meaghan mccormack is a wrecking ball of love. (secretheart) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-06-19 00:54:00 |
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On day eleventy hundred thousand five of the Meaghan Maureen McCormack million-day bender, Meg had found herself wearing jeans with a hole torn in the right thigh, a sloppy white t-shirt with a grass stain from her last Quidditch practice (so ew, quite old) on the front, and a rat's nest on top of her head. Her wild hair had been wrestled into some semblance of a bun on the back of her head, but it was clear that it had been at least forty-eight hours since her body had seen soap and water. She was sitting on her couch in her spacious living room, feet up on her table as she held the half-empty bottle of whiskey between her knees. In short, she was in a fucking state. Marlene was really not into playing Let's Save People From Themselves tonight. She'd had enough of that in the last twenty-four hours, thank you very much, and yet here she was, Apparating over to Meaghan's flat on a night when she really didn't want to be out of the house, wanting to knock the girl upside the head with the 20 zillionth bottle of whiskey the girl had probably corked open in the last three days. Knocking on the front door of the flat -- Meg had better have stayed home, rather than going rampaging through the wine district again before Marlene had arrived -- she waited for the door to open impatiently, trying to talk herself down from just grabbing whatever bottle Meg had in her hand when answering the door and running with it. She probably had more inside just waiting to be opened anyway. Meaghan stood and wobbled over to the door, flinging it open without first checking the spyhole to see who lay behind it. If there was any time where a Death Eater would want to kill her, this was probably a good time to attempt it, because she had completely lost any instinct of self-preservation. Holding the bottle aloft, she flung her arms wide to welcome her friend. "Marlene McKinnon you motherfucker! Come inside this instant!" If Marlene would have known that Meaghan hadn't even bothered to look first before whipping the door open --Marlene's door-opening phobia was still not even close to cured -- she would have been extraordinarily upset with her friend. As it was, it was better to assume that Meg had peep-holed. "Hi Meg," Marlene half-hugged her friend back, making a wild grab for the bottle Meaghan held suspended in the air like an alcoholic piñata. That would be step number one. Well... no, that could be step number two, reserved for after they got inside with the doors locked instead of hanging around outside during a full moon. "And do nooot mind if I do," she said, stepping inside and locking the door behind her, figuring that Meaghan probably would let that little safety feature slip her mind in her inebriated state. Marlene should consider it a blessing from heaven that Meaghan didn't just leave her door hanging open behind her when she entered. She willingly relinquished the bottle, thinking Marly would start sharing with her immediately. Her normally neat flat was a riot of clothes, empty bottles, biscuit boxes, and the like. It was definitely an island of chaos in her otherwise tranquil and posh building. "Have a seat! Are you hungry? Drink, drink up!" She said, plopping back down onto the cushions of the couch. Her eyes were ringed with dark circles and she seemed exceptionally pale, which made her eyes pop in a way that would have been fetching if she wasn't so extremely haggard. "Food would be great. What am I making us?" Marlene inquired, swiftly grabbing the bottle away from Meaghan and moving straight into the kitchen, peering through the cupboards for something to fix. It was a rare occasion that Marlene wouldn't jump into drinking festivities -- anyone who'd been at her birthday party not even a week earlier would have known that -- but Meaghan was really starting to worry her. She wasn't sure if Meg had been sober since she'd gotten out of the hospital, and that was way way too much. Leaving the bottle up in one of the cupboards (she didn't want to pour it out, that was wasteful, but she doubted Meg would go looking for it in with the pots and pans), Marlene poked her head back out into the front area where she'd left Meg, waiting for any sort of request for munchies. She stood when Marlene poked her head back into the kitchen, unsteady on her feet as she followed her. "I have...crisps and biscuits. And crisps! Also, I have some bangers and mash from four days ago that you probably shouldn't eat." That was actually dead-on; Meg hadn't been sober since she had left the hospital against her doctor's advice and the hysterical threats of her mother and manager. She figured that the longer she kept herself in a persistant