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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 15, 2008 3:05:16 GMT -5
"'Course you can stay," Loreta muttered. She usually didn't like strangers in her apartment for privacy reasons, but she wasn't going to argue right now. The girl wasn't dangerous in her eyes like most of the men she ended up leaving the bar with. At least this night wouldn't end in sex.
She hoped it wouldn't at least. She would be too tired from this lovely hopping to do anything that she usually did. As bisexual as the heron was she didn't feel like doing anything but flopping over and sleeping on her bed tonight. It had been a while since she was this sober and this tired from being drunk. Her head was still pounding slightly, but that was mostly from the alcohol rather than her vice. That was a rare occasion for sure. Either way she was starting to hurt all over from this walk. They still had a long way to go. It was always longer drunk and cold. Ugh, why was it so cold out?
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 15, 2008 3:36:27 GMT -5
"'ppreciate it.[/b]" She murmured softly. Sex, though Ceren enjoyed it a fair amount, was the furthest thing from her mind, so Lore had nothing to worry about there. In fact, all the sparrow wanted to do was fall onto a bed or couch or even a slightly padded floor and fall asleep. She was beyond wasted, and it was very quickly draining all of her energy. Just had to keep focused on her footsteps. If she fell, she'd bring the heron down with her, and that was just no way to repay her kindness.
"We're getting close, huh?[/b]" she asked, a glimmer of hope in her voice. Surely, they'd at least made one block! It must have been at least that far. She had been counting her footsteps, and she couldn't say how many there had been exactly, only that she hoped that there had been enough to bring them close to her home.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 15, 2008 3:45:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah." The heron said with a wave of he free wing. "Those stairs over there lead to my apartment." She pointed with the same free wing to a set of stairs that lead up the side of a building. She usually didn't have to walk them. However, tonight she was rather drunk and had a companion. That would be fun now wouldn't it?
"Once we're inside, you can sleep on my sofa, 'cause you're a bit wasted to make it to my bedroom," he hiccuped slightly at the end of her sentence. She was taking air in too much or something. She just wasn't looking forward to the stairs with company. The edge of the first step was in her site. It would be easier if she just hopped all the way up and produced the key to open the door. Wait. Her key. "Holdit," the heron said as she stopped leaning on the sparrow.
In an amazing feat of grace the heron hopped up the stairs and slipped her beak under her welcome mat. She slipped the key into the hole and turned it carefully. With a nice click the door swung open. She threw the key inside carelessly and waited for the sparrow to join her. Too bad she would only remember bits and pieces of this in the morning.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 15, 2008 4:10:51 GMT -5
Oh, thank god. Ceren relaxed noticeably, now that the end was finally in sight. She needed to get some sleep, and she needed it soon. Right now, she was pretty sure that she'd be able to sleep nearly forever. Then her brain fully registered the sight before her, and she swore under her breath. That would be a lot of fun, she was just sure of it. "Couch's fine by me, if I can ge' up yer stairs.[/b]" Damnit all.
She watched as Lore leapt up the stairs, expression quite impressed. If the one-legged bird could make it up stairs like that... Well. She wasn't about to be shown up, and she puffed out her feathers proudly, setting one foot on the bottom rung before crashing forward, beak-first.
It was only a minute or two before she managed to scramble her way to the top, but to Ceren, completely mortified with embarassment, it took eons. History was written and re-written as she made her way up those stairs like a complete fool, flapping piteously every few feet. She smiled meekly at the heron before stumbling inside, looking around. "Nice... Nice place ya got, Lore..[/b]" Except for the freaking stairs...
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 15, 2008 13:23:06 GMT -5
"Pssh. I rent, that's the only reason why it's so nice," the heron coughed a bit as she shut the door behind the sparrow. Hopefully she would make it to the bedroom without face planting. She didn't want to wake up with a sore beak as well as a sore everything else. Why was life so difficult when you were drunk?
"The blanket is on the back of the sofa if you get cold. I'm gonna... go to bed..." Lore said as she hopped across the floor. She was counting each step as she went, until she tripped quite gracelessly over the carpet. With an unceremonious thumb she hit the floor. She sighed as she struggled to get back to her foot. However, once she was down she was pretty much out. With very little dignity left she squirmed her way back to her bed room, and used the bed to get to a somewhat standing position.
