thread: clint and lexi Who | Lexi Montgomery & Clint Warrington When | 23 February, Evening. Where | Clint's place, then a Pub. What | Forgetting. Rating | PG, foul language I'm sure. Status | Closed, Incomplete.
Lexi had certainly had better birthdays. It had started out well. Demi had great taste in boots and Lexi had been ridiculously pleased with the presents she'd found that morning. She'd even squealed ... well, it was as close to a girlish squeal as someone like Lexi could manage. Either way, it was safe to say that she'd been delighted. She'd even worn the grey pair to work. Unfortunately, that was where her day started to go down hill quickly. Not only had she been expected to work on her birthday, but she'd been stupid enough to drink the disgusting coffee on the one day some moron thought he'd doctor it up with a soul mate potion. It was the one thing Lexi feared above everything else ... being tied to person she couldn't trust. There were very few people she felt she could trust, which meant it was much more likely that she'd end up shackled to some bloke who didn't understand her nor could she trust.
Of course, the moment the employees were given the run down of what happened, people were instantly horrified and curious. Some, however, had thought they'd go around touching others to see if their soul mate was within the newly drugged group. She'd hexed the one bloke who had managed to get close enough to lay a hand on her, which helped ward off any others from attempting it. After that, she'd promptly made her excuses and left. Permits and paperwork were just going to have to wait. She was sure Jer would understand.
Having spoke to both Demi and Clint about what had happened, Lexi secluded herself off in her room with a bottle of rum and her clothing. She'd told Clint he was coming out for the night, so Lexi started to mutli-task. Picking out clothes, fixing her hair, mixed with mouthfuls of rum. After about an hour and half the bottle, Lexi decided she was ready to pop over to Clint's ... and by ready, she meant she wasn't stumbling drunk. She could hold her alcohol well. She'd had practice, after all. Right now, she was feeling relatively nice. Light, even. With the half empty bottle still in hand, she focused hard for a moment on her destination before she popped right over.
"Clint! Your hair better not look better than mine!"