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@dctspivot
felicityxsmcak:
Felicity had to push her lips together to hold back the smile that threatened spread on her face. Not that Pattyâs words didnât sound funny, but her expression screamed her need for a hug, not to be laughed at. âHey, how about you stop panicking over it? I heard Barry got so drunk at his bachelor party that he spread chicken sauce all over his face,â she blurt out, stopping the second she remembered the tiny detail where Patty and Barry used to date. ââSorry. Bad example. The point is, people do stupid things while theyâre drunk. So how about you take a breath and tell me what happened?â she suggested, her hands pushing and pulling at her chairâs wheels as she toyed with it.
     â--- itâs okay, you know,â patty spoke after a long silence. âyou can mention barry about me. his name doesnât make me cry... anymore, i promise. i know heâs married to iris, and iâm happy for him. honestly, i really am.â besides, it wasnât like she could compete or change things. they were barry and iris, practically written in the stars. it took a while, but patty eventually accepted that and attempted to move on. though it did hurt a little to watch the relationship unfold on her facebook timeline. thankfully, she buried her head in her work and studies and it got a little better to cope with, and now... well, now there was daniel. when a breath was suggested, patty nodded slowly and took a deep breath, though she almost forgot to exhale as the reality of the situation took over again. âikindofgotmarriedtoaguyibarelyknowandnowidonâtknowwhattodo,â she fired out, cheeks burning brick red.
blackcanarysongbird:
âOh, câmon Iâm sure it canât have been that badâ Dinah replied with a small chuckle, laughing still hurt but she couldnât help it right now. Focusing on whatever problem Patty had was also a nice distraction from the fact that she desperately wanted a drink. âJust tell me what happened and weâll go from there, sound good?â
     âwould you still say that if i said it might involve me needing to seek out legal advice? or, at least, some form of lawyer?â patty asked, eyebrow arched as fingers fidgeted with the edges of her sleeves. âi uh... got married,â she lifted a hand and displayed the panda ring. a ring, for some reason, that she had yet to remove.
greenarrvw:
â the mornings after, waking up to realize all of the stupid things youâve done â thatâs one of the reasons iâm glad that iâm not much of a drinker these days.â thereâs a hint of understanding in his smile. the occasional glass of good whiskey or vodka he had now was nothