Adelaide Hawkins WILL say the wrong thing. (gracelessheart) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-03-20 00:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [03] march, charlie h. |
WHO: Adelaide & Charlie
WHAT: Quality time!?
WHERE: The (closed) Four Horsemen
WHEN: March 19, 2019
STATUS: In progress
Addie had gone back and forth on it all afternoon, over and over again until she'd finally decided at six o'clock: Be sober and dignified when Charlie showed up for the disconcertingly normal task of watching television together, or be so drunk by the time that Charlie got there that she wouldn't really be able to give a damn how insane and weird and inexplicable this entire damn thing really was?
She'd made her first mojito by six-thirty, and by the time Charlie arrived at seven Adelaide was sitting at the piano sipping thousand dollar scotch from a tumbler with one hand, and playing honky tonk melodies with the other. She wasn't near drunk enough still, but she got her brother's lady a glass, and enough scotch that it would have to be measured by fists rather than fingers.
Now, four episodes of 30 Rock and any number of refills later, Addie and Charlie were on the floor behind the bar, convenient as it was where both the power plugs and the booze were. The laptop sat facing them from the lowest shelf, where laugh tracks and theme songs were almost terribly familiar. Adelaide had made herself comfortable in a nest of more blankets than was really necessary, and had even offered to give up some, and they both had worked up a good drunk. Normally Adelaide's posture stiffened at the mere sight of Charlie, so this was very, very different.
They hadn't said much of substance up to this point, but abruptly Adelaide looked over at Charlie, chin resting on fists. "If you were gonna cast Apocalypse survivors as 30 Rock characters, who am I?" she prompted. She itched to know what Charlie really thought of her, though she'd never have admitted that. She knew it wasn't good, but the buried-deep part of her was just plain curious. As far as her sober self was concerned she didn't give one damn, but that wasn't for right now. When Adelaide drank, her speech became impossibly impulsive. She was sure it would only get worse from here now that the cork was off.