Who: Maureen What: Without Joanne someone to make her be good, Maureen is spiraling out of control. And this round of her escapades ends in a breakdown. Yes, she can be a complete mess when she wants to be. When: Last night, then moving to the current time (AKA time this was posted) Where: Starting at the complex, then a club, then a stranger's house, then back to the complex Warnings: Language, alcohol, sex (both straight and girl sex. What? Maureen's a whore!). Though there's not much detail on the sex part, but probably best not to read this at work. Status: Narrative, complete Notes: This whole downward spiral was started during the Famine plot. Maureen has been noticeably not around/in her apartment except at odd hours, though I think Mark's about the only one who'd realize this since, you know, Roger and Maureen hate each other and Roger is...well, Roger and coming off drugs again.
The fact that her pattern of behavior lately was now beyond destructive went unrealized by Maureen. She was having fun, and that's all that mattered, right? It wasn't like she was killing anyone or shooting up. What was wrong with getting drunk and hooking up with strangers? Well, there was a lot wrong with that, but Maureen wasn't exactly seeing that. She'd always been one to have fun, even before Famine had come along, but ever since that Horseman had come into town, Maureen couldn't go a day without going out. As such, she'd become mostly nocturnal. She'd wake up sometime in the early evening, spend a while getting herself ready, then she'd head out to a club. Some nights she'd go home with someone she met at the club Others she'd have the fun at the club, then catch a taxi back to the complex. There was a night when she'd stumbled her way back to the complex. She was very lucky she hadn't been accosted by thugs or picked up by the police.
Maureen was just putting the finishing touches on her make-up. Once she finished, she looked herself over in the mirror. When she deemed herself ready to go out, she headed off to her first stop for the night, which was a bar. Tonight, she wanted to get buzzed before hitting a club. After a couple drinks, she left the bar and headed to her favorite club. She hit the dancefloor, and it didn't take her long before she found her first dance partner. It only took a few choice movements of her hips before she had the guy wrapped around her finger. They danced a couple songs, then he offered to buy her a drink. Weaving their way through the crowd, they eventually made it to the bar and ordered drinks. Maureen wasn't exactly one for small talk, so she dove right into flirting, pressing her body close to his. Luckily for her, he took the signals and reciprocated them. It didn't take long before they were making out and feeling each other up. It was then a predictable path after that. They found some private spot and fucked. But as Maureen's appetite had become voracious, she was no where near satisfied. After finishing with that guy, Maureen got herself another drink, scanning the crowd to see if there was anyone else worth working up.
It was then that she saw a woman that resembled Joanne. Maureen's breath caught in her throat and she couldn't help but stare at the woman. She knew it wasn't actually Joanne. For starters, the woman was quite a bit shorter than Joanne was. Maureen turned around and ordered two shots of vodka, which she downed in quick succession when she got them. She'd made up her mind that she was going to approach the woman, and she needed liquid courage to do so. Drawing in a deep breath, she walked over to the woman and asked if she wanted to dance. A bit to Maureen's surprise, the woman agreed, having made a comment about how she'd seen Maureen staring. They moved to the dancefloor and spent a good hour just dancing, bodies rubbing together, the temperature between them rising. Maureen lost herself in the music and the woman. Neither of them asked the other's name. After all, remaining anonymous kept things more exciting. When they needed a break from the dancing, they went to get a drink. They'd both had intentions to return to the dancefloor, but instead Maureen couldn't help herself but to get touchy feely. It was a quick move from there that the Joanne look-alike invited Maureen back to her place. Maureen accepted. Why wouldn't she? While she wouldn't have said as much to anyone, Maureen had missed Joanne. And since Joanne wasn't here, why not make use of someone that looked like her?
They managed to make it back to the woman's house, and as soon as they got inside the door, Maureen made the first move, pulling the woman against her and kissing her deeply, almost needingly. They left a trail of heated passion to the bedroom, knocking a few pictures off the wall and bumping into walls and a table on their way. The night passed in tune with heated passion, neither woman caring how much time was passing. It was roughly eight in the morning when they finished. The numbness of the alcohol had long since passed, but Maureen found she really needed some right now. She was getting far too emotional, and before the other woman could ask her anything more, Maureen made an excuse to leave, dressing quickly and finding her own way out. It was for the best, she told herself as she walked down the street. She looked largely out of place in her club clothing walking through a sea of people heading to work. She was heading towards the nearest liquor store. Oh she needed a bottle of vodka before too much more time passed. But of course once she realized the time, she knew she'd have to wait for that.
So instead, Maureen went for a walk, doing everything in her power to keep her mind from going to Joanne. Oh she knew Joanne would've hated this and bitch about it. How many times had they had that argument about Maureen's inability to grow up and act responsibly? It all seemed like it had happened a lifetime ago, especially when Maureen had been good. Oh she'd tried, she'd tried so hard to be good, but Valentine's Day had been the final straw. She couldn't take it anymore. She'd felt smothered living with rules, letting Joanne dictate her every move. That wasn't her, and Maureen wanted freedom. While other people may not see it, Maureen did love Joanne, but she just couldn't change enough where both of them could be happy. She'd laid down the line for Joanne to take her as she was or leave her. And both of them chose to leave.
"So much for love." She muttered, shaking her head. What good came from dwelling on this? None, that's what. There was nothing she could do now, and she shouldn't complain. She could party to her heart's content now and no one could stop her. Oh they could try, and she knew Mark would try once he learned of her activities, but the only person that ever really managed to reign her in was Joanne, and she wasn't here. So Maureen would continue doing what she wanted, and not care that she was killing herself in the process. Or at the very least killing her liver and putting herself at risk for picking up some sexually transmitted disease. Though she did make the men she hooked up with take the proper precautions, but nothing was ever completely guaranteed.
She walked around until the liquor store opened. She went in, found the strongest vodka they had to offer and bought a bottle of it. Maureen headed back to the complex, opening the bottle and taking long swigs of the vodka as she went. It didn't take long before she got a buzz, considering she had an empty stomach. And when she reached the eighth floor, she couldn't quite manage walking in a straight line, but she didn't fall over. She did her best to not draw attention to herself as she got to her room, knowing she had neighbors on both sides of her. Maureen unlocked her door and stepped inside, but the instant the door was shut behind her, she dropped her facade. Leaning back against the door and sliding down until she was sitting on the floor, tears started falling down her cheeks. She needed Joanne. She'd never say that out loud, at least not while she was sober.
"Pookie..." Maureen whined, hoping the stupid seals would bring her here to fix things. She took a long drink of vodka, trying her hardest to keep herself from falling apart completely. But the truth was, she'd all ready fallen apart, she just refused to see it. She was a mess, and God knew she'd throw a diva fit about it if someone tried to point it out. But while she was here and alone, she could cry and let herself be a mess. A drunken mess, at that. For now, she would just drink and cry and wish Joanne was there. And hopefully sooner rather than later the vodka would cause her to pass out.