggy bag' that is (yes, he was playing with puns).
He looked up to her as he took a bite and lifted a brow when he found that look. "What?" he asked, chewing a little more.
"Scott'll probably bite your hand off if you tried to feed him anything like that." Her point was emphasised as she took a large bite out of her food, her teeth snapping together loudly. "On second thought, you should definitely do that so we can watch the fun unfold."
Jubilee dusted away the crumbs that had landed on her dress idly, contemplating the garnishing lime on the rim of her glass before squeezing the juice onto her tongue, blinking rapidly at the sour taste. "I can navigate just as good as when I'm completely sober, you know, and it's not like I've had all that much to drink tonight."
To prove this, she pointed to her nose with her index fingers in quick succession. "See? See? Not poking myself in the eye yet."
xiii. in which they discuss the various means of going home (The Cornfield Incident)
"Mhm," he had his sake to wash the fish finger down, eyes still on her. "I'm still not taking that risk. Remember when you ported us over to some cornfield? If I remember correctly, you sort of said the same things," only he was quite sure she was struggling to stand on her two feet, then and he wasn't much better. The experience was definitely funny now that he looked back to it, but Shiro was also quite sure he wouldn't enjoy it a second time.
When he set his glass down, he took one of those deep fried leaves and popped it into his mouth, a very weak crunchy sound crackling through his cheeks as he crossed his arms on what little space he could still rest his elbows on, grabbing fingers well away from his clothes, "No, seriously, if we can't finish this now, let's just take it home -- Scott or no Scott. You could just thaw everything and have them some other time or when you're watching a movie in the common room. It's better than coming home and sleeping with a full stomach." at least he'd always thought that was dangerous. He'd done it when he was younger, several times he didn't like the results.
"Sure, if you're going to take things out of context like that." The cornfield incident was kind of Shiro's fault too - if he'd finished the slammers as planned, then Jubilee wouldn't have had to drink them herself, causing her to be a lot drunker than she already was. You can't expect to be shitfaced and still be able to tell which way was East and even though Kansas was kind of out of the way, no one saw them and she did manage to get them back to New York, didn't she?
She tucked her legs under her seat and leaned towards Shiro. "We can do take-away, but you said you'd help me finish it so I'm holding you accountable." You could almost see the plan beginning to form, involving the scariest movie she could possibly find, and really, really immersing sound.
Reaching into her purse to retrieve her various credit cards, she beckoned the waitress to their table so she could pick up the tab.
"He's not payin' for this?" She asked Jubilee as she took the card.
xiv. in which Shiro (almost) appears to be the Bad Boyfriend
"Well," Jubilee reached over and looped her arm around Shiro's, and replied brightly, "we both believe in having a financially independent relationship."
The waitress nodded her approval before heading back to the bar to settle the bill. "Good for you, hon. Won't be a moment."
Well, in all fairness, Shiro did insist Jubilee leave those slammers alone in the Cornfield Incident. He was even offering to pay for those slammers!
...last he remembered. He ought to have done that.
His chin almost fell into the garlic dip when he felt her arm heavily around him (interrupting his Eyeing Jubilee) and Shiro sort of weakly whapped her off him (his fingers sort of brushed over her temple) so his face didn't fall on the mini sandwiches. He straightened up and tugged his polo top down once by its lower folds. "Listen, just because we're taking it away doesn't mean I won't help you finish the entire thing, right? Trust me, just give me the stuff you don't like and I'll eat them all up like a good boy," he said this as he took up his second ginjoshu and refilled his glass to the bottle's last drop. "And it's just an if-statement, anyway. If we can finish this all up, then there's no problem."
Shiro set the empty bottle aside as soon as it was capped and leaned over to the table a bit as he slid his folded wallet off the back pocket and flipped it open to check his cash, then pressed it shut when he was convinced they could last with his funds. "I'll pay for the taxi," in case she needed to know the obvious. Slipping his wallet back, he picked up one of those mini sandwiches to eat. "Mm, deviled ham," sandwich was tilted a bit to an angle so he could scrutinize the other layers.
When one was drunk, one's judgment tended to be clouded, and under that sort of influence there was no way Jubilee could've made a good decision regarding the leftover Tequila. She had counted on Shiro to stop her, being the more subdued, responsible one, but he was no use at the time, and was probably more drunk than she was. Ergo, she felt justified in saying that the cornfield incident was completely Shiro's fault.
