Kaleigh Peters ✈ Captain James T. Kirk (kirkout) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-06-11 20:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | kal peters, mikhail sokolski |
Who. Kal Peters and Mikhail Sokolski
What. Kal is... drunk. And singing in a bath tub. The only person around to tell her to cut the shit is Mikhail? Poor Sulu
Where. Kal's house in Phoenix, Arizona
When. Saturday night, June 11th, 2011
Warnings. TBD?
Twenty-eight days. That is four weeks, eight hours, thirty-eight minutes and twenty-six seconds since that knock on her door that had ruined her life. If you think Kal wasn't the type to keep count of things like that, well, you'd be wrong. And in those four weeks, she'd spent a lot of time doing the math. How long it'd been since their first kiss. Their first hug. The first time Ryan had ever spent the night, the first time they'd ever exchanged gifts. The first time they ever spoke? April 28th, 2010. Just a little over a year now. At the time it had felt like forever, but now... the reality of just how short of a time they'd had together was almost too painful to bear.
So, Kal drank. She'd always been a bit of a lush, something she'd always liked to blame on Kirk even though that was only half true. But this past month Kal was pretty sure she'd drank more than an entire fraternity during rush week. She didn't care. Or she did, but it took too much energy to care. Ryan was dead, and for awhile there nothing else seemed to really matter. Then Nila died, as a result of whatever the fuck new disaster was happening in the reincarnate community this week, and that was the icing on top of an already shitty, over baked cake. That hit Kal hard of course but it hit Kirk much harder. That was a friend he'd lost, so now they were both drowning their sorrows. In Kal's bath tub with a bucket of ice and a bottle of champagne, singing along to the iPod speakers blaring from the other side of the bathroom.
"Eeeevery rose has its thorn!
Just like eeevery niiiight, has it's daaawwn.
Just like eeeeeeevery cowboy sings his sad, saaaad sooonngg!
Eeeeveryyyy rooooose has its thornnn, YEAH IT DOES."
Kal's singing was horribly off key but she sang anyway, she sang her little captain heart out as she waved her arms about and scattered more bubbles into the air. She'd always liked bubble baths but she especially liked them now, when she was less sober and singing so loudly she couldn't hear her own muddled, drunken thoughts, or Kirk's. Well, except when Kirk decided to be obnoxious and shout over her. YOU KNOW THIS ISN'T REALLY THE BEST WAY TO GO ABOUT FIGHTING BACK. AND I KNOW COMING FROM ME THAT MUST SOUND HILARIOUS, BUT SERIOUSLY KAL. YOU'RE AS BAD AS ME NOW.
Kal just rolled her eyes and kept singing, her eyes screwed tightly shut as she sunk lower into the bubble filled water and brought the bottle of champagne out of the bubbles to her lips, taking a huge swig. One of these days, she'd get off her ass and start doing something better. One of these days... but not today. Or so she thought.