DOM: and who is this someone else? DOM: why wont it be a good idea?
ANALU: i dunno sme guy i been drinkng with idk his name ANALU: because its us
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DOM: and who is this someone else? DOM: why wont it be a good idea?
ANALU: i dunno sme guy i been drinkng with idk his name ANALU: because its us
She only laughed it off, slight shrug of her shoulders. "It's summer, though! Plus, I'm like, right by the beach - it was really soothing, actually, like having a white noise machine right behind you. It's like camping! But no bears - which is only a little disappointing. I think I would be able to hug a bear." Forgetting that Analu was suffering - because Myria stayed in a perpetual state of intoxicated, and thus rarely dealt with a real hangover - her voice had gone back to its normal levels of just slightly too loud. "Oh! I think I saw that! I mean, like - honestly? Truthfully? I think it's like, more power to her. I hope she's like - owning it. Sometimes you just like lose yourself, right? I've totally been in like - kinda similar scenarios. Mostly when I lived in LA - but that's like, almost normal for LA, honestly."
Analu didn't know what she was expecting to hear, but it definitely wasn't that. "Just - uh, just a slight suggestion, if you see a bear don't try to hug it. You won't be able to hug it." She gave Myria a look, knowing or at least hoping it was a joke, but she didn't delve further in it. "Hold up!" Analu chuckled, bringing her hand up. "What does 'been in similar scenarios' mean? And who were you hanging out with in LA? I don't remember seeing someone do something like that when I was there."
DOM: wdym why DOM: because im taking you home now that i've sobered up a little
ANALU: yeh why ANALU: somene else probs will ANALU: i went u to but i ont think its a good idea
"I've been trying to be better, have tea instead of coffee, but I don't know how long I'll last on it," she admits, nodding her head and ordering two Bloody Marys for the both of them, eyes flickering back to her friend with raised eyebrows. "Oh, care to spill who? If you even remember, that is," Rosie joked, a grin forming over her features that despite Analu's harsh morning, she did have some fun last night. "I just had a few drinks, and…" Kissed Santiago. But she knows they aren't really on good terms, so Rosie forgoes adding that part. "Hung out with some people. My night wasn't anything crazy, really."
"Caffeine isn't that bad as long as you're not over-doing it." Even though she was fully aware that she might be drinking a little too much coffee. "I'll come back to you if I figure out the names. But they were cute, so that's good." She didn't bother acknowledging their names when she first heard them, let alone after waking up with a massive headache. "Honestly just knowing there isn't someone stalking us like prey anymore made the night one of the best so far." Which was why she allowed herself to get so drunk to begin with. She thanked the waiter after they placed the drinks in front of them and pulled one of the glasses toward her. "And I didn't wake up with Catherine announcing something horrible, so even though my head hurts, it's still a good day."
"Don't fucking make me into the villain when I had a valid reason to be away from this fucking town. I had a job to do, you know that thing he and I actually love together? What, you think you somehow being here makes up for the bullshit that you pulled?" Santi asked, before snorting out a laugh. "I'm not a fucking saint, never said I was, but at least, I know I'm a much better person than you," he spat out, before her words finally pushed him over the edge. Santi slammed his palm down on the counter, not caring about anybody else hearing, not when the word father started ringing in his ears and he was starting to see red. "He stopped being your father the second you decided to leave with her. When you fucking chose her side. To support her in her decision to leave so fuck her, and fuck you. This family was fine without either of you, and we'll continue to be fucking fine without either of you. Get the fuck out."
"So what? I'm the villain in your story?" She scoffed, she was tired of constantly fighting with him. It led them nowhere. "It doesn't change what happened, but I am here and I'm fucking trying." Despite everything that happened since the day she moved back home, she stayed. She buried so many people and she still stayed. "What the hell do you want me to say? What do you want to hear so you can stop acting like this?" She didn't know what to say anymore, how is she supposed to fix something when she was the only one willing to put some effort in it. She jumped back when her brother slammed his hand, she didn't expect to get a physical reaction out of him. "You don't get to say that! Just because you're fucking pissed at your mother and you don't want to call her and say that to her so you take it out on me doesn't give you the right to say that!" She was on the verge of either throwing something or crying, she just didn't know which one was going to come first. "You know what? Despite all this bullshit, all the things you say, you are my brother and I love you and I'm not leaving." He has to know that she was home for good, that she grew out of the girl that was constantly chasing something, and she knew it doesn't excuse what she did, but she was trying now and that has to count for something. It has to. "So I don't know, maybe call the person you're really angry with or just get used to me being home." She finished turning to walk out, only to stop in her tracks when she saw their father in the doorway. "I'm sorry, I'll see you later." She went to give him a side-hug before she left.
