ravenroth (ravenroth) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-09-26 23:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | pete wisdom, raven |
Who: Raven and Pete Wisdom
When: September 16, 2013 (early, early morning after this.)
Where: Pete Wisdom's apartment.
What: Raven has never been drunk before. The results are kind of chaotic. So she stumbles to Pete's, uncertain what to do with herself.
Rating: Likely R.
The drinks were pleasant. The company was pleasant. They had sat out and mapped out the attacks, circled in where they believed the origin to be. Raven had swallowed down the last of her latest Irish Cream, enjoying the sweet and bitter together. She felt relaxed, and was glad of it, even smiling and laughing a little. Then she went to stand.
And suddenly the bar was very, very noisy. Noisy, blurry. Emotional. There were drunk people. They made her feel more drunk. Their laughs and chatter became raucous, chafing at her internally as she scrambled inwardly for her balance.
But it was gone, and she teetered on her heels, slurred out an excuse that she needed to away... Then flew, leaving many confused patrons in the bar wondering what the sudden swirl of black and wave of dizziness was.
So she sought solace. Raven could have sought a place alone, somewhere cool and without feelings, but the thought made her feel brittle suddenly. Hurt. So she sought the only other sanctuary she knew.
That was why suddenly Pete felt an odd wash of cold air followed by the other side of his bed pressing under weight. Raven flopped there, lift her head, discovered her neck felt like rubber and dizzily flopped her face into the pillow and chuckled. "Mmfillow... yay..." She rolled onto her back. "Sho loud... They're all ssssso loud. Like..." She looked up at her own hand, seemingly talking to herself as she tried to demonstrate by flexing her fingers. "Splats. Splatters. Huge webby sssplattersh."
She suddenly sat up, pulling her foot to herself and trying to get her highheel off, her fingers numb and clumsy as she tried to undo the straps. Then she flopped back, pointing at the toe of her lifted foot. "This shoe offends me," she said with sudden clarity to her voice, utterly serious. "It needs to be off my foot."