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Pinky Swears Don't Work No More
Who: L Lawliet and OTA
What: Coming down off the high
Where: The Pharmacy/liquor store he sleeps at.
When: Day 14, 9:00 P.M.
Rating: PG for now
Status: Active, and open



L was an Atheist. At least that's what he professed; when he was under the influence in a significant way, he didn't just talk to God. He held conversations with Him. When he was in his right mind, he recognized that his brain's firewall against insanity was probably down while he was drunk or high, bringing out the paranoid schizophrenic in him.

Now, the effects of everything had worn off. L was back in the liquor store, his typical craving for junk food all that remained of the unbearably strong one he'd suffered earlier, with others. It gave L time and clarity to think about the day, how it might have turned out, if he'd actually met anyone during his wanderings. Would he have given Shannon oral sex? Would he have slept with Jenny (or anyone else, for that matter?) Would he have permanently alienated people? Who was to say that he hadn't alienated them, over the journals?

He glanced at the empty cooler in the corner, curling slightly tighter where he lay with Laura's sweater under his head. His eyes stung, and he had to wipe them with the back of his hand. With the undeniable pull he felt toward Jenny, Laura was fading from his memory, like... well, like one who was dead. Every day that passed without her was a day that blurred and confused her features in his mind's eye as if someone had draped a shroud over them. Shoulders shaking, L bit the sleeve of his long-suffering white cotton shirt. Emotionally, he was exhausted. Having known companionship, he missed it now, achingly.