WHO Evie & Peter Quill WHAT someone's home WHEN Monday evening WHERE Their house WARNINGS Mentions of underage drinking, lots of sex, magic, and bad decisions STATUS Closed | Incomplete
Evie hadn't been home since Tucker had said Peter had been sent away by the dome. She hadn't been happy with him in the least for being the bearer of bad news and it had been satisfying to verbally smack him up and down. Not quite as fun as actually smacking, but oh well. Instead, she'd turned her energies to numbing the pain with as much alcohol, sex and magic she could manage. She danced at the strip club and left the costuming to Sally, and spent the rest of her time drinking wherever she could. Jughead cut her off after a certain point if she drank at the Wyrm, so she hit up Verdant and took great pleasure in the numerous hookups the private nooks got to experience.
Eventually though, she needed to go back to the house. Mal had already done some poking and it was just a matter of time before Kate decided she needed to have a heart to heart with her or something. It had been a godsend when her phone had died a few days ago, since that stopped some of the nonsense, but she needed a shower and some actual sleep and that was something she was doing in her own spaces because she'd had enough of other people. It had helped plenty at first, but the returns were diminishing into something too minuscule to even be worth the effort. Which sucked, but there it was.
She let herself in and automatically headed for the stairs, except she stopped when she heard a familiar voice. "What the fuck?" she muttered as she changed course to follow the source of the voice.
"What the fuck?" Evie repeated, disgusted at the sight of Peter mother fucking Quill just there like everything was hunky dory. Her hand tightened around her phone. There was a very good chance she was going to throw it at him.