She snorted indignantly as Shiro pushed her off his arm. "You should really just let me have my fun, if only to provide entertainment for other people." There was an almost-pout on her face as she rearranged the strands of hair Shiro displaced when he brushed past them. No matter how many times he might've explained to her, Jubilee still never understood his reservation. She acknowledged it and accepted it, but she never understood it.
"At my expense? No thanks," Shiro stuck out his tongue to Jubilee before he devoured what was left of the mini sandwich he'd held. "You should watch the chin. It was going into the dip, you know?" he looked up to Jubilee when he said this, lifting his glass of sake and sliding half of that warm liquid down his throat, keeping his eyes on Jubilee.
When the card returned to them with the receipt, Shiro busied himself with the crusted bread -- a little toasted and tough and crispy -- and broke it in two to pop the first half into his mouth. The crunchy sound was low and growly.
"So, how long ya'll been together?"
"Two years," Shiro answered before Jubilee might spit out that they were engaged to be married the following week. He smiled at the waitress when she turned to him. "Met at work."
"Oh," she said with a little amused laugh, nodding, "Typical."
"Yeah," and he shrugged as he joined her in her giggling. "Say, do you mind if we ask for your name?"
"Umm..." brows arched at Shiro when he popped the other half of bread into his mouth. "It's Ruby, why?"
"Just so we know who to look for if we ever come back here."
"Ohhh!" Ruby nodded with another giggle, "I see..." when a good second passed with no one talking, she gestured towards the counter behind her. "So, gotta get back t'work," she stepped back, then sort of waved at Jubilee, "Make'im treat you nice, 'kay?" she turned to leave.
"You have no idea how much I love her," Shiro tried, calling from the back and then chuckling. Turning back to the table, he sighed, shook his head and muttered, "See, this is why we should have gone to Harry's, instead..."
xv. in which they are a step closer to being drunk
"But darrrh-ling," Jubilee tilted her head towards Shiro as she returned the card to her purse, purring the word and extending the syllable. "Things at Harry's never get this interesting, they're just a pure 'eat drink man woman' situation where this is all that, plus drama. I just wish I could've recorded that - people would get a laugh out of it."
She chewed on an ice cube before finishing what was left of her Margarita, licking the salt off the rim and half-wishing that she'd kept the lime. By this point, she was feeling a tiny bit tipsy, and seeing how willingly Shiro played along, Jubilee figured that he was probably not quite sober either.
Shiro gave her that delayed Eyeing before moving another glass of margarita to her front -- that thing he'd ordered while Jubilee was in the bathroom, waiting for Christmas to happen. It was true, after 600ml of sake plus a few drops of Bronx Dry and a tiny taste of the margarita, Shiro wouldn't be quite in his proper mind anymore. The way he looked a bit flustered all over was a very strong evidence of it, "Well you'd think it's funny, I don't." he gave a little sigh as he leaned his head against his right fist, its elbow on the table top, "Though I guess at least it wasn't me doing something embarassing like dancing or singing," which he very much liked to do when drunk in a karaoke bar!
He finished his glass of sake a bit too quickly and then, it was to the third bottle for him -- another 300ml for the night. He wondered where this would take him. After refilling his glass with the clear liquid, he reached for one of those bigger chips on the plate before leaning forward and waving the thing towards Jubilee -- almost like how he'd offered her his cherry only less stoic this time, "Heeey, eaaat...I thought you're hungry?"
"Get a couple more of these"- point towards the glass- "in you and you probably won't even realise you were singing and dancing until someone carried you off a table, pants-less." Actually, even if Shiro drank so much he forgot his name, Jubilee doubted this whole dancing naked on the furniture scenario would ever happen.
She eyed the chip, but didn't immediately take it. Instead she sipped her drink casually, wondering how long his arm could be held like that. "This is a really unhealthy habit that we have here, you know. Bingeing, eating fatty foods at this hour. My metabolism is great, so I've got nothing to worry about, but you might not be able to fit into your uniform if this goes on."
