The Spiral III

[Rory]

"Are you OK?" Rory asked Alexis Kane , looking back at the door, expecting to see Daysha Jackson or even Agent J Derevko .

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

"Hey, you don't look so hot."

I bet all the guys say that.

He started walking after her, not quite as fast as she was, but enough to stay in earshot.

"Let me go get your, uh, cousin, to make sure you make it home OK."

He looked back at the bar again, trying to figure out what Lexi might respond to.

"Passing out in the back of that cab is going to be so low-glam, you know."

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

[Cayce]

Alexis stopped dead in her tracks, her stomach clenching. The last thing she needed was Daysha showing up. It was bad enough being strung out without having a cop breathe down your neck.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Lexi said, trying to put steel into voice, but instead it came out sounding whiny and pained. "I just need to get home, okay? I just need to get home. But don't go get Daysha! Daysha can go fuck herself, I don't need her to give me a ride. Shit, just lay, off, okay? I'm not drunk. I'm not going to pass out!" she ranted, the look on her face saying that she was going to throw up.

She dry heaved before the tirade could continue and scurried behind a battered pickup parked in the lot, the sound of her stomach emptying itself carrying to Rory's ears. Liquid, tortured sounds and the acrid stench of digestive fluids filled the air, a tormented hiccup interposing itself before the sounds continued. Lexi was on her hands and knees, propped up against the side of the truck, trying to keep from falling into her own puke while she dry heaved, her body not content with expelling only the contents of her stomach.

[Rory]

Gross.

"Or you can just... do that... and put a big check mark in the low-glam box," he answered.

We're all only as alone as we choose to be.

Rory moved closer, leaning on his side of the truck.

"OK, here's the deal. You're not OK. You're rolling around the street throwing up. Fortunately, you're doing it in front of me, so we've both crossed a lot of boundaries with one another in the past... ten minutes. I can't just 'lay off' and leave; nobody decent would. So either you let me go get Daysha, you call another friend, or you let me give you a ride."

Please let me go get @Daysha Jackson .

[Cayce]

Alexis let out a groan and staggered away from the truck once she got to her feet, the stench threatening to cause a repeat episode. She closed her eyes and took in a shallow breath, trying to ignore the sensation of her brain splitting and her stomach throwing a miniature revolt. She glared at Rory, trying somehow to transfer the blame to him, but finally she just nodded.

"Ok, fine. A ride would be good since not your not going to leave me alone. I swear though, if you mention 'low glam' again, I'm going to fucking strangle you." She dug tissues out of her purse and started cleaning her mouth off, not appearing grateful even in the slightest, the spark of need in her eyes overriding her other emotions. "You gonna just stand there?"

[Rory]

"Funny, I was going ask if you were gonna just lay there yakking," Rory retorted.

You didn't grow up in a boy's home without learning to give as good as you got. It had been a while since he'd been carped at, and habit took over; he got it under control before attaching Low-Glam's new nickname.

It was even harder not to start whistling Sheila E's 'The Glamorous Life'.

That's the tequila shot talking.

"I'm sorry. That was un... charitable... of me." He'd almost used the other C-word. He hadn't though; for some reason it just sounded too... preachy.

He fished the keys of his Jeep out of his pocket and pointed to it.

"Should we... ," he began, trailing off.

She'd said her goodbyes. Did he owe Daysha Jackson one? Or an explanation? He felt like things were moving way too fast, like he was the lizard from Rango who's tank had been shattered and him left floundering in the Real World.

"OK, let's go."

[Cayce]

"Thank god," Lexi mumbled, following Rory to his jeep. She climbed in the passenger seat and immediately slumped lower into it, barely remembering to buckle up. She rested an elbow against the window and leaned her head against one hand, staring out the passenger window. She gave directions, but otherwise said nothing, only the occasional groan echoing from her.

OOC

I'm assuming we exit?