who ? Arran Higgs and Chloe Pucey. when ? Tuesday 30th January, after this. where ? Arran and Chloe's home(s). what ? Arran is confused, drunk, and love-potioned. warnings/rating ? Still unwilling / unwitting consumption of love potion. status ? Complete.
Arran had said a somewhat uncomfortable goodbye to Roger in the road between their two houses before heading through his own door and - not finding Chloe in his house - then through the permafloo. Rock came to meet him, humming in a way that sounded sleepy, or maybe Arran was just drunk. He stooped down, ruffling Rock's fluff before shooing him into his bedroom and searching the remaining rooms for Chloe. He felt confused - like his head and body were thrumming with too many feelings, and half of them contradictory. He felt annoyed at Roger, which he hated, and he felt bad for Cora that Roger had been speaking so poorly of her. He wanted to go over and comfort her, tell her it would be alright, but he didn't know where she lived, and anyway, she was probably still at the pub. There was a nagging feeling of guilt, too, for which he blamed Roger. Arran wouldn't have thought anything of it if Roger hadn't gone on making his suggestions.
Finding Chloe already in bed, though not asleep, Arran shuffled under the covers beside her. "Ugh," he announced, expressively. He wanted Chloe to make him feel better, but that meant explaining, and Arran didn't know where to begin. "It was such a good game," he whined. Why did such a good game have to have been tainted by confusing feelings? "Roger thinks I was hitting on Cora," he announced, without bothering to give any context first. "But Roger was being weird. And now he wants to talk about it when I'm sober, but it's not going to be any different then." He frowned, wondering if perhaps he was being selfish. "Hi," he said, sheepishly. "How are you?"