Contrary to her warning, Shiro tore the chip with his teeth instead then leaned back to his chair as he chewed. "Thanks for your concern, but my BMI's normal last I checked and maybe I'll need to work out in the end of the week," a wave of his buddy taped fingers, "after this. You keep treating me like I'm your grandfather, geez," he sighed and shook his head, reaching for the thousand island dip (actually, he'd meant for the sour cream one but he obviously missed his aim. This bottle ought to be his last...) and finishing the rest of the chip with a crunchy sound, the peach dressing unable to mix with the otherwise saltiness as told by his quick frown. "I bet you're just saying that 'cause you're seven years younger than I am," a hidden meaning being 'huh, just wait when you reach my age' though that would mean that he'd already be forty...
Sake filled his tongue as he took a break from the food and for awhile there, he just silently stared at the table, his tongue going around his teeth to make sure nothing was stuck there. "...sometimes, do you wonder if our digestive system works differently from anyone else's?" he gazed at Jubilee, lifting his glass over to his lips again, "Given our circumstances and all..."
xvi. in which they discuss the big X (and its side-effeX)
"As in, X-genes give us different constitutions as well?" Jubilee flexed her fingers before reaching for a mini sandwich, picking the salmon off it to put on a discarded napkin. "If that's the case, then it's really too good to us. Because what better than be feared and hated but look attractive while doing it?"
She hadn't meant to sound bitter, really. The volume of her voice had gotten lower without her realising it, having experienced first-hand the dangers of discussing mutations in public, it was more of a subconscious tic than any kind of deliberate decision on her part.
Somehow, Shiro felt the same way as Jubilee which was really the reason behind his hiding their X-genes merely as 'circumstances' which was pretty vague enough. For all anyone knew, they could be internally albino (which was strange enough, already). It wasn't that he'd discussed mutancy in public, though -- it was more that the public had threatened him more than once because of his powers and so he knew the dangers of it quite well.
Still, what she'd said had brought him laughing and throwing his head back, unable to find himself to disagree with what she'd said. It was generally true! Sometimes, he liked to think that aside from saving everyone from the Brotherhood or whatever else there might be for them to save, they were also doing the nation a favor by making sure they weren't overweight -- and that counted as something attractive, right? He lifted his near empty glass to that and drank the contents but unsatisfied, had done so another time after he'd refilled his glass halfway.
He ought to slow down.
"But think about it, it could be possible," he spoke with an equally soft voice as he set his glass aside (reserving what was left of his ginjoshu for his last shot) as he claimed the bronx dry and placed it before him. "C'mon, look at it this way: you're a teleporter but if your anatomy didn't give you a unique sense of kinesthetics, you'd very well have broken your nose landing. So the gene had to do something to make up for that, right? So what if aside from that it's done something else to your digestive system like...increased your ability not to throw up?" he shrugged, "Right?"
It was possibly the alcohol, making him talk big like that. Usually, he'd just keep it to himself, anyway.
That was a fine theory and all. "But normal people, well, actually," Jubilee amended, realising that the phrasing made it sound like mutants weren't normal people. "Okay, less... endowed people have the same skills, too. Maybe we're just naturally gifted, but with more natural gifts on top."
Because if someone had suggested to her that her gymnastics ability was a side-effect of her mutation and not something she achieved through years of hard work, sweat and tears and teared tendons, then she'd probably sock them. She shrugged it off, going along with Shiro's hypothesis. And because she couldn't resist a jab, asked, "What d'you reckon your side-effect powers are then? Running away really fast?"
"No," Shiro rolled his eyes though well, coming from Jubilee, it sounded to him more like just a natural comment. Coming off from someone like Irene -- it would come out as a neverending lecture of doom. "You know, you'd have to learn to run really fast if you want to avoid mobs," was his reasoning. "But the side-effects, hmm..." he looked up as he pursed his lips a bit, "Well, my fireworks can't harm me even if they hit me up my ass. And I think that's it," eyes looked back to Jubilee, as though to see if she was impressed.
Impressed? Hardly. Though the mental image was definitely entertaining. "You know, I would love to see a situation where that could happen come up one day," Jubilee laughed. "And I'm sure there are better ways of avoiding mobs."
