In Which Drinking Ensues

[losingherhead]

Who: Celty and Kido/Celty and YOU
What: Stress, drinking, stressed drinking
When: February 18, evening and night
Where: A local bar, Virgo HQ, and the ViP Suite
Warnings: Drinking, alcoholism, possible mention of death and car accidents

A | Local Bar

The neverending cycle of despair that was Celty’s life really seemed to be amping up in speed. What a fucking idiot she was. She told herself she wasn’t gonna get attached to people, keep things strictly business to move her way through the ranks and enjoy the splendors of fame and financial stability. And now here she was worrying about her band mates and friends and everyone else caught in this mess.

Today’s worrying of course leads to the bar. Not a place she would want someone as young as Kido being, even if she’s technically drinking legal. But she has to make sure she’s doing okay. Safe and as relatively sane. As sane as they can be in this mess.

B | Virgo HQ

There are no fucks to be given as Celty stumbles into the Virgo building. Some sense of sobriety keeps her from making an ass of herself in public. But once she’s back in Virgo all she can think about is that Blanche can eat a dick.

Which brings her to the exasperated security guard who can’t let her in until she gives him her pass.

“Liiisten, fuckface… You- you listen. You tell Blank. That he’s a loser, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“He doesn’t know shit, okay? Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit. And there’s alllll kinds of dicks that he can choke on.”

“Yes ma’am. Could you jus-”

“Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicks.”

C | Vandalism in Progress Suite

With that delightful display finished, she finally manages to collapse onto the couch, thinking about ways she could trash talk Nyla’s cats. Those cats are garbage. Who gives a shit about those fuckers? Probably a bunch of mutated singing cats. Maybe even aliens.

Shit she hopes they aren’t aliens. She couldn’t deal with that shit.

Comments

B-C mix work okay?

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

And Bill Cipher watched it all. The graceless walk back to HQ, the slurred words, the uncomfortable face the guard made-- Stalking is what friends are for, right? And heck the guard watched Bill watching it all! Probably silently begging for him to step in and offer some reprieve; not that Bill ever would! Okay he might not entirely hate this guy in particular but he hated rules more. Celty shouldn't need a pass; the members of ViP should be able to do whatever they wanted!!

Following inside, Bill meanders closer- cautious, curious and oh, so AMUSED. He peers over the couch at her shambled form.

"This BLANK guy, sounds like quite the character."

Works great!

[losingherhead]

In all fairness, its a little hard to get into places without identification when you spend your life in a helmet.

Ugggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh. Bill. She waves a hand in his direction.

"You... take your face away..."

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

"Technically someone did! Well, like, 10..12?% of it anyway- I always thought the ratio of how much eye counts as part of the face should be much higher!"

It was seriously like the best part; what else did you really need? Bill snickers, continuing to maintain the same amount of distance regardless of that POLITE request. Looks like even drunk off her ass, Celty still hates his guts, pity. Well! Why stop their usual charade now?

"Aww, don't be like that. Sounds like someone got into some good stuff. Did you bring enough for the class to share?"

[losingherhead]

See, that's the shit that drives her nuts. Sure, jokes about injuries and trauma, all well and good in her opinion. But it was the way he did it. Something in his tone. More playful than you'd think anyone in their right mind should be. And then she'd start feeling like an asshole for trying to dictate how to deal with shit. Maybe she should be more playful about helmets and fucked up throats. Or maybe that's what Bill wanted her to think so he could add someone to his wild drinking nights. Or maybe he was just fucking around.

Basically, fuck Bill.

"Ssssorry. Good stuff goes. To people with standa... Stand... Morals. And shit."

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

It probably doesn't help that he is rarely in the right mind to begin with.

"I got standards."

Bill huffs, only halfway offended. Okay, the morals part was questionable. Honestly, Celty's intense hatred for him was baffling sometimes, but even negative attention was still attention; usually he doesn't care what kind she is directing as long as it is being directed his way... Maybe if he uses flattery this time??

"I'm talking to you, aren't I? You think I chat up just anyone?"

[losingherhead]

Ugh. Flattery makes it worse. That just makes for more complicated feelings that make her more cranky.

"Yes."

[liarmonstersnappydresser]

Yeahhh, that is about the reaction he expected. Can't blame a guy for trying!

"Well, I don't."

Bill sniffed, moving to join her on the couch-- better make room or he'll sit on your legs, Sturluson!

