elliot nash (ea_nash) wrote in nearside_rpg, @ 2010-01-17 15:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: elliot nash, character: kayla hart, location: sunnyside, player: amber, player: zanne, status: incomplete |
Who: Kayla Hart and Elliot Nash
When: January 17, mid afternoon
Where: Elliots Bedroom
Rating: mild for cursing?
Elliot didn't remember a lot of things about the night. He remembered running into River, but he didn't remember when or why he had started drinking with her. He didn't remember getting as wasted as he did, he didn't remember going online and telling everyone how drunk he was. He did remember River's lips though. Just vaguely. And he kind of remembered sleeping with her, though not in any details, it was more like a foggy dream than reality. Except that he was 99.9% sure that it had happened and he wasn't sure how to deal with that. He needed to speak to Kayla. She would tell him what a whiney child he was, but she would tell him what to do about it.
He was in pretty bad shape though, so sick feeling that he didn't want to move an inch. He had to call his store, the store he practically ran and tell them that he wasn't going to be making it in. They understood of course, but Elliot had never called in sick to work before. He was curled in a ball on his bed, his laptop closed and placed carefully on the floor in front of him. His lights were off and a thick towel covering the window to block out the sun, the room had been made extra dark in an attempt to combat the killer headache that he had. On the night stand, amongst empty alcohol bottles and sat a large banana milkshake, a cup of coffee and a bottle of aspirin (brought to him by one of his roommates who pitied him). He didn't lift his head when he heard the door open. He let out a noise that was half groan, half whimper and draped his arm over his eyes.
"Fuck. Kayla." He whined as the door shut. He didn't even know how to explain what was going through his mind. "Kayla. I really... I messed up last night. I barely remember anything." He said with a sigh. The smell of the empty alcohol bottles was starting to make his stomach feel worse.