Mob mentality was something that was analysed from various angles, particularly if you were an X-Men and the information could potentially save your ass one day. The best way to avoid a mob was to blend in, obviously, pretend to be one of those angry and indignant, but ultimately faceless individuals. Of course, if the day came that they actually had to utilise this strategy of blending, with the exception of Jean, she doubted anyone would do so well. "Though admittedly the leather isn't helping with the avoidy."
xvii. in which things get a little dirty
"The whole problem with the mob happened before I met Charles, when I couldn't control it and often showed it in public," this was him deciding that to call him by a very popular name was better than referring to him as 'Sir Xavier' which Shiro has been used to -- in case anyone here knew who he was talking about and immediately declare him a mutant. It was all paranoia, sure, but it was better safe than sorry, right? As he drunk from his bronx, he added, "I haven't had a problem with them for some time, already."
This was a story she hadn't heard before, or maybe she had, but it slipped her mind. Goodness knows how Jubilee could forget something like a mob in Shiro's past. "Seriously? A whole mob? Like, bats and pitchforks and the whole shebang?" She was frowning, her drink halfway to her mouth as she let the questions tumble out. "How long ago was it? Was this in Japan?"
"No, not that kind of mob," Shiro couldn't imagine being alive still if they had things like pitchforks -- and if the whole chasing happened in Japan, he was quite sure they'd have swords despite the law against them and that would have been a very terrible memory. "It happened here -- in America, you know how things go paf whenever I panic. At those times, I couldn't control them very well yet so sometimes, I paf'd in the streets and that would attract attention and then," shrugging before he stole a chicken finger off the plate. The way this was going, he was robbing Jubilee off her food. "And then I'd run away." He took a bite, "Sometimes, I try to intimidate them. Doesn't work all the time, though."
Jubilee had a tendency to laugh at the most inopportune moment. Now was not an entire inopportune moment, but it was a somewhat serious topic they were discussing, and she went and ruined the ambience by almost spitting out her drink. Coughing, she managed to splutter out, "I'm sorry, it's actually not that funny, but, the idea of you trying to be intimidating? Is hilarious."
Because she couldn't think of anyone that could be less suited to the whole tough man routine. Even Sun, in one of his larger cat morphs, would do a better job of it than Shiro.
xviii. in which things get a bit dirtier
"To you," was all he'd said (one with a heavy tone) and if Jubilee looked, there was going to be a very evident frown on his face while he glared at her. Normally (and by normally, that is if Shiro didn't have anything or much to drink) he would have let this passed with a little joke, a shaking of a head and smiling, sticking his tongue out or just keeping silent. But as that wasn't the case (and even if he knew that what she'd done was a naturally Jubilee Thing he'd long accepted), the poor man had taken her laughter and comments to heart, downing his bronx faster than he'd first intended to. Really, and here he was being honest to his friend and she laughs at him? How so very courteous of her.
He is so not going to help her with the platter anymore -- slammers or no slammers. Nevermind the fact that he was a man of his word, too.
Being, well, her, and on her way to the land of he drunk, Jubilee didn't pick up on the tone of voice that Shiro was using, nor the glare that he sent her way. She was focused on trying to layer her toasty bread with as many condiments as she could without it falling over onto the table. An olive adorned the top, rolling dangerously as she eyed it, wondering how she was going to shuffle this down. Then she noticed the silence and the non-movement across the table. She had assumed that more speech would be forthcoming after the "to you" comment.
She peered at Shiro. "You're not eating. Why aren't you eating?"
"Why do you think?" Shiro still had that ugly curve on his lips and looked and held his drink as though his Bronx Dry was the only thing that can understand him ever. "I was completely honest to you about a really terrible memory of my past and what do you do? You laugh at me and you even doubt my skills to be intimidating," which was very funnily phrased but he couldn't find himself to care to make it more...appropriate. "You know, I was really scared then and I resulted to whatever I could just to get away and stay alive," which was only half the truth, really. While he was scared of being trampled upon or thrown to wherever they might keep mutants docile, them raising hell on him and his powers suddenly failing, etc., he always comforted himself with the thought that if worse came to worst, he could just pull an early/belated Fourth of July right then and there and he'd be safe from them. So the only things that he was really worried on were doing any damages on public property, having to pay for them, and hurting (or worse, killing) his chasers.
"You're only laughing 'cause you never experienced them and you think it's funny," sip. "Well, newsflash, it's not."
