major_west | 062 - I feel pretty, oh so pretty!

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062 - I feel pretty, oh so pretty!

Oh, quit complaining, all of you. It'll be over in a few days, as it always is. Honestly, is this any worse than a standard flood? You only look different.

[OOC: And he's so pretending that he didn't just have some insane fit of emo and crack open his Christmas booze at the sight of himself. SO. A LITTLE GIRL MIGHT BE GETTING ALCOHOL POISONING BECAUSE SHE'S TRYING TO DRINK LIKE A GROWN MAN. Somebody stop him plz :c]

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[Seemingly as that last comment is posted, there is a knock at the door, with an impatient Morgan standing on the other side.]

Major?

Edited 2009-01-03 18:22 (UTC)

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[Billy reaches over a little sadly to touch Wests arm, and is about to say something, but cuts himself off and looks up abruptly when Morgan knocks on the door.]

Hey, sounds like the Warden lady's here.

[West clasps his hands together on his lap and looks over at the door at the sound of the knocking. His hair's a bit of a mess, and there's the bucket of bile, and the half-empty bottle of brandy, and the obvious slurring of his speech-- but he still tries to look the part of a well-behaved individual]

Yes?

[The door's unlocked, anyway, so even if he wanted to be obstinate, there wasn't much he could do about that]

[She enters, feeling a little reassured that he's answering, and she immediately grimaces at the smell.]

Oh, Jesus wept!

[Billy shifts a little uncomfortably, not entirely sure how to respond to that...]

West got... ill.

I had.... bad eggs for breakfast.

Well at least you're talking.

[She steps closer and takes notice of the brandy]

Do you cook your eggs in that stuff often?

Oh, that's mine.

[Billy grabs the brandy and takes a deliberate swig.]

I was... upset at being a girl again.

[West nods at Billy's claim]

It's like... like real upsetting, waking up to find your [For politeness' sake, he gestures to his crotch] gone. You'd understand, if you were a fella.

[VERY skeptical tone] So Billy was answering on the journals for you?

[Billy has the grace to look slightly abashed, then nods, taking another swig of the brandy]

I'm kind of a hyper-controlling drunk.

[West giggles-- oh lord, he did not just giggle, did he?-- then covers his mouth with a hand]

MmmmHM!

[Then quickly gets serious.]

See?

[Morgan actually giggles at about the same time that West does, which makes her head shoot up, blinking.]

No, I really don't see that at all.

[Billy frowns, a little defensively]

Well, that's because you've never gotten drunk with me. I am.

's true.

[So he tries not to slur, but he's failing]

He is like... like that.

[Morgan sighs and leans against the wall.]

We're talking later.

Major, I'm going to say this once, and I'm not going to warn you ever again: Find something else to make you feel better. I don't care what it is so long as you're not hurting anyone else. But if I even suspect from now on, I'm taking your liquor away. If you drink yourself into the infirmary, or -- heaven forbid -- to death, you will be taking up permanent residence in Level 0, and that's a promise.

[She shrugged.]

And that's all I'm going to say about that.

[And she goes to the door and opens it.]

Do what you have to do to get sober in the next three hours, because we're meeting in the pool room again.

[She steps out and shuts the door behind her.]

[Billy narrows his eyes slightly as Morgan leaves]

You know something West? Your Warden is a real asshole sometimes.

[He pauses for a minute, before turning to glance at West slightly. He has some strong doubts that the little girl will be sober within the next three hours.]

And I think she might be unreasonably hopeful on the front of your sobriety.

[He scowls at Morgan, but doesn't say anything, although he very nearly takes up the bottle of liquor to throw it at her. Of course, with his reflexes as slow as they are, and his sobriety as nonexistent as it is, he just ends up slumping to the side and leaning into Billy again]

Mmhm.

[Then he looks at Billy with a drunken smile and nods]

Three hours.

[He giggles again, then closes his eyes and mutters] Yeah. Right.

[Billy scoots his arm around the younger girl, feeling almost maternal--PATERNAL, he meant, paternal towards West right now. He shifts back slightly onto the couch, deciding to let West get his sleep. As long as Billy can keep an eye on him and make sure he's all right, this is all right.]

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