state of drunkeness, the longer she could go without feeling the pain of what had happened. "Crisps and biscuits it'll be then!" Marlene replied, digging a bag of crisps out from under a mishmash of other things that had collected themselves on the kitchen counter. Or maybe it would just be crisps, as she didn't have the slightest where to find the biscuits in this mishmash. She tossed the bag over to Meaghan as her friend moved towards the kitchen, having peeled herself off of the couch, and went on a mission for the biscuit tin. Ohhh, Marlene was not going to be pleased if she ended up having to fucking clean her house for her. She'd never been the tidiest of people herself, but Meg's flat was verging on ridiculous. "Where're the cookies at; I can't find'em." she finally asked. "The biscuits are in the....icebox." She finished, after much consideration. It took her a good bit of effort to work her way through the thought process of tracking the movement of the biscuits. "That seemed like a good idea last night." She said, giggling. Tearing open the bag of crisps, she began to devour them messily, making sure to pour some into a stray bowl so that Marly could have some as well. She may have been drunk off her arse, but she wasn't rude. "Marlene! Three shots, one for me two for you! Let's toast to your birthday and Scotland and drinking until we can't feel feelings anymore!" "My birthday's been over for almost a week, Meg. I'm not exciting enough to need that many toasts," Marlene said as she dug into the icebox, emerging after a moment with a box of biscuits in hand. Shutting the door behind her, she turned back to watch Meaghan with some regard for a moment as her friend stuffed her face with crisps and frowned. "Actually, I brought over some coffee with me, compliments of my absolutely brilliant coffee maker. Have you ever had a cafe mocha? Because you are totally about to," she explained, sweeping some of the mess on the kitchen table out of the way to put down her bag and pulling out two closed coffee mugs out, casting a quick heating spell on them both as she plunked down in one of the chairs. "Birthdays are very exciting." She said, looking around for the bottle to pour the shots herself. She was very confused when it wasn't within arms reach, or her immediate line of sight. "What did'ya do with the bottle, mate?" She asked, looking around again. She set down the bag of crisps and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, It was kind of remarkable how much drunk people were so much like four year-olds. "Coffee? Coffee is for sober people, Marly. What'er you tryin' to do, sober me up?" She asked with a grin, then picked up one of the mugs and took a sip. "Do like chocolate though." She muttered, almost to herself, and then went in search of her missing bottle. "Could do with some whiskey." "No, sobering up was the general idea," Marlene replied, jumping out of her seat to block Meaghan's path, keeping her away from the cupboard she'd stashed the bottle in. She took Meaghan by the shoulders and tried to steer her back into her chair, folding her arms and trying to look like she meant Business. "Meg, look. I almost feel like a total hypocrite for this because Godric knows that I've had my fair share of drunken festivities lately, but holy shit, you need to slow down, okay? You are going to get yourself hurt." She was rightly surprised when Marlene blocked her path and pushed her into the chair, and she would admit it took a bit of effort not to fight back. She loved Marlene and would never do anything to hurt her, but it was difficult when you were a generally physical person to reign in your instinct to lay waste to whoever dared to put their hands on you--this was probably the root of Meaghan's problems. She wanted to decimate whoever had threatened her and her family, but she couldn't because she had no idea who they were beyond rumors. The feeling of being powerless was driving her crazy. "Marly, I'm just tryin' to have a good time, you know?" "Are you, though? Are you actually having a good time?" Marlene asked, staying where she was for another few seconds before taking a seat at the table as well, not wanting this to completely seem like an attack on her. She was just genuinely concerned for her friend, and knew that it was definitely time for Meaghan's million-day beer binge to draw to a close. And if that meant that she had to bloody tie Meaghan to the chair or something to keep her away from the booze for the night, she would do it. (She also knew that if it came to that and Sirius missed it, he would be terribly disappointed. Sadly for Mr. Black, he was occupied with full-moon festivities for the night.) "If you don't feel feelings, I don't think you're feeling fun either, dude." "What's not to have a good time about? Not thinkin' about all the shit that's going