captain marvel; earth's mightiest hero (captmarvel) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-08-06 07:10:00 |
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Carol sat across the table from Jack and sighed, resting her chin on her palm. The guest was an unwelcome one, but she was the one who brought him home, and she was the one unwilling to kick him out of her home. Rubbing her eyes briefly, she gave Jack a more critical look. "What am I doing?" she wondered aloud.
Jack didn't answer. Jack merely sat there as a horrid temptation, as something she knew she should be strong enough to avoid, that she had survived so long without. There was a voice in her head telling her to get rid of Jack. Just dump him in the toilet or out in the grass or something, but she couldn't force herself to actually get rid of him.
Trying to avoid what she swore was a judging look on the part of her cat, Carol rose to her feet and grabbed Jack around the neck, handily nestling him in with her rarely used cooking supplies. She could resist Jack Daniels' temptation. She could live knowing he was there and not actually drinking the damn whiskey. She was Captain Freakin' Marvel, and she hadn't had a drop of alcohol for years.
Even with the zombies and the people who no longer knew her and the lack of sponsor and--
--no. She could do this, damn it. But she didn't have to pour out the alcohol, either. It would just be there as a reminder that she was better than this, and nothing could go wrong from it.
Right?