[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]

[Voice still low, but serious] What...kind of person do you see in me?

[inchesofevil]

[he lowers the phone, letting out a soft sigh through his nose.]

A stubborn motherfucker who worries an awful lot about some things, and not nearly enough about others.

[whatdoesdequal]

[Peeks out a little from under her palm to look at him with a curious eye. What exactly do you mean by that? If anything, Lindsey felt she cared about too much in general.]

[inchesofevil]

[nope, not explaining himself on that one, going back to the phone]

[whatdoesdequal]

[...

Tries to reach out and punch him (more likely flailing swing), but his leg is (Eh. Eh. Come on. eh) too fucking far.]

What kind of answer is that!

[inchesofevil]

[he notices her reaching and sort of leans back from her, even though he really doesn't have to]

What kind of answer were you expecting?

[whatdoesdequal]

[Gives one or two more swings before just lets her arm drop]

I don't know. Something less Duncan.


Maybe [dumb attempt at duncan's voice tone]'You're a good friend, but a shitty mom.'[/dumb]

or

[dumb attempt but now slightly british? Are you even trying, Lindsey?] 'You're a great person but it's amazing your friends haven't left you.'

[inchesofevil]

Wow, okay. [Not really amused, Lindsey. A little bit offended, maybe.]

You're not a shitty mom, you dumbfuck, and your friends stick around because we like you.

[whatdoesdequal]

a mom wouldn't have their kid disappear on them! [Lindsey snapped, whiplashing back to serious.]

And a friend wouldn't be so useless.

[inchesofevil]

Lindsey, that was not your fault! You didn't have any control over that. You couldn't have stopped it even if you knew it was going to happen.

[whatdoesdequal]

[The story of her life, really. If Duncan could read faces, that message was definitely all over Lindsey's look.]

And it just so happens to fall on me a-

[Damn it. She was starting to get angry and upset. The fog of drunkness was supposed to keep this all down and out of the way from her. She shut her eyes tight, pushing that bubbling flood of emotion back down at out of the way.]


...How many times does it have to happen to me?

[inchesofevil]

[he sags, concern furrowing his brow]

Lindsey...

Just, don't think about it right now, okay?

[whatdoesdequal]

then give me back my other best friend..[Lifts her arm up again, as if Duncan would be smart and give her back the bottle of vodka to her.]

[inchesofevil]

[nope, he is assuming she means a literal person. sam? would she refer to him that way? Uhhhh who else even is there...]

...What?

[whatdoesdequal]

[Where was it...she was sure he still had it, right...]

...the bottle...

[inchesofevil]

[nope he left that shit in the kitchen]

[also he is giving her the biggest :| face right now]

I'm on par with a bottle of liquor, nice, Lindsey.

[whatdoesdequal]

It was your idea to not think about it! [Besides, why was he upset? It was a totally different relationship between them and her bottle. Are you jealous, Duncan?] You told me to stop thinking about it...It tries to help.

[inchesofevil]

[ >:| ]

You could try passing the fuck out instead, you're already drunk enough for that.

[whatdoesdequal]

[Lays back and relaxes again with a sigh.] So pushy, were you always this pushy?

[inchesofevil]

Yup.

[whatdoesdequal]

Oh. [Yeah, her drunken self can kinda see that. Why was he so pushy anyway? Couldn't be how big brothers were...though her older brother Harrison was kinda pushy when they were kids. Maybe it's something they're born with, though that's pretty lame because then you couldn't know they were decent people, right?] But you're decent people, right?

[inchesofevil]

Uh. [well that's a little out of the blue] I like to think so?

[whatdoesdequal]

[That seems to relax her, sighing a little in relief.] That's good. Decent people aren't really great if they weren't decent. They're cute too sometimes.

did you ever find a girlfriend yet? I bet she's also pretty.

[inchesofevil]

...Right. [Lindsey you are drunk go to bed.]

Uh, I have a potential but we're not official or anything. We had one date but you know we broke into a library together so maybe it's serious.

She's gorgeous, but off-limits. Best friend rules.

[whatdoesdequal]

Right. Best friend rules...I don't think we've ever needed to deal with that before.

So what is she like? Hates Emos as much as you do?