Jubilee felt a little alarmed. It wasn't often that Shiro utilised that tone of voice, even if the chances were greatly increased simply because it was her - he would probably never speak like that to Irene. She peered at him, then at the empty bottles on the table. The question 'are you drunk' was all but out of her mouth, but she managed to force it back with some difficulty. After all that sake, of course he would be a little inebriated, coupled with his initial stress from work, probably made for this emotional outpour.
Scooting in her seat, Jubilee made to reach for Shiro's hand. She didn't seem as flustered as he was, but a logical reply came a little more difficult at this hour in the evening. "Look, you know I have constant foot-in-mouth, and you know I can't pick a moment to save my life. I wasn't laughing at you, I was... amused by some silly thing that's completely random and irrelevant."
Look, she was being sensitive, and everything. Savour this rare moment.
Ugh, but those last words had too many R's and syllables for the near-drunken mind. Quite randomly, Shiro actually thought that if they'd had beer, things would be a lot better than it is. There would be laughing and howling in a familiar place and no sulking or whatever in a...well, foreign place. And nevermind the fact that the beer bottles in the fridge back in the X-Mansion were barely touched and the liver might have rejoiced with the absence or rarity of that beverage. So much for mutated anatomy supremacy...or something.
Duller eyes just looked at the little hand that held him, and a part of him warned about the possible oil she might have on her fingertips but whatever, moving his hand away would be too awkward. At a lack of a better response, Shiro just nodded -- then finished his bronx.
xix. in which
Jubilee gives upthey decide to go home (the ending)
And all of a sudden she was really annoyed. She hadn't meant anything by it, him sulking at her and being generally stoic and unresponsive was not going to remedy the situation. She removed her (distinctively un-oily) hand, and ran it through her hair. Fuck it, she thought. Which, to her credit, she didn't say out loud. "I don't think we're getting any more mileage out of this," she lied casually, even though she was still hungry. Unlike Shiro she was not going to act all huffy about it. "Want to go home now?"
Without waiting for a reply, Jubilee stood up and shuffled her feet to make sure her shoes were on properly. It had been an enjoyable evening up to this point.
He looked a little...lost the way he just watched her stand abruptly and he set his empty glass on the table as he stood up -- a little slower perhaps as he began to unroll his sleeves and lock the cuffs. "Uh, sure, okay," he wore his jacket and tugged the open flaps down a bit. "What about the take away?"
"I think I can live if it was left here," she glanced down at the platter, snapping the clasp on her purse shut after getting some cash out for the tip. Ruby, the waitress, had obviously seen her standing up, and had gotten Jubilee's windbreaker from the coat room. She nodded her thanks, not wanting to engage in conversation right then. Ruby seemed to get the point, and as she turned to go back to her other work, Jubilee left a $20 note on their table.
"You taking a taxi? You know the offer still stands." Even though her words may suggest otherwise, her tone was cool, and dissuaded actual taking up on her offer of teleportation. She tightened the belt on her jacket, and waited - out of courtesy - for Shiro before making their way outside.
Shiro's jacket was already buttoned somewhere around his tummy and his backpack of obsessions slung over his shoulder. Whether or not it was much to Jubilee's luck, though, he shook his head and stood by the edge of the sidewalk, looking around a bit, "Let's just take the taxi..." The moment he'd seen one, he lifted an arm to hail it. "I did say I'd pay for it."
Jubilee shrugged as she watched the taxi come to a stop near the curb. "Well, I'm sure as hell not paying for it if I'm not taking it." She would be going home tonight - it had always felt a little weird sleeping at Xavier's when there was a perfectly functional and cosy apartment on the Upper West Side she paid for each month. Rent in New York wasn't exactly cheap, so why let it go to waste?
She was leaning a little on the car as she waited for Shiro to get in, before she could go and find somewhere less conspicuous to teleport.
The door opened and he stepped off the sidewalk before he turned towards Jubilee, smiled a bit (he still felt bad...kind of) with his lips and gave a little wave and an inch of a bow, "Thanks for tonight, I'll treat the next time." having said this, he ducked into the taxi and pulled the door shut.
The taxi drove away.
Jubilee turned around as soon as it did, and wished for a moment that she had a scarf, or something, but knew that it would be redundant, seeing as she would be indoors anytime she liked. Turning a corner and making sure that no one was there to see, she teleported back to her flat, where she fell back on her bed and went to sleep, too lazy to wash up or change clothes.