Katya Alkaev (redhorse_tea) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-05-24 20:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | irene adler |
Who: Iris & Katya
What: Getting wasted and gushing.
Where: Iris's place
When: The same night as this
Warnings: Drunken tomfoolery and shenanigans
After work, Katya procured a nice bottle of Russian vodka. It would have been expensive in the US, going for eighty dollars easily, but she had brought it over with her all those years ago and kept it ever since. She drank from it occasionally, but tended to keep it for good company. Iris, she had decided, was good company. She also found a nice bottle of Rosa Regale, a sparkling red, under her kitchen sink. Between coming home and finding the vodka and wine, she had gone through half a bottle of champagne, and was pleasantly toasted when she slipped into her room to change. While she had no intention of falling asleep at Iris’s home, she changed into comfortable pajama pants and a short-sleeved top and oversized pink bunny slippers. The slippers were the only frivolous things she owned and she had a deep attachment to them. For no reason.
Wiggling her toes in the slippers, Katya smiled happily to herself. She had decided, on her walk back to Bellum, that this night would be wonderful. Nothing would make it not wonderful. Not guilt, not remorse, not anything. She would go to Iris’s, they would get drunk, and eat scones, and it would be wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.
Shuffling into the kitchen, Katya picked up the vodka, the Rosa Regale, and her keys. She tucked one of the bottles under her arm and left her apartment, only just remembering to lock the door behind her. She was surprised at how hard it was. It wasn’t as if she was that far gone already. Not really. Not at all. She giggled quietly to herself and then, embarrassed, looked around the floor. No one was there. She giggled again and made her way a few feet down the hall to Iris’s. After stuffing her keys into the shallow pocket on the backside of her pants, she knocked on the door. When Iris opened it, she held up both bottles. “Found these,” she said. “They are quite good.” She paused, a frown tugging at her lips. “I should warn you that I have already been having some champagne.” She hoped the other woman wouldn’t mind.