thestormishere | ☈ strike #12 (action)

[ With the latest experiment screeching into an abrupt-as-always end, Lightning is, unsurprisingly, furious at everything because of it. Finding herself out in the middle of town, middle of the night, completely blindsided with the realization that everything she thought for the last week was a lie... that was not in her overall game-plan. The dreams were true. Her "family" was an elaborate, baffling fabrication. Ergo, Lightning is pissed.

However...

Making her way home would be much, much easier if the woman wasn't completely smashed on the alcohol her alternate apparently decided would be a good stand-in for sleep... and if her body wasn't trying desperately to go and expel not only that but apparently everything she's eaten in the last week. The taste of too-strong booze and-- and cigarettes is in her mouth, choking her, and it's only by a show of tremendously formidable will that she manages to stumble home, to make it to the right building at all...

Just to burst inelegantly through community housing 4's front door, smack into a wall bodily, and then promptly get lost in the semi-darkness as she tries to make her way to her apartment. Not so easy, when her intoxication-ruined grace has her tripping on the stairs, cursing not-so-quietly under her breath....

Feel free to run into her at any point between town and apartment. Anywhere, really. 8| ]

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Wha...? -- No! Nnoo! [ Insert mild, drunken panic. Remember the last time you tried to heal her, Aerith? Lightning does- it didn't go so well, and she's not quite sober enough to distinguish the difference at first (or remember she's no longer in danger of what happened then...). ]

[No, she'd kind of forgotten that what with mildly-improved AU where you don't have two kids on the way to becoming an abomination.

Now she remembers that, and the feelings she'd experienced realizing she'd sealed Lightning's fate.]

That wasn't...! [She quickly stops, pulling back--she knows it's different, but faced with Lightning's panic and her own alarm she'd rather back off than argue the point.]

[ There's a short pause... and then Lightning promptly chokes, slapping a hand to her mouth and swallowing compulsively to combat the urge to vomit again. Her life: being drunk out of her mind against her will, freaking out over healing, making friends feel guilty... awesome. Who wouldn't wanna be her right now?

She just squeezes her eyes shut, trying not to sway enough to fall over again. Can she just go home now? :( ]

Light? [Please don't make choked sounds like that D:] I'm not going to do anything, calm down.

[Sure Light can go home. Aerith will be happy to help ~~or try~~ when it doesn't sound like moving her will result in technicolor yawns.]

[ There are some advantages to having as much willpower and stubbornness as Lightning. Namely managing not to paint Aerith's pretty flowers a different color right now.

....

That doesn't mean the stream of muttered curses that comes out of her mouth a little later isn't just as foul, though. Not that they're particularly coherent, but it's possible chains of entrails and the suggestion that those responsible go and do a few physically impossible things can be made out. ]

[Entrails definitely get a wince from Aerith, but it smooths out into a wry smile as it keeps going. ...Drunk Light might even be able to give Cid some new ideas. But still--]

People don't bend that much. Come on, let's go home. [THEY'RE A GOIN'. ...SLOWLY.]

[ It's the people who don't swear often that you have to watch out for! Makes them... creative when they do. Lightning continues to go on for a little while, before finally losing interest and trailing off. ]

Right... [ And because apparently the first time wasn't enough: ] Sorrry.

[Pinch. Light one, but noticeable.] Stop that. You couldn't help this.

[ Fhdfaguiw why? Hope you don't mind being jerked around at least a little at that, girl. ]

Tsk... cen't hhelp... much of annything, huh?

[ What a mopey drunk you've turned out to be, Lightning. 8| ]

[EEP. Though she really was asking for it.]

Sure you can. Right now, you can help my neck stay attached. [DOES FLIPPANCY HELP, LIGHT?]

[ Well, it... shuts her up for a few seconds? In a way that's clearly sulking, though- Aerith just doesn't understand. And clearly, she actually is mad about the flowers. What a liar. ]

What...evrr.

[Lightning you are drunk what do the flowers even have to do with this.]

I think you'll be happier in the morning the less I let you mope now. We've both had a rough night.

☈ strike #12 (action)

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