A. Text
Went to the Dream Docks. I'm not sure I really should have. It doesn't really matter here anyway. I'm back.
Johnny I left you a post-it on your office door so I'm not fired for not showing up for work.
B. Action, CW: Alcohol
[ Emerald doesn't really.. drink. She spent enough time on the streets to know that's one of the many ways you stay there and never escape. And then between Mercury and his father's story.. she has plenty of reason not to really touch the stuff, even if she's frequented bars before. It's more lucrative to stick around and steal wallets from people whose faculties aren't about them enough to even bother needing to use her semblance.
And yet, here she was, sitting at the bar nursing a glass of whiskey. She'd ordered it, but she hadn't exactly touched it yet. Part of her knew it wasn't a good idea, but part of her had no idea how to deal with problem after problem. And with more memories from home adding onto everything she'd spoken about with Cassian still feeling raw and fresh (she didn't process feelings, ever if she could help it, talking about them with someone who understood on some level wasn't something she knew how to deal with). Where things had gone with Cinder, what Mercury here thought about Cinder..
All it did was leave a pit in her stomach, and she wasn't sure what else to do. If it's just once, it shouldn't be too bad, right? And she won't get shit-faced, and if she smells weird at all she can just.. squat in a vacant hotel room or something so Mercury doesn't have to deal with this while he's trying to stay away from it. ]
Went to the Dream Docks. I'm not sure I really should have. It doesn't really matter here anyway. I'm back.
Johnny I left you a post-it on your office door so I'm not fired for not showing up for work.
B. Action, CW: Alcohol
[ Emerald doesn't really.. drink. She spent enough time on the streets to know that's one of the many ways you stay there and never escape. And then between Mercury and his father's story.. she has plenty of reason not to really touch the stuff, even if she's frequented bars before. It's more lucrative to stick around and steal wallets from people whose faculties aren't about them enough to even bother needing to use her semblance.
And yet, here she was, sitting at the bar nursing a glass of whiskey. She'd ordered it, but she hadn't exactly touched it yet. Part of her knew it wasn't a good idea, but part of her had no idea how to deal with problem after problem. And with more memories from home adding onto everything she'd spoken about with Cassian still feeling raw and fresh (she didn't process feelings, ever if she could help it, talking about them with someone who understood on some level wasn't something she knew how to deal with). Where things had gone with Cinder, what Mercury here thought about Cinder..
All it did was leave a pit in her stomach, and she wasn't sure what else to do. If it's just once, it shouldn't be too bad, right? And she won't get shit-faced, and if she smells weird at all she can just.. squat in a vacant hotel room or something so Mercury doesn't have to deal with this while he's trying to stay away from it. ]
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