Christopher 'Corsair' Summers (earnedmywings) wrote in epicenes, @ 2008-12-28 19:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel, destiny |
Who: Waverly and OPEN!
What: drinking
Where: she's wandering the house
When: late in the evening
Warnings: R for her mouth, which is foul.
Waverly wandered the house, a bottle of vodka in hand. Her high metabolism meant that she had to drink a lot and frequently to get drunk, which was her aim that particular night. Kidnapping brats hadn't been what she'd signed up for. Dealing with psychopaths wasn't her idea of a good time. Attacking children just didn't do it for her. She knew what was happening was wrong. If they were going to attack humans, then good for them. She'd join in with gusto. But attacking their own? Stealing some baby who didn't even know how to wipe his ass yet? It didn't mesh with her idea of how things should be.
She took a long pull from the bottle and teetered a bit more, her wings out to stabilize her, or at least warn her when she was too close to a wall. She wanted to call Magnetra out, tell her that this whole thing was bullshit, and that this particular mutant had no more time for bullshit.
But she stopped at the office door and wobbled on, cursing mildly under her breath when she ran out of vodka, throwing the bottle down so hard it broke.