She flopped on it, curling up on the messy sheets. "The bathroom is this way and to the right if ya need it!" she called back through the apartment.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 15, 2008 17:06:32 GMT -5
Ceren was barely able to drag herself up onto the sofa, fluffing her feathers around her to make a kind of nest of heat around herself. Loreta's words barely made it to her, and she tugged on the blanket with her beak, pulling it down over top of herself. Ah, that was much better. She could feel herself fading fast into the warm and soft that was surrounding her, and gave a soft call designed to let Lore know that she had heard and understood her directions. With any luck, they wouldn't be needed, and in a few short minutes the sparrow was completely lost to sleep.
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A crack of sunlight filtered through the window, playing across Ceren's face. She narrowed her eyes against it, dimly realizing that she wasn't home, and raised her head slightly. Last night was coming back in a haze, one that wouldn't be entirely unpleasant if not for the horrible way her head was throbbing. All the same, she checked around her sleeping place to make sure she hadn't thrown up in the night, and fell back onto the sofa.
At least she hadn't slept with the heron. That would have made things much more... Interesting. As it was, she wondered if she should go check on the other bird.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 15, 2008 17:24:22 GMT -5
The night wasn't all that kind to dear Loreta. She had fallen out of bed more than once. Finally she gave up and wrapped herself in the mess of blankets and sheets from her bed. The morning greeted her with a bright shining beams filling the room.
She really needed to remember putting down the shades. The heron struggled in her tangled sheets before managing to get on her one foot. She hopped into the living room and stopped dead in her tracks.
Oh hell, she had brought someone home. Her pounding headache was kind enough to make her forget. Oh that's so very nice. "Uh....Ceren!" Loreta was happen to remember her name, "Want some tea that should help your hangover. I bet yours is worse than mine."
Well, she was just used to the hangovers and headaches. Her vice helped with that a little. The heron hopped over to the tiny room that was her kitchen and dining room. The teapot was always a challenge.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 16, 2008 0:40:11 GMT -5
Ceren pulled the blanket a little tighter around herself, wishing more than anything for a biped form to at least finger-comb out the knots in her hair. She would take care of it later, she was sure that her companion wouldn't mind terribly. Her thoughts were only confirmed as the other bird hopped into the living room, and the sparrow managed as cheery a smile as she could with her head throbbing as it was.
A little bit of Diamond charm went a long way to making it feel even the slightest bit believable.
"Lore, right?[/b]" she laughed softly. "Tea would be wonderful.[/b]" since her fateful visit to the Diamond court, the sparrow had been partial to tea, and had even taken to sampling different blends. She had full faith that whatever Loreta had would help her head. Especially since she needed something to cure headaches that were far meaner than anything she'd ever experienced.
Hopping down from the sofa, she moved into the kitchen. "Thanks for letting me stay here.[/b]" she murmured, glancing around. "Want me to make some toast or something while you get the tea going?[/b]"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 16, 2008 11:54:26 GMT -5
"If you want toast it's in the pantry over there," Loreta said as she pointed to the proper pantry with her wing. She picked up the teapot's handle with her beak and place it on the stove. She had already managed to stuff the tea in the defuser. It was her usual strong stuff to snap her out of her migraines. She hated it, but it would help with the headache to some degree. Hopefully Ceren liked bitter tea. The heron wasn't about to ask.
"I usually don't have much to eat in the morning after drinking like that. I try to hydrate myself so I don't end up with a migraine later in the day. 'Course you don't have to worry about that," She waved a wing dismissively. The heron opened one of the cabinets and managed to drag some teacups out. She set them on the counter top besides the stove. Easy pouring with her beak wasn't actually easy.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 17, 2008 18:01:30 GMT -5
Ceren nodded, leaning forward and opening the cabinet as gracefully as she could with her pounding headache and short beak. The promise of something warm to drink was all that was keeping her pressing on at this point. Standing up had only made her hangover worse, and she longed to return to bed and not get up for several weeks, if that was what it took. She set about making the toast, her actions very deliberate. If she narrowed her focus to just one thing, it wasn't nearly as bad.
"If I was smart I would have worried about hydration long before I passed out on your couch.[/b]" the sparrow finally spoke, laughing to herself. "Then I wouldn't have a migrane now. Oh, well. What's done is done.[/b]" carefully, she set about putting the toast on a plate and bringing it to the table, eating quietly. She glanced up at Loreta, still feeling horribly embarassed by the whole thing. "If there's anything I can do to help out, just let me know. I hate feeling like a freeloader.[/b]"
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