[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

[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?

[whatdoesdequal]

Can't. [Trying to lift herself up a little to get more comfortable. It ain't working so well. Gives up after the first try.]

[inchesofevil]

Fine. Then lay there and stare at the ceiling, I don't fucking care.

[he stalks back into the kitchen to grab the bar stool she keeps around and drags it into the living room. he sets it beside the couch and sits, more like perching, really, with his feet on the rungs at different levels and his hands on the seat between his legs]

I guess it's a good thing I decided to come over today, fuck.

[whatdoesdequal]

[Doesn't really say anything for a while, just enjoying having her neck in a odd position between gravity and the couch.]

It's not like we hang out much these days anyway. Come sit down on the couch. [Waves a hand over]

[inchesofevil]

[armfold, glare]

I'm going to sit right the fuck here and make sure you don't choke on your own vomit once you inevitably pass the fuck out.

[whatdoesdequal]

and be angry. [Because you are, Duncan. Even Drunk!Lindsey can see it.]

[inchesofevil]

Yes. And be angry.

[whatdoesdequal]

you're always angry though, and you'll get wrinkles. so wrinkles and anger aren't really pretty. [what.]

[inchesofevil]

[ >:( ]

Hey, you know what else isn't pretty? Me finding you drunk off your ass in the corner of the kitchen.

[whatdoesdequal]

Well that doesn't matter anymore. Because I'm on a couch.

[Schooled]

[inchesofevil]

Ha fucking ha.

[whatdoesdequal]

Besides, I'm not drunk. Just a little...tipsy.

[inchesofevil]

Nope, you are stone cold drunk, try again.

[whatdoesdequal]

[Grunts a little]How would you even know? You weren't even here most of the time when I emptied all of those bottles.

[Logic is perfectly sound there, Duncan...wait.]

-little bottles[There we go.]

[inchesofevil]

[facepalm]

Lindsey, just. Stop, okay. Just stop.

[he actually doesn't care if she wants to drink because this situation is pretty goddamn stressful and he can't really blame her, but he is hoping this doesn't became a pattern. And also he is concerned that she is getting herself this hammered without anybody around to help her out if something happens.]

[whatdoesdequal]

[Unfortunately for Duncan's sake, It has become a bit of a pattern. Thought it was never this bad before.

She does as Duncan asks and stops for a good minute or 5, eventually wriggling her way to a more comfortable position on the couch. when she finally does speak, it's far more collected though still slurred.] So, why did you come here anyway?

[inchesofevil]

[While she is adjusting herself, he pulls out his phone to check his e-mails/texts/whatever. He is settling in too, but to watch her, not to rest.]

To check up on you.

[whatdoesdequal]

[grimaces] I suppose it's getting in the way of studying or whatever, isn't it?