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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[Morgan returns with a pitcher of water and a mug -- both have handles and are gripped by one hand easily. In her other hand she has a bowl, and a cloth is draped over her arm. She guesses trays are kind of useless to a man living alone; she sure as Hell couldn't find one, but then this would not have been the first time she proved she could not find her way around a kitchen.]

...

[Seeing that Billy is managing just fine getting West awake, she chooses not to announce her presence but instead carries the items to the nearest bedside table. Despite how clumsy she seems sometimes in the kitchen, each piece seems to make it to the flat surface practically soundlessly and without a drop spilled. She fills the mug and sets the pitcher aside.]

How are you feeling, Major?

[Her voice is calm, much calmer than it was before, without all the usual snark or skepticism. There was a chair next to the bed, near the table -- probably meant for draping coats or other things. Chairs always wound up that way in bedrooms -- not so much for sitting as they were for holding stuff, though this one was perfectly clean now. Morgan sinks into it quietly.

Edited 2009-01-04 07:23 (UTC)

[Billy gives West a little lopsided smile.]

Maybe tucked away somewhere. Sorry for waking you up.

[Then he glances over his shoulder to Morgan and shifts back slightly, half feeling like he should get out of here before she starts doing the warden-y thing, half not really wanting to abandon West]

[He glances away from Billy and up at Morgan, his smile fading. It isn't that he's particularly upset to see her, so much as he assumes he's in trouble now, and really isn't in any sort of mood to deal with that]

Tired. Hungover.

I'll bet you are.

[In spite of the mild snark, there, she's still quiet as she leans over to pick up the mug of water and hold it out to him.]

You need fluids. Sit up slowly. Sip slowly.

[She leans over to help prop pillows.]

We're going to do things a little differently today, if that's okay. No shouting. No demands or ultimatums. Just talking.

[Biting her lip, Morgan sits back down. She glances up at Billy, then back at him.]

And if it's all right with both of you, I'd like it if Billy stayed. I...think I know whose face you're wearing. And I know it's rough. So there's not going to be any confronting, no accusations. I just want you to be safe, and I want to help you feel better without letting you go numb.

[Reluctantly, he sits up (which his head objects to entirely) and accepts the mug, taking a slow sip of water-- which sends another wave of nausea through him, but this time he doesn't get sick all over the place]

You--

[What? That's a change. He looks over at Billy questioningly, as though his friend might have some explanation, then at Morgan again. With a small shrug, he looks down at his cup and drinks again]

Alright.

[She thanks all higher powers that could possibly exist that he didn't immediately jump to arguing. She wants to tell herself that she got it in her head to do this because she felt bad, but it probably helps that he looks like a kid right now; buys lots of sympathy points, but then being all sicky and pitiful helps too. The pirate looks up at Billy, raising an eyebrow.]

Is that all right with you, Billy?

[Billy gives a small half shrug]

Sure.

[He still isn't entirely sure about why Morgan's changed her attitude so drastically over the last few hours, but he's willing to stick around for the sake of West at least.]

Thank you.

[Morgan sat forward a little, somewhat confidentially, bringing her hands together in front of her.]

You know I'm going to ask questions, so if it's all right with both of you, I'd like to even the ground a little bit. [Make it feel a little less like she was interrogating someone.] For every one that I ask you, Major, you can ask me one, too, and I'll answer it honestly.

[A glance.]

Billy, will you take part as well?

[Of course West doesn't like this idea, and he feels completely uncomfortable at the notion of this question and answer session. He tenses up immediately, but he's too tired and sick to get fighty]

Fine. Ask your questions; go ahead.

[Billy shifts uncomfortably, but nods.]

Sure, okay.

[She nods, only looking slightly more confident than either of them.] What was her name? [She glances at each of them, realizing that either of them could probably give her different answers.]

[His eyes narrow and he frowns tightly]

Hannah.

[Another nod, and she moves again, sitting back, and she starts to cross her arms but forces her hands into her lap instead. It looks too defensive when she does that.]

Do you want to ask me a question, or do you want another one?

I don't have any questions for you.

All right. [She swallows, telling herself to stay away from the incident for the time being. It'll go there when he decides to take it there.] What were your first impressions of her, when you met her for the first time?

[He wasn't expecting that question. And he doesn't really have an answer prepared, but after a bit of thinking, he speaks flatly, without much inflection-- which is pretty much how Hannah herself spoke when the drugs kicked in, but he didn't know that]

She had just lost her father. So, she was quiet and withdrawn, as was expected.

Edited 2009-01-05 02:06 (UTC)

[Morgan frowned, caught by a shock of empathy she hadn't expected.] What went through your head when you first learned that?

We all lost people. I didn't dwell on it.

So did you talk to her after her arrival?

I told her she needed to eat.

[He shrugs. He doesn't want to say that he didn't want to speak to her, get to know her in any fashion, as he knew what was to come.]

That's about it.

How do you think that made her feel?

How did what make her feel? Being told to eat?

[She hesitated.] Well -- How would you have felt if when you came here no one said a word to you, Major? Save a word or two to make sure you were doing what you were supposed to do?

...

[He looks between her and Billy, then takes a sip of water]

Well, I said hello.

[Gently.] That's not what I asked you. How would you have felt?

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SKIPPING BILLY FOR A ROUND

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