"Pick someone else," Santi immediately said with a shake of his head. He didn't have the time nor the patience for this back and forth with this woman who was just his sister on paper, and absolutely nowhere else. "You should," he shortly added. "We've got this without you, just like we always have. You could actually just leave right now and nobody here would particularly care," Santi said, shrugging. "Or is this just something you do so you can convince yourself you still have a conscience?"
"Nobody's this fun," she crossed her arms over chest and leaned against the counter. "Oh, well I don't remember seeing you running back home when we found out. Or does everything else only matter when there's no game to win? You're not a fucking saint either." She can admit to her mistakes, even when the list felt never-ending. "He's my father too and I'm staying, so you can shove those snarky comments next to the stick that's up your ass." She kept her voice hushed, the last thing she wanted was their father to hear the way they speak to each other. She took in a deep breath, pouring herself a glass of water to take a few small sips.
"yeah --- dunno. he was weird." who in hollywood isn't? truthfully, she doesn't think there's a lot of them there. partially why she wanted out. "i promise i won't bring any bugs to parties you have, though." as some sort of peace offering, like people would think otherwise if she didn't say it. is it possible to tell that darla isn't an amazing speaker off script? "would you do it again, even if it means you get another hangover? think that's the worst part, even if you're not thinkin' about it in the moment."
"wow - uh, i've never had anyone make a promise like that," she narrowed her eyes for a moment before she lets a smile break through. "i used to drink just like this a couple months ago before - i guess before nightrest went to shit - and hangovers weren't a problem. all it takes is a little bit of training," she wiggled her eyebrows, though it didn't take long before she shook her head. "no, drinking the thoughts away doesn't help, but at least it's fun."
"I feel bad for her - I mean, everyone feels a sense of dread whenever she makes an appearance - whether it's on the news or in person. She's like a walking bad omen." The job must've been - stressful, to say the least; everyone watching her, unable to avoid her. Eden knew what it was like to have a reputation - even if it was years ago; she couldn't help but sympathize with the older woman. She only shook her head with a small sigh, lifting her coffee to her lips. "It's ridiculous, really - they start fights over the smallest things." Usually, she kept the group chat muted. It was better not to know, not to get involved. "I mean - treat yourself, it's not often we get to just have fun, you know? The hangover's well worth it." Eden leaned forward, pulling the tiny bottle out from her purse and uncapping it, pouring a hefty drop into Analu's drink. "It's liquid courage," she joked, "It's just good to have on hand sometimes - like an emergency stash. I also have - a miniature first aid kit, a pill box organized by pain reliever brand, tissues, lotion - I carry half of my bathroom with me."
"Someone has to be it," she added, she can't picture what it's like to to cover such heavy material, and in a small town where everybody practically knew everybody. "Honestly, it's a real talent if you ask me. A fun drinking game is back-reading and drinking every time someone starts fighting." Recently she started avoiding it, and then her brother's pop up had her mute it entirely. She didn't want to be someone who causes fights again. "You have a point," she chuckled, bringing the cup to her lips, the bitterness of the coffee hiding the taste of alcohol. The killer was gone. She didn't have to look over her shoulder every few minutes anymore. She was allowed to have fun even if the morning after wasn't as pleasant. "You are organized and always ready! I'm going to keep that in mind if I ever need something. I can only tell you what I have in my smaller bags. The big ones are a mystery to me too."
"smart choice. but then again, what happens if you end up needing your phone?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. if something came up, like analu needing a ride, then having a phone would come in handy. even zehra knew that. "maybe have your phone on you. but keep it turned off unless you need to call someone for a ride. or something like that." she suggested. "nope. i don't." she replied. she knew it would take time for her to get back out there. as she once heard, one step at a time. and that's what she was doing right now.
"i can always use someone's," her shoulders go up in a shrug, before she chuckled. "whatever, we both know it's not going to happen." even though they are supposed to be safer now she wouldn't go out without a way to reach someone. "well, when you're ready i'm sure there's going to be someone amazing out there."
DOM: duh DOM: you dont wanna go home yet?
ANALU: whY
"Want to go get Bloody Mary's? Those are always good for getting over hangovers. Besides, I read a study that says caffeine doesn't help," Rosie replied, letting out a sigh and taking a sip of her coffee. She wished it did, because she could hardly get through a day without a latte. "Give it a few hours, you'll be fine," she teases with a grin. "Did you do anything fun? Something scandalous?"
"It makes sense, but I can't imagine starting my day without coffee. Or any form of caffeine." She didn't even think it did much on a regular day, but it was part of her routine. "Sign me up for those Bloody Mary's though." She added, her lips curved up in a smile. "Uh - made out with someon- actually I think it was two different people, but that's about as wild as my night went." Her shoulders went up in a shrug, she couldn't even put names to their faces. "What did you get up to?"
