Sharp, Charged and in the Club

[Coco]

Coco's face relaxed into a brilliant smile...until something registered, filtering up through the haze of the alcohol newly buzzing in her veins.

"You didn't hear it from Mhairi, did you? It was someone else! Who? Sasha? Yeah, it was that bitch, wasn't it?" Coco demanded, her questions flying faster than the beat of even the most passionate tango, let alone the music of the club.

"Stupid ice witch always had it out for me...Wait, no, it was Mhairi!" Coco cried with a gasp, the micro-expressions floating across Quick's face telling the Wasp all that she needed to know.

"What did she say! Tell me, or I swear to god..."

Coco couldn't even finish the threat, her mind awash in a heady sea of alcohol and outrage.

  4 successes after dranks, kablow!

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-03-13 21:58:52		El Coco! rolls 7 to Lies? Please! (wits4+subter3) (10 Again)		8, 10, 8, 10, 6, 4, 2, 4, 8		5 successes

[Quick]

Whoa! Sasha? A bitch? Quick makes a pronounced few blinks. That's a new one on him. Is she drunk or just...



Oh.



This what Mhairi meant? Gotta be... Quick smiles apologetically as Coco pieces things together - and makes them real by speaking them out loud. Things could get ugly, quick. Time to save face.

"She saaaid... you were a good friend." Not a lie. Not that lying would help at this point. "So, maybe you should forget the rest. She probably never expected you to come back."

Now, maybe challenging a tipsy(?) Wasp isn't the most level-headed idea, but Quick's had a few drinks in him too. And he'd hit a girl if he had to. Not hitting her'd just be sexist. If, you know, she got crazy. Er. Crazier. Whatever. The Elemental levels his gaze with hers and states flatly "You wanna drop threats? That's fine. But you don't need to know. She cares about you. You should trust her."

[Coco]

"Oh really?" Coco pressed, trying to get up in Quick's face, though the height difference made the gesture more comical than anything else.

"If what Mhairi said was soooo unimportant then why are you putting so much effort into hiding it, huh? Do you have any idea what I did for this place before I left? Do you have any idea what I tried to do!?" the Wasp demanded, her face flushing like a tomato as her wrath swarmed up inside her.

"No! Of course you don't, because even the people that do know don't care anyways! It doesn't matter if there are some nights when I need a fifth just to fall asleep! It doesn't matter if you--if ya--fff..."

The Wasp couldn't get those last words out, her rage plummeting as the alcohol fizzing inside her swiftly pulled her mood towards Winter and tears began to poor from the drunken changelings eyes as she broke into a small fit of sobs.

[Quick]

Quick grimaces. What's he gotten himself into? The crazy short bitch is in his face now? Why can't she leave well enough alone?

Arms cross, eyes narrow. Quick isn't sure if the Waspy woman is going to swing on him or just storm out. Until... yep. There it is: tears. Quick leans back, tension dissolving into pity. Which is lame. Anger is way easier to deal with than pity.

The Elemental sighs, but his voice holds just enough of an edge to - hopefully - make his point. "Alright, look: I'm new. Ish. Which means? You're right. I really don't know anything about you." He plops unceremoniously onto the bar stool and manages to prop his face up with his palm. Little dizzy. The James-ey eyes on his masked face linger on her until she looks back at him.

"We've all got shit. Or had shit, or whatever. You really want people to care? Try dialing down the anger. Yeah? Shit..." But this isn't the 'can you believe this girl' version of the staple swear. Quick's resting arm finds the counter-top and he pushes himself up. Barely. The pretty-boy complexion takes on a pale, almost greenish hue. "Fuck! I... mmmph." His hand shoots up to cover his mouth. Too much tequila. Too much drama. With no small amount of stumbling, Quick tries to head in the direction of the restroom. And clearly looks lost. A look smack-dab between terror and resignation hangs over his face, but he manages to shoot Coco a pleading look.

[Coco]

Even through the haze of tears and the fuzz of alcohol, Coco couldn't ignore the look on Quick's face. Or, maybe it wasn't the look, maybe it was something that her antennae picked up, some scent of acid that was quickly becoming out of place.

Dashing away her tears with one hand, the Wasp grabbed Travis' elbow with the other and began to drag him toward's the restrooms, somehow finding a way to wind through the crowd, though the sudden turns must have been hell on Quick's roiling stomach. Still, before he knew it, they were pushing their way into the men's restroom and into once of the stalls, a comforting hand patting the masked changeling's back as he voided a cocktail of alcohol and puke into porcelain bowl below.

