eeveevance (eeveevance) wrote in platform_zero, @ 2015-12-21 00:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | clint warrington, emmeline vance |
Who: Clint and Emmeline
What: Pot brownies and whiskey
Where: Emmeline's hut and then murky waters?
When: Sunday night
Rating: Medium
Emmeline had been sinking deeper and deeper into her depressing hole as of late. She had spend a great deal of her saving since arriving on the island on booze, and most days just to get up she had to be at least a quarter inebriated. Or high. Thankfully she had access to pot now, though part of her wasn't exactly sure that had been part of Delphine's plan when it came to her birthday present. She wasn't going to question it though.
But really, Christmas always fucking depressed her. It was the 22nd when her father fell ill, and died only several months after that. But the beginning of his downturn was the beginning of Emmeline's life going to worse hell than it always had been. Plus, she loved her father. And she both blamed herself and hated him for leaving her...
Drinking was so much easier. It numbed everything. Aberforth breaking up with her didn't help. Why did she even bother with trying to build a meaningful relationship with a guy? All they did was step all over her. It was rather stupid, and only made her dream of finding someone that much more of a childish fantasy... whatever. At least there was bourbon.
Though when Clint insisted they were going somewhere after scribbling in her journal, she couldn't help but being slightly annoyed. She was more than fine drinking in her bed, staring at the ceiling. But whatever, she'd pull on her coat, she supposed. But he better make it worth her while. At least three whiskeys. Anything less and she was going home. Grabbing her bag and stuffing a bag of special brownies inside, she stretched a bit and stepped outside, shivering in the cold just as she saw a figure approaching.
"It's too fucking cold out here. I was so much happier in my bed, you know.." she complained, giving him a small smirk.