Lindsey Stern (
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[Lindsey/Duncan] - Drowning your sorrow
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.]
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.]
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did you ever find a girlfriend yet? I bet she's also pretty.
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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.
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So what is she like? Hates Emos as much as you do?
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If you mean emus, I haven't asked.
Haven't you met her? Theresa?
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though the name is cute. What does she kiss like? You did have your first date so there was kissing, right?
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Besides, girls do it all the time...at least in TV...[pause]...or an anime...?
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I'll introduce you when you're sober.
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....You're not sleeping with a professor, are you?
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And yes, you are that drunk.
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...but you've kissed her, right?
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Yes.
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...Though, this was her Bff, so Lindsey was sure it was all cool.] What did you two even talk about? How two base genetic pairs were your favorite compared to certain other pairs that we shouldn't name?
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[and then :| forever] What the fuck, Lindsey.
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