|
|
Post by Bee on Apr 10, 2009 16:52:57 GMT -5
Helena felt that she had attained a good level of intoxication. She felt all loose-limbed and happy and her brain felt like gelatin, and she was half a thought away from reaching over and squeezing the bartender’s (wonderfully pert!) breasts, which usually meant that she was pretty well wasted. She slid out of her chair with gooey ease and didn’t have a great deal of difficulty standing, which would hopefully be remedied soon when everything fully kicked in. She wanted the room to spin.
“C’mon, it’s happy-making time,” she said, wiggling toward the dancing throngs, who were just blurred enough about the edges to resemble one collective writhing mass under funky cheap lights. Trippy. She wanted to be absorbed into the mass. Viola could sample more drinks later if she wanted to. “Just run into someone and bop along. The worst they can do is shove you into someone else.”
|
|
|
|
Post by Kari Muffin on May 15, 2009 16:57:34 GMT -5
Viola nodded to Helena's comment. She immediately regretted it as she was suddenly attacked with a dizzy spell. Her ears pressed against her skull as she wobbled on her chair. Maybe she should have just had one drink.
Sucking in a deep breath she went to move off the chair. Thanks to the alcohol it was more of a crash landing. Being as woozy as she was, she didn't particularly notice the pain of landing. She did notice the blurring crowd of people.
This seemed like a bad idea. However she went with it. It was better than being left alone, right? Of course the idea of bumping into people didn't seem like a good one. She'd probably get stepped on, right? Generally that's what happened when she was in a group. Quiet and easily crushed.
And there was the dizzy again. She hiccuped and looked to Helena, "Is this really a good idea?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Bee on Jun 24, 2010 14:33:59 GMT -5
Helena had already happily begun to groove with the nearest available body (though she was sure it had a face somewhere, she just wasn't particularly interested in it at the moment; in these sorts of moods she'd probably never register the features or what they looked like, and she never cared) while keeping half an eye on Viola, but turned her attention fully back on her when she spoke.
Her new snake friend looked vaguely ill. Helena felt abruptly full of sadness. She blamed it on the alcohol. For both her and Viola. Holding your liquor like a champ was a rare talent.
"It should be? I like it. Hmmm. You don't look so great, though." She abandoned the warm shimmying body (goodbye, faceless one! Perhaps they would meet again one day on a different dance floor) next to her and stepped closer to Viola. With the loudness of intoxication and the kindness of sympathy, she said, "You gonna pass out or something?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 24, 2010 19:42:20 GMT -5
For a moment Viola wasn't particularly sure how to respond to the question. The room had abruptly decided to spin on it's own accord. She had never experienced something quite like this. Even when she had gotten sick while she was younger the world hadn't turned on its head. Alcohol must have done this. And she had never really been drunk before. Could someone get drunk that fast?
She opened her mouth to respond once, and then closed it. Her ears flicked back as she tried to find the reassuring words. She stared up at the canine and gave her a rather goofy looking smile.
Everything was fine, and she would just get over it.
Or she would pass out on the dance floor. Which happened when she tried to reply to Helena. She it the floor with a rather loud thud, which was covered up by the pounding music.
|
|
|
|
Post by Bee on Jun 25, 2010 0:51:55 GMT -5
Helena stared at Viola in wide-eyed alarm for a moment, reaction time slowed by alcohol and panic. Then she collected herself and bent over the snake. Still breathing, good. Heart-rate, fine. She had probably just drank too much too quickly. Which was probably Helena's fault. But wasn't she used to that?
Only a couple of people bothered to gawk. Helena glared at them momentarily and they turned away, far too pleasantly inebriated to start a fight with a now extremely surly-looking Josiggy. Then she wedged her arms under Viola and scooped her up. She wasn't sure whether the girl would hear her reassuring mutterings but she muttered them anyway.
It was when she got outside the bar that she realized she had no idea where Viola lived. No matter--she could take her back to her own place, make her a nice hangover breakfast when she woke up, and send her on her way.
This sounded more than agreeable. Helena toddled on to her apartment.
|
|
|
|
Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 27, 2010 3:54:32 GMT -5
Viola awoke fairly late in the day with one of the worst hangovers in her history, even if it was a very short history of drinking. She was mildly terrified to find herself in a completely different place than where she actually lived.
What had actually happened while she passed out? Had she actually passed out or had she gone home to sleep with someone? Where had Helena gone?
She wanted all these questions answered, but upon falling off of whatever she had been sleeping on she rushed to the bathroom. And she thankfully found it in time.
The snake was completely embarrassed about just about everything when she was coherent enough to actually think straight. She apologized profusely, and offered to take the woman out for whatever meal happened to be next in the day, because she was fairly certian that she hadn't woken up in time for breakfast.
(( OOC: I hope this is all right. Vio wanted to at least offer some sort of thank you for dragging her unconscious body to a safe place, but I figured that her hangover be horrible. Do you want to consider this closed?))
|
|
