Characters: Lisa and Deannotabrokenshell Setting: Lisa's Room Content: Nothing bad Summary: Dean and Lisa talk.
Lisa wasn't a drinker. Occasionally, at neighborhood parties and family gatherings, she would drink, maybe have a beer or two, but otherwise she would never touch the stuff. However, since coming to this place, she had consumed more alcohol then she probably did in a year's time. She had already been down to the local pub twice, drinking her fill of a vodka and whiskey-something she hadn't done since her college days-until her head was spinning. To top it all off, she took a bottle of wine home with her; it had been that kind of few days. It was still in the fridge untouched only because Dean was supposed to be coming by and she didn't want anymore of a headache than she really already had.
Currently, the mom was nursing a bottle of water and seated on the couch, arms folded on her chest and head tilted back against the cushions. Her eyes were closed, but the room was still spinning. Though she was worried about Ben, she was glad he was not here. If he did show up, she would be in better shape soon. It was hard finding out that part of your memory had been wiped clean without your knowledge or permission. What made it so much worse was finding this all out when you had been transported back in time by some magician and your son wasn't with you. Plus, the guy, Dean, had five duplicates running around and numerous others who simply shared his face. She didn't know who she had explained things to and who she didn't. Then there was another her...
Her head was about to explode.
Her eyes fluttered open and she reached for her glass of water, taking a long drink. Maybe inviting Dean, the one who had told her everything, was not a good idea, but she needed someone.