"well --- maybe not that, but i don't think carrying loaves around at a party would be a bad thing. definitely not the weirdest. i had someone bring in like, bugs that were trapped in some kind'a like, weird material for a show n' tell." exciting story, darla. "the bugs were dead. he didn't bring live ones. for the record." head shakes, shrugging. "it depends on what you're tryn'a forget. like. if it's something you'll never see again, that might work. but probably not if you're gonna run into them on the street, y'know?" little miss issues is giving advice now. "though 'm not a therapist. sooo." shrugs.
"bugs?" she repeated, her eyes widening slightly, "alive or dead - doesn't make it any better." well, it wasn't the weirdest thing she had heard, but still made her wonder who thinks that's a good idea. analu was in for a treat, one of the people she definitely didn't want to think about she saw too often in her childhood home. "you're right, but at least last night was fun. won't take back those blissful couple of hours."
"okay. no food for the time being." but when she was ready to eat, zehra would make sure to either make something up for her. or oder something for her. the last thing she wanted to see was her not eating anything that day. "next time you're drunk, i'll be sure to take that phone of yours away." she noted. she was sure the last thing her best friend wanted to do was something she would end up regretting.
her hand ran down her face, "next time i'm not bringing my phone." or if she was lucky enough by next time there wouldn't be anyone occupying her thoughts. "i'm just going to pretend it never happened. i was drunk, so who cares anyway." she waved her hand dismissively, "let's forget about me. have you - do you have your eye on someone? i know it hasn't been that long since... but i doubt he would have wanted you to shut off the world."
Analu's lips curled into a playful grin, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I can't believe you forgot about him," she chuckled, opening the wine bottle to fill their glasses. She let the movie play and leaned against him with a piece of pizza in hand. "You always know what's going to happen in these romantic comedies, but they're cute."
"Really good, huh? Good to know," he muses, grinning lightly to himself with a knowing glance at Analu before he puts on his boxers, followed by his pants and getting up to follow her. "I'm a sucker for French toast, so that's my vote." He leans back against one of the counters, reaching for the mug. "Thanks. Then let's get some food into your system, don't want anything to happen on my watch," he jokes lightly. "I can make you eggs and bacon if you're in the mood for that."
She takes a few sips from her coffee before she set it aside to take what she needs out of the fridge. "Let's do French toast and bacon." She quickly shows him where to find what he'd need and goes back to whisking the egg mixture for the toast. "If you could have one meal for breakfast, lunch and dinner what would it be?"
“Lizi, my darling, you could put a gun up my ass and I still would not be able to tell you what happened last night.” A light thud came from the kitchen, where Stuart's side was bracing against the fridge, as he hurriedly put on mismatched socks. “But it's, like, you know, it's there. You can kinda feel it, but not fully grasp it. It's crazy how your memory can just be fucking—gone—overnight.” Light footsteps treaded the way to the living room and stopped behind the couch, the one Analu was sitting on; Stuart then threw both arms over the back of the seat, exhaling a loud and exaggerated sigh. “But guess what! Woke up in my own bed at least! Because, FYI, it's not fun sobering up at a bus station three hours away with a dead phone.” Stuart's chin made contact with his hands folded on top of each other, peering over at the other. “And you?” His eyebrows wiggled with a toothy smirk. “Did you do something I wouldn't have done?”
"Don't make me laugh," she still did, and it made her headache feel worse, but her only option was to power through it. "How do you even end up three hours away? And at a bus station? Why?" she threw questions as her eyebrows furrowed. "Do you text people you shouldn't text when you're drunk? Because that's what I did. So my headache is going strong laced with embarrassment. But it will be fine! I'm just going to pretend it never happened, and for sure turn the other direction if I see that person again. Problem solved!"
"Oh, sorry -" Myria dropped to a whisper, although it was more of a scream-whisper than anything else, " - have you seen my keys anywhere? I think I might've dropped them in a gutter - I ended up sleeping outside!" She pulled back, ripping open a sugar packet and stirring extra into her cup, "It was super enlightening - I feel like, very connected to nature now." Another sugar packet ripped and poured into her coffee, "I don't really remember last night? Everything's all like, blurry and stuff. I rode the bull, though!"
Her eyes widened wondering if she heard correctly. "You slept outside? Nature is nice, but not that nice." Well, at least Analu managed to make it home, not that she remembered how, but nonetheless she woke up in her own bed. "I imagine it was fun. I was going to get on the bull, but then someone had a little too much fun with it." She scrunched up her nose at the thought.