[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.]

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[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?