It was the last thing Coco had been expecting to do that night, but given how many times she'd had people help hold her hair out of the way while she'd thrown up, she figured that she might as well try to pay it all forward, even if all she could do for Quick was be there while he was puking his guts into toilet water.

[Quick]

"Wha!" Quick starts, when he feels a girly hand snag him around the elbow. A quick jerk sends his already queezy stomach roiling. His mouth gets all hot, and his breath starts coming in heavy. He groans once or twice as the Wasp leads him to certain doom salvation, finally collapsing onto his knees. His hands shoot forward to brace himself just as his stomach empties itself in one fell expulsion.

Then an aftershock. He realizes that she's trying to comfort him.

Then round three. He lets out a pained gasp and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. The worst of it is over, now. Unless you count having puke breath, hugging a public toilet and kneeling on what he hopes-to-hell is water. He spins enough to slump sideways into the stall and blinks. The look on his face when he realizes Coco is in the men's room? Yeah. But the initial drunken shock gives way to a coy smile.

"Kindof a rebel, aren't you? Breaking rules and stuff." He lets out a short, clipped laugh, then groans a little again. "Ok... no laughing right now. God, I feel like shit." The past few minutes start to line up in his head, and his look turns sympathetic. "Know something? Start over. Like, seriously." The words come out a little ragged as the winded Elemental carries on, but his tone it light. "Left my whole life behind before I came here. Like hitting the reset button. Maybe you can too."

[Coco]

Maybe it was the alcohol dimming her expectations, but her antennae stiffened in surprise when Quick rolled around and...didn't offer her some sort of vicious recrimination for having the temerity to catch him in a moment of vulnerability. For some reason, he actually seemed to appreciate even the meager effort that she'd put in to easing his distress.

Maybe...maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to start fresh?

Maybe...

If only she hadn't already given that a try.

"I don't think I came here to start my life over," Coco said after a moment, pausing to sniffle, and then grabbing some paper towel to blow her nose into. After a brief moment of hesitation, she threw it into the barf bowl and then used a foot to flush the disgusting mess down.

"Come on," she prompted, offering Quick one of her hands. "Let's get you up. We have better places to be than lounging in some unknown man's trouser water. Is there someone's place where you can stay to sleep this off? Someone you trust?

[Quick]

The heavy breath Quick lets out through his nose could be a sigh. Or just an attempt to keep control over his stomach. Either way, the Elemental doesn't have any options besides accepting what the Wasp says. He can't pretend to know what she's been through. Best he can offer is sympathy. Advice. And if she's beyond those? Her choice.

Though, at this point? Her advice is the one being heeded. There's way better images of being on his knees than the one he's in now. So he grabs Coco's hand, slaps the other against the side of the stall, and pulls himself up.

"Uh, yeah. Actually... good friend of mine let's me crash at her place sometimes. She's one of us. Name's Seraphina . And she'll..." he grimaces, bringing a hand to his spinning insides. "Ugh... she'll probably not want to see me like this." If you swear off drinking, you're not likely to find plastered/hung over friends all that funny.

"Thanks. For, um... getting me out of there. In time."

[Coco]

"Before I left, Mhairi helped me get through a similar predicament," Coco admitted, the words coming slower as she, too, coped with the amount of liquor flooding her system. Thankfully, it wasn't playing hell with her own stomach just yet, just her feelings though that was hardly new.

"This might as well be a community tradition at this point," she continued, trying to inject a little blithe cheer back into her voice, even if the tears still felt like they were pooling behind her eyes.

"Besides, I know how insensitive our community can be, how many people resent you for having a little rainbow in your veins. If we can't even look out for each other, what good are we?" More painful memories were trying to surface, but now wasn't the time. Seraphina's, apparently, was where they were heading next.

Doing her best to help support Travis, and viciously biting back on the urge to taunt him about going to the gym more, Coco pulled out a flip phone from where it was wedged into what passed for pockets on her pants and dialed the number of her favorite Sacramento cab company. She actually knew most of the drivers, and they tended to have a little loyalty since Coco flatly refused to use anything like Uber.

[Quick]

Quick tries to commit the rest of the conversation to memory. Mhairi's friends with Coco. Like Sera.

"Wha- tradition?" he manages, trying to stay conscious at this point. One hand unceremoniously slaps over forehead, covering one eye. He does his best to focus on Coco.

The last little bit sticks in his head. Right. People are judgey. "Think... you did the good tonight."

The Elemental does manage to stay awake until the cab arrives. Mostly awake. There are a few touch-and-goes. But he manages to get to his feet on his own and climb into the back seat. "Night." he says, smiling dumbly before slumping back in the seat.

Fun scene! Sorry for draggin meh feets!