"All right then, Miss 'Standards', mind telling me what leads such a morally upright, upstanding citizen like yourself to get this plastered?"

[blindfoldcode]

Oh my fucking god, Celty. She already has one stalker when she's drunk she doesn't need another one. So what that she keeps drunk texting Celty? So what? She is a god damn adult. So what that she is pretty much literally sitting at a table covered in bottles and half of them are empty?

She is fine. So she glowers when she sees Celty coming for her. She's fine.

[losingherhead]

Child please. She drags a hand down her helmet in frustration before stomping over there.

She doesn't type anything. She just stands there, arms crossed. Foot tapping impatiently.

[blindfoldcode]

"You're still not my mom." She glares hard at Celty's helmet.

[losingherhead]

I'll mom as much as I have to.

She starts grabbing bottles from the trouble to put somewhere else.

[blindfoldcode]

"Hey! I already bought those!" She snatches back with a wobbily hand. "It's been a shitty... month, okay?"

[losingherhead]

She struggles for a moment to carry several bottles while typing.

You don't need this to help you through it. You're stronger that that.

B!

[heymcfly]

Leave it to Marty to stumble upon this scene.

He can finally get back to playing guitar: good thing! Bad thing: it still kind of hurts. Like there's an ache in his wrist that kind of won't go away, unless he actually takes the time to shake it off and do something else other than constantly strum away at his guitar. It's a challenge, but it's one that he has to take. Because, y'know. Nobody likes a sore wrist and stuff.

Marty was just about to leave for some fresh air when he sees this lady. Talking about dicks to this poor security guard. He takes a moment or two to just stand there, which gives the guard the best time to flash him a look of absolute desperation. This guy wants o-u-t out.

And Marty couldn't blame him, yeah. Drunk people were always kind of scary.

So up to Celty he goes, knowing damn well that this won't end good. "Everything alright, here...?"

[losingherhead]

Celty turns to the new arrival in a flash. Well. Not a flash. More of a stumble. Even with the helmet, drunkeness is clear in posture and vocal noises.

"Diiiiiicks."

Stunning work.

[heymcfly]

Yup, this lady is drunk.

Marty looks over to the guard, who ducked down behind his desk while he has the chance. He offers a smile, holding out his arms and pointing outside. "Wanna get some fresh air? I don't think you're gonna get any of those here."

He smiles. "I'll come with ya if you want."

[losingherhead]

The helmet shakes. "Stupid... papaparaaazzi could be there. Can't let those assholes hear my voice."

This seems to get her riled up again and she starts kicking the poor guard's desk. "Because of fucking BLANK and his fucking CONTRACTS."

[heymcfly]

"So wait. You're calling the paps dicks?"

Yeah, that was true. They would do anything for a lick at humiliating someone they didn't like, or to get a good scoop of something that was probably a bunch of shit. It was totally understandable to call them dicks, yeah.

But kicking the security guard's desk? Uhh. Not so much.

"Whoa, whoa!" Marty runs up to her and takes her by the shoulders, attempting to drag her back away, enough to where the security guard could guard in peace. "How 'bout we go up to my place, huh? Maybe get you some water, or somethin'.

[losingherhead]

"Yeeeesss. And noooo."

She highly resents being dragged anywhere, but water sounds really nice. "Ssssure, I gusss."

If he loosens his grasp, she's gonna run back to kick that desk for sure.

C

[hanginginthere]

Hey, Celty, guess what?

There's a glass of water being set down on the table by the couch, easily within reach. And after another moment, a blanket being carefully draped down on you.

Let it never be said Shen's completely oblivious to his band members, especially the ones who've shown him a little bit of consideration.

[losingherhead]

Shen is great. Shen is good people.

Her hand vaguely reaches for his head to pet him again.

[hanginginthere]

Shen is excellent people, thanks...and...that feels kind of nice. He settles down next to her, leaning against the couch.

"...you ok?"

It seems like the thing to ask.

[losingherhead]

"Could... be better."

[hanginginthere]

"Mmmm." Not that he can blame her. All of them could be better, really. They could still have Bolin, for one. He sighs, and closes his eyes as he leans against the couch.

"...we need more Blues next album."

It'd fit the mood. Right?

[losingherhead]

"Think Nyla will go fer it?" Maybe if they made it about her dumb cats.