[Lindsey/Duncan] - Drowning your sorrow

[whatdoesdequal]

Who:Lindsey, Duncan
When: Sunday afternoon, 6/12
Where: Lindsey's apartment
Before/After: n/a
Warnings: Drunkness, awkward moments, Duncan


[Being stuck on another world with nothing to do while your first-grade son is a prisoner to god knows who is about the worst thing a mother could ever feel. (God, please don't try to prove her wrong.) She couldn't sleep, couldn't eat and with nothing to do but wait and pray, all that was left to her was to think.

And all of those thoughts. So many. all of them terrible, all of them worried and frightened and thinking about the worst that could happen. Not even being around Sam's old crayon drawings could cheer her up.

And like everything else, Lindsey didn't want to tell anyone. Not like they could do anything and would only leave them feeling as worthless as she did.

So she drank. More than was needed to simply sleep easier, or maybe it was just to keep out the nightmare that had become life. She didn't even bother to hide it now, with her small sample liquor bottles (most of them empty) next to the coffee machine and a half finished cup of coffee. Not that she could really reach those anyway, sitting against her new kitchen cabinets on the ground, one hand clinging to some vodka like it was some plushie.

Good thing she gave away her tablet and had no idea where her cellphone was, that'd probably be embarrassing. Not that she was too drunk or anything.

Who would she even call? Were operators still around?

One of them probably had a cute voice if they did. That was in their job description, right?

She took another swig, dousing a bit of hair that was caught in her mouth. whoops. Maybe showering would be good.

Maybe her son would suddenly appear like how he disappeared if she did.

Her son...

She took another swig.]

Comments

[inchesofevil]

[Duncan had done what he could, but it wasn't much. All there was to do was wait. He cared about Sam, but Sam wasn't the be-all end-all of his life like he was for Lindsey. His worry was a constant, low-level sense of dread that spiked whenever he stopped to think about it, but not something that kept him from functioning on a normal basis.]

[Lindsey, though. He worried about her. He knew how important Sam was to her and how badly she must be affected by that dread.]

[So he decided he was going to drop by every day if he could, just to make sure she was still okay.]

[Thus Duncan walking into her apartment right now, calling for her] Lindsey?

[whatdoesdequal]

[Oh hey, was that Duncan? He was adorable, in that nerdy sort of way. The stuff that came out of his mouth not so much, but he's sure to be quiet at some point right?]

[Words, they were a little slippery. Maybe needed more coffee...] Shouldn't you have knocked first'? Politeness is cleanliness...

...or somethin'.

[inchesofevil]

[Kitchen, that's from the kitchen. He closes the door behind himself and walks in]

[stops cold when he sees her]

Uh.

No, I don't think that's how it--are you drunk?

[whatdoesdequal]

Nope. [Takes another swig] What makes you say that?

[inchesofevil]

The...fucking bottle in your hand, maybe?

[whatdoesdequal]

Oh...[holds up the bottle to look at it in mild surprise. How did that get there??]

...Yeah, that'd do it. [Good thing it was 2/3rds empty now. She'd probably be reallly hammered if it was full.

She pats the floor next to her with a lazy smile, something that duncan probably hadn't seen in a while.]

Well don't just stand there, come and sit. The floor is nice and cool and reachable.

[inchesofevil]

[nope he is just going to stare at her for a minute]

[she is REALLY drunk, holy shit]

I...have...a better idea. Why don't you go lay down in your nice warm comfy bed for a while instead? [and stop drinking, and sleep it off]

[whatdoesdequal]

[Just takes another swig while you stare at her, duncan. groans a little at the suggestion.]

But it's already comfortable here. Just sit down and let me cuddle instead. That's warm and comfy too. [Pats the floor again.]

[inchesofevil]

[NOPE]

[He leans down to take the bottle from her and haul her to her feet]

If you want me to sit with you, it's not going to be on the floor.

[whatdoesdequal]

[Bluh. Standing. Who stands anyway? In fact, fuck it. As she pulled to her feet, she instead leans forward and lets herself drop against Duncan. Her arms wrap around him as she buries her face into his chest.]

Snn? Thmn nsnt sm bmd. [Muffled] lnttle bnny thnngh

[inchesofevil]

[Welp he wasn't expecting that]

[She almost knocks him over, but he catches himself against the counter except OW his hip damn you Lindsey]

[he just stands there for a minute, his hands up, away from her, like she's made of something toxic]

Uhhh.

[what doooo he is not strong enough to just carry her to bed]

[whatdoesdequal]

[She's just...going to stay here, maybe turn her head and get a little more comfortable. In the mean time, she's just going to sigh and enjoy the sounds your body is making]

I could fall asleep just listening to you.

[inchesofevil]

Wow, okay, no. [He tries to shove Lindsey away, holding her at arm's length by the shoulders]

[whatdoesdequal]

[It takes a few seconds as Lindsey's arms are sort of wrapped around him, but he does manage to pull free of her.]

Wha-Hey!

[inchesofevil]

You are making me very uncomfortable, Lindsey, please go to bed. [stilted & v firm]

[whatdoesdequal]

[Have a drunken scowl.]

How is that uncomfortable? It was just a cuddle?

[inchesofevil]

Yes, exactly. [turns her around, forces her toward the doorway]

[whatdoesdequal]

So what? Am I not attractive enough or something?[She looks down at herself. All things considered, it wasn't too bad of casual clothes. Reeking of alcohol probably didn't help though]

[inchesofevil]

Lindsey, you are like a sister to me, I am immune to your attractiveness. [gonna try to maneuver her to the couch]

[whatdoesdequal]

[Is being manuevered, bus is constantly trying to turn around and talk to him.] So you never thought I was pretty? Not something a girl would want to hear. No wonder you don't get any girls m-

[Whoops, couch arm caught one of legs, proceed to flop over halfway onto the couch. Not that she was hurt. In fact, she was giggling a little.]

[inchesofevil]

[gdit Lindsey cut that out!!]

[sigh as she falls. he stands back]

Just lay down, okay?

[whatdoesdequal]

[Hasn't really moved, sort of just hanging off the side with her legs.]

What do you think I'm doing? When did you start being so bossy?

[inchesofevil]

[good enough, he guesses]

I'm not being bossy, I'm trying to help you out!

[whatdoesdequal]

Nnh-nnhh~

[inchesofevil]

[omg lindsey you lush, stop giving him guff right this instant!]

Just--! Just go to sleep, okay?