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[Starting from from the 18th of August, Leanne has rarely gone home, usually she been spending the day working and then the majority of the night at the After Life, drinking. It was surprising how easy it was to regress to old habits before being reunited with her mate. Tonight was one of those nights were she spent, drinking away.

Leanne sighs as she finishes a shot and sets it down with a loud thud, idly tapping on the counter to order another shot. She realizing that her communicator was on, she goes to look towards it.]

Does anyone know just how to go home? Even for a little bit?

[The other shot was delivered and she goes to down it, shuddering a little.]

I am worried about my people and being away from them for so long. Plus, around this time is important to us and I miss it....

[Another tap on the counter to order yet another shot before she reaches over to turn off the communicator.]

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I don't mind, brother. As long as you don't think I am weak for drinking, while Darling is drinking.

Listen, gettin' yerself wasted every once in awhile ain't so bad. Folks has got their reasons. 'S when y' start livin' there we gotta start kickin' y' back t' reality, catch me?

Jus' hang on, I'll getcha some shit that'll knock y' through six differnt alternate universes. 'S made a alien spider shit or somethin'. Hell if I 'member. We'll go easy on it so we come back 'fore the end a the month, aye? An' y' can say or not say whatever the hell y' want.

That, I can agree on. I don't mind that Darling goes and gets "wasted". I am in no position to speak against it since this was how I have been living my living before I was reunited with him. All I wanted from him during this time is for him to trust me and also to just come back to me. Just come back to me at night. That is all that I am asking for from him, but it seems like my begging and pleading... It all resulted in him making me alone during this time.

[Okay, that elicits a small giggle out of her.]

Nam Nam, I do have to work tomorrow. What will I tell my boss that I can't work because of your drink?

[Namur grits his teeth.]

Yeah, Ikki was a full-on shittin' dumbass as a Spade, too. Know it ain't cool comparin' one t' the other but sometimes y' wind up findin' out yer really one an' the same.

[And it gives him a headache. More than just the usual one that accompanies his memories from the High Seas.]

How many shots y' already done? Think y' mighta been needin' t' call out already anyway.

[She sighs and nods her head.]

Yeah, he is and I know that I am to blame for at least this Ikki. But I still love him but it seems like it isn't good enough. Neither my words, my love or my heart can reach him during this time.

[She blinks at the question and shrugs her shoulders.]

I lost count but I can still go for a few more rounds before thinking about stopping.

That ain't on y', Leanne. In order t' save a person or help 'em grow they gotta be willin' t' be saved.

[Namur thinks of Ted and Rip and Rowan, and how much difference it makes when a person is humble enough to accept someone else's love, flawed though it may be.]

Well. Jus' tell yer boss yer too sick t' come in. Probly wind up lookin' the part. Y' at Afterglow?

Yes, it is. We made a vow to each other to let the other help carry our burdens. I have told him more things than what I have told you because of that vow. But, I guess that it only works for me....

[And okay, she is allowing tears to fall from her eyes.]

I guess that I could tell him that but I also have patients I personally look after as well. Yes, I am. I figured I should drink close to work so I won't have far to travel the next day.

Oh good, they're the ones with the spider shit. An' we're goin' out t' the woods so y' can be with a buncha plants an' shit 'stead of a buncha sloshes. Think it'll help y' breathe a li'l better, catch me? Clear yer head so y' can drink more, sheheheheh! Help y' back t' work in the mornin' if yer feelin' up t' it, so don't worry 'bout the distance, a'ight?

[Leanne couldn't help but to giggle even more.]

Aye, I would love that. Even with the amount in me, I bet I can drink more than you.

[Okay, a little bit of her playfulness is back.]

Only if you promise that taking me to work won't be a burden for you, Nam Nam.

[Namur chuckles, because yeah. He's not getting drunk with Leanne. He's not going to put her through that experience, not when she's already mourning.]

Girl, the hell y' think I do all night in Everglade? Walkin' folk from where they is t' where they needa be's what I do for a livin'! 'Sides, yer like, what? A bill an' a half? An' most a that's cuz a yer wings. Carry y' in one arm if I gotta. C'mon!

[Namur arrives a few moments after sending that message, and slips his communicator into his pocket. He goes right up to the barkeep and, after some cajoling and finagling, he sends someone into their back stock. A few minutes later Namur sets a beautifully decorated glass bottle on the bar in front of Leanne, the contents of it a soft bioluminescent blue with shimmering, opalescent swirls.]

C'mon sweetheart. Let's get outta here. Good t' walk or y' gonna need help?

[She could easily subdue him if things got too out of hand or at least she had the confidence to think so.

And okay, she is laughing even more.]

Then please allow me to pay you for being my escort! Especially since normally I would cost a lot of money to be escorted.

[She idly nurses a shot, sipping on it while she waits. Only to blink as he sets the beautifully decorated glass bottle in front of her.]

It's.... Beautiful....

[But then she smiles and nods her head.]

I can walk. I will be just fine.

[And to prove it. She moves to her feet, wavering a moment and stumbling a little.]

I am fine. Now... Now I am fine.

Yeah, beautiful an' deadly. Drink this shit a sip at a time, got it?

[He's not teasing, it's for her own safety. Anyway he puts an arm around her waist to steady her as she wobbles on her feet.]

Let's getcha some fresh air then, aye?

[Namur all but picks her up and carries her out. But if she wants to feel like she did it herself, she can walk her feet along the floor as they go, the glowing bottle and a shot glass tucked in the crook of Namur's other arm. He takes her across town and through the Gate, then he gets a cab to take them to Fayren. He skirts around the city, and delves deeper into the enchanted forest, until he finds some nice, soft seeming grass for her to perch in, the trees around draped in vines and mosses. Waves crashing into a rocky shore can be heard not too far off, and other than the sounds of insects and frogs and the occasional owl, the forest is quiet.

Namur sits and works the crystal stopper off from the bottle, pouring half a shot into the glass.]

A'ight, y' wanna get well an' truly hammered, give that a sip an' lean back 'gainst the tree. When y' come back t' this reality y' can let everthin' out y' been tryna drown, aye?

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