Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, |
Audrey had already begun to pile the kitchen counter with various bottles from his liquor cabinet. As soon as she cleared it out, the blonde placed her hands on her hips with a wide grin. “Of all the choices!” she regaled, picking an old bottle and popping it open. If Ari had thought she would share, she was damn wrong. With bottle in hand, Audrey walked over to a coffee table swishing the red liquid in her mouth. “Music! We need music!” “Selfish of you,” Ari complained, but moments later found her own bottle and trailed after, deciding a glass was far too much trouble (and also, perhaps, that she might spill everything in attempting to pour just now). “Well, never mind; if I touch his instruments he will actually kill me, so you’re going to have to make do with singing. I’m rubbish at winds anyway.” She gestured with the bottle as Aud appeared intent on climbing onto the table. “Requests, milady?” In a second she had already hopped onto to the coffee table, back towards Ari, striking a pose with her hip out and a hand on her waist. “10, 9, 8 …” she counted off, knowing her best friend to pick up the song from that mention alone. With a laugh, Ari quickly picked up the melody, leaning against the edge of the couch to keep from toppling over. She had to assume the performance she was about to witness would be very amusing indeed. On cue, her performance began, drunken hips shaking to the beat with copious amounts of sass. Despite her friend singing, she couldn’t help but join occasionally hopping on the coffee table. It was on the final hop to strike the finishing pose, that the table’s legs beneath her gave way and Audrey came crashing down with the table onto to the floor. Laughter erupted from her lips as she rolled on her side, incapable of even beginning to imagine how it must have looked to Ari. Ari had, in fact, fallen to the floor to roll with laughter, too drunk to concern herself with whether or not Aud might have injured herself in her graceless fall. “You --” she managed, “you --” She shook her head, wordlessly, then made a sound meant to imitate a crash (or perhaps an explosion) and choked out, “Needs some work!” “Shut up!” she screamed out in between laughs. “It was a fucking beautiful work of art and you are incredibly lucky to have witnessed such grace that’ll never touch your life again.” “I think your grace killed me,” Ari responded, finally dragging herself into a sitting position. Her torn dress was now around her waist, which fact didn’t bother her in the least. “It was too much for a mere hume to witness.” If Audrey had suffered any injuries from the fall, she wouldn’t know until the painful morning to follow. She moved to reach over for the bottle of wine she claimed as her own, sipping from it like a water bottle. Leaning her back on the sofa, she motioned to the coffee table. “It’s Miles’ shitty taste in furniture really.” Eventually, Ari made her way over with her own bottle, deciding that leaning against Aud was more comfortable than leaning against the wall. “His own fault,” she agreed immediately. “You did him a favor. Now he can get something…. not ugly.” Whether it had been ugly prior didn’t really matter; it was ugly now, being in pieces and all. Unfortunately, Aud wasn’t the most stable of things to lean against, as it turned out; as she was jostled, Ari yelped and dropped the bottle she held, drizzling them both liberally with red wine. “Merde,” she said, with feeling. “I liked this dress.” (That it had already been ruined wasn’t even a consideration.) “So,” she said. “We need a bath.” |