Whatever, bitch. (whatever_bitch) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-05-17 21:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | jubilee, loki, rose wilson |
Who: Rose Wilson, Jubilation Lee, Loki Laufeyson (NPC: Eira)
Where: Rose's apartment
When: May 9 (backdated!)
What: Jubilee wants a babysitter for her turtle. Rose already has her hands full.
Rating: PG-13 for language, drug reference
Rose wasn't sure whether that was someone pounding at the door or it was just her head. She laid in bed, wanting to move to reach her cigarettes, but they were just so far away being on her nightstand and everything. And then who knows where her lighter was; probably in her jeans pocket, but those were on the floor and that was even further away.
What happened last night? She could remember bits and pieces; she remembered what started it all: she was sitting on her bathroom counter making fun of Loki for his terrible child bathing skills (of course, like she knew much better, but whatever, it was so much more hilarious this way) and had suddenly started thinking about her own terrible father and left abruptly to go out.
She remembered having a lot of shots at the bar. She remembered doing hash and from there it got blurry and she wasn't sure what was a vision and what wasn't; she was pretty sure she made out with that random girl in the bar bathroom stall. She wasn't sure why her jaw hurt so much, but assumed she probably got into a fight. It kind of felt like she'd been hit by a truck. A very big, angry truck that had run her over, reversed and then ran her over again.
She wasn't sure if she remembered she had house guests when she got home and couldn't remember if she dropped all of her clothes before she went into her bedroom like normal. She did remember hugging the toilet for a long time and someone laughing at her. She did remember wishing that she had a penis just for the convenience of having to stand and pee instead of having to clean the barf off the toilet seat first. She also remembered hearing Slade's voice telling her I'm disappointed in you, Rose.
She pulled her pillow over her head. Just the act of opening her eye made her brain hurt. "Can someone please stop that fucking pounding?" she called out to no one in particular.