zenderael_rl | [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.]

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well that's what you do, don't you? Talk about gene pairing and number sequences...or was that colors.

Not with people who aren't in my major.

...really? [It was kind of pointed...for a drunk person. She did seem to recall a lot of summer blockbusters ruined because of him.]

Yes, really. [it's kind of defensive for someone who apparently never does that]

I don't believe you. [Says it as matter factly and takes the moment to stretch out her arms, it didn't exactly make the couch any more comfortable, but it felt good on her shoulders and made the world stop spinning a little.

...Actually, now it was kinda spinning in a different direction.]

Too fucking bad!

Are you always this snippy? You should have a drink.[Waves and motions for him to get up and do just that. Oh hey, this arm of hers is nice. Better pillow.]

I'm not being snippy! Fuck you! [obvs he is tho]

[tired sigh, eyes are closed, Not at all following Duncan's snippiness.] What do you call it? Comfort? It's not very cute.

[he opens his mouth to argue but hrgh he did come here to check on her and possibly provide comfort so that's kind of a sharp jab]

[he gives up instead, going back to his phone, mutters:] Forget it.

[Whether because sleep is starting to pull her in or maybe the spinning is finally get to her, Lindsey's voice starts to waver lower and lower.] Mmm, your sister is pretty cute though.

[that got his attention] Excuse the fuck out of you!

With that hair and lips, I bet she'd be into cuddling up right about now...[Driiifting away, like a lost rowboat in the middle of a stormy sea...only in this case, for sleeping]