leona turner's love life is up in flames (tigers_andbears) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-01-13 14:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, leona turner, nathan mitchell |
WHO: Nate Mitchell and Leona Turner
WHAT: Leona is drunk. Her knight in shining armour appears and escorts her home.
WHEN: Saturday night
WHERE: Pub Night
WARNINGS: Silly, drunk girls
STATUS: Complete!
Leona was having a splendid time. She had drank, danced, sought out and hugged everyone who was part of the European rescue ops, then drank and danced some more. Her feet had throbbed unaccustomed in heels initially, but now she barely noticed them. And she felt so much more graceful than normal. Everything was wonderful! “Oh my gosh, this is the best night ever,” she declared cheerfully to someone at her elbow. “But I think that I’m going to sit down for this song. You look kind of drunk,” she added with as much concern as her current state would allow. “I think you should drink some water or something. One glass for every drink you have. I’m a prefect. I know these things.” Thus declared, she commenced what she had initially calculated to be a graceful perch on the edge of a chair, only to somehow slide off and end up on the floor. “Whoops,” she said cheerfully, then burst into giggles. Nathan never had more than two beers, which for someone his size was nothing. He’d never really been able to get drunk like normal people – his power and what it could do if he hurt himself while intoxicated was more than enough to put stop of that. He’d thought about leaving following the wake, but somehow he’d stuck around, and was there when Leona turned into a giggly heap on the floor. She’d said she would give away the tickets he’d let her have, but from the way she looked... he wasn’t sure that had been true. “Hey,” he said, coming over to pull her off the floor, because really, someone should. “Everything all right?” “Everything is great,” Leona enthused, stressing the last word. “This is a great night and Davi and Errol are having a great time and you’re great too!” Wriggling out of his grasp with the abrupt evasiveness that only the drunk could manage, she threw her arms around his waist in a bear hug. “I am very great,” Nate said solemnly, trying to put his arm around her enough to steady her, and, not for the first time, wondering why girls chose to wear heels when they knew they were going to get drunk. It seemed pretty impractical. “And so are you. Great enough, in fact, that your bed would be very happy to see you right now.” “Oh, so you mean my night is over?” Reality finally sinking in, Leona stared up at him with her best set of puppy dog eyes. They didn’t work. “Awww....” “Yes.” He wasn’t very good at being patient with drunk girls, always having been better with kids than people his own age. “Come on. Time to go.” Fortunately for Nate, Leona was a rather placid drunk, and had been conditioned since her early years to cede to a higher authority. “Okay!” she said cheerfully, stretching up and slinging her arms around his neck. “You’re so warm,” she added with some surprise, giving his shoulder a clumsy pat. “Oookay, let’s go.” Nathan hugged her back briefly before pulling her back towards the dorm. He didn’t mind Leona hanging on to him like he was a glorified walking stick, because some things it was just better not to fight. Especially when the one inflicting them on you was very young, very drunk and very giggly. “So, have fun today?” he asked as they headed towards the exit. “Kinda seems like it.” “Yes I am!” trilled Leona merrily. “I really needed those drinks. And I still have two drink tickets left, but ooh, they’ll expire before the next weekend.” She pouted, then brightened up once more as she spied a solution. “Here,” she said, wriggling away to press her tickets into the hands of Carter from Swan. “You still look relatively sober! Have a good night!” She subjected him to yet another of her hugs, then darted back to Nate, her third stride turning into a hop as she tried to maintain her balance on heels. Nate caught her again. Seriously, this high heeled shoe thing, why did girls do it? It made no sense. “I’m relatively sober as well,” he said, steering them towards the exit. “But I don’t mind. Cuts down on the falling over.” Just one of the many rules he’d put down for himself. He’d never even dared to think about what feral Nathan would be like drunk. Best not find out, really. “I think you’re tall enough without heels,” Leona philosophied. “Though if you fell over... Timber!” she cried out, then threatened to slide out of Nate’s grasp once more with her bellyaching laugh. “Yeahhh. I’d hit my head on the sky if I wore heels.” It was probably the strangest thing he’d said in a while, but Leona wasn’t exactly on her way to sanity anytime soon. She was far too drunk for that sort of thing. Nate grabbed Leona tightly around the waist, made sure she held on to him and walked them across the grass. Whatever she’d feel in the morning, it wouldn’t be great, he was sure of that. “So, how many drinks did you have?” “Three. And then more.” Leona ticked off fingers, Nate more carrying her than guiding her as her heels sunk into the dirt with every step. “But I gave some away! To Davi and Errol. And that... Swan guy,” she added, struggling to recall Carter’s exact name. “I’m like a gift that keeps on giving, you see.” “Yes,” Nathan agreed. “You really are.” He would really like to get Leona into bed before she puked all over him, and hurried them on just a little, leading her inside and finding the lift to take them upstairs. “What floor?” he asked her. “7H!” she sang, leaning against the cooling surface of the lift wall after they’d stepped inside. “Ooh, that feels good.” Nate shook his head and punched the button marked 7. Leona was only two years younger than him, but when she was this drunk it felt like a lot more than that. He did have a little too many dad genes, and sometime they really came out to play. Like right now. “Laying down will feel even better,” he promised. “Maybe not when you wake up, but right now it’ll be pretty awesome.” “Okay,” agreed Leona cheerfully as they made their way down the hall. “Now we must be quiet in case Jade is asleep and we wake her up,” she warned, the prefect side of her sliding out every now and then in spite of her inebriated state. “I can be quiet,” Nate said, and quite seriously too. She was sounding so solemn that it was hard not to mimick her tone. They made it into her dorm all right, and her roommate was gone, but there was one thing he had not counted on. Bunk beds. “Oh, great,” he said, looking back at Leona. “Please tell me you sleep in the bottom one?” Likewise Leona had been struck by the magnitude of the problem. “No,” she breathed. “Jade sleeps on the bottom so that the light doesn’t disturb her and I need the light on after I was kidnapped.” An admission which she would have been reluctant to make, had her usual filters not been washed away by Tequila shots and even a pint of Guinness. Gazing up at the insurmountable summit of the top bunk, she made a noise of dismay which sounded suspiciously like a literal “ruh-roh.” Despite Leona’s apparent intoxication Nate was just a little too polite to facepalm right in front of her. And he’d faced worse challenges. Probably. Some time. “Shoes off,” he said. “And I’ll just... um, toss you up there. I guess.” “Whooo, it’s like Sir Edmund Hillary with Everest.” Leona kicked off her shoes and stood patiently (although swaying somewhat) waiting for Nate’s boost. “Except not quite, maybe?” “More like Lady Leona with Mount Bunk Bed.” Luckily Leona was tiny, and training had, despite his best effort not to, made Nate a lot stronger. He grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up. She struggled valiantly to make it over the board on the side, and although it wasn’t exactly graceful, she made it. “There you go. Time for sleep.” “Good night, Nathan.” She gave him a sleepy smile and tucked her Thorin doll under her arm, making two clumsy attempts to brush the hair off her face before she succumbed to the combined efforts of her drink tickets. |