on, not gettin' yelled at by my mum, a few bar tussels, some irresponsible sex. It's all been a very good time." Though her tone was light, it was clear that she didn't actually agree with this assessment. "I'd rather not actually feel fun than feel how fuckin' angry I am, you know? I can't spend my fuckin' time feelin' so uselessly damn angry." "We're all angry, Meg. Things suck right now, but pretending it's not happening isn't going to help either," Marlene replied, definitely catching the fact that Meaghan didn't agree with what she was saying, despite her tone, despite the obvious influence of alcohol. Maybe she should bring up things about the Order with her now, instead of waiting for Frank to do so like Marlene knew was coming. But then again, that would almost be like pulling a Fabian, and she didn't want to do that. "You can still have fun when not drunk off your arse all the time, I promise. But you've gotta use all that anger more…. constructively, not just drinking everyone in London under the table." She frowned, standing up to get two glasses from her cupboard and filling them with water from the tap. A positive step forward, if there ever was one. "What the fuck constructive could I do? If some asshole murderer tries to throw a Quaffle someone. I can block it? I just don't think I'd be of any use to anyone." She sat back down, then drank half of her glass in one gulp. It was clear that she had probably forgotten how to drink anything in moderation. "And I don't know what I did to piss these fuckers off...why do they keep comin' after me? And you and Agnes and Mary and all you fuckers? What the fuck did we do?" "You're good at more than just Quidditch, dork," Marlene replied, having to keep from rolling her eyes. If Meaghan had only been good at Quidditch, she and her would have ran out of things to talk about a long time ago. "And... well," she paused. There were definitely reasons as to why the Death Eaters were after Marlene herself and Agnes, and Mary had a magical sort of way of getting herself into trouble by seemingly not realising that bad things were not just figments of her imagination, but she honestly didn't know about why Meg would be a target, besides being in the public eye and with a bad case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. And technically Marlene was only going to get her into more trouble by suggesting she get asked to join the Order, but at least then they'd be able to help Meg know what to do when trouble happened. "Because we're not going to sit back and put up with their shite," she finally replied. "And they don't like people who aren't willing to give up their rights just so that they can get what they want. But," she added, "it's going to be a lot better for you... safer for you, and for everybody, if you're able to notice when shit's going down. So keep drinking that water," Marlene finished, passing her own glass Meaghan's way. With the rate she was drinking, she'd need it more than her. She finished her glass and went for the second, sipping this one more slowly. "Don't worry, love, I never intend ta sit back and just let things happen to me. And I'll fight these fuckers to the end, if I can figure out a way to be useful." She rested her head in her hand, sighing. She didn't know it at the moment, but Marlene was probably saving her life as they spoke. It was only a matter of time before Meg had slipped up, done something stupid while she was drunk as a priest and got careless. "You're probably right. Of course, you're always right." "Of course I am," Marlene snerked, even though she far from believed it. This time, though, Marlene did know that she was right, and that getting Meg out of this whole that she'd crawled into would be for the best. "More people should appreciate my genius. Seriously, though," she changed the subject (or rather, returned to the previous one), "we'll figure something out. These fuckers have a lot of things coming to them, and we'll figure out some way to make sure they get their comeuppance. Big time," she grinned, returning to her coffee as Meg seemed content with drinking her water. "Hey, you wanna stay over at me and Dorie's new place tonight? I don't think you've seen it yet," Marlene asked, not wanting to leave Meg alone when she was in this sort of a state, but also not really wanting to leave Dorie at home by herself on the full. Maybe she was paranoid. Marlene really didn't care. "We're going to hold out hope that everything works out okay in the end." She said with a wan smile, then finished her water and set it down on the table. She knew, too, that being alone was probably not what she needed to keep right at the moment, and to be honest, the idea of spending more time with friends who weren't random muggles seemed really appealing. "That's a great idea. Let me go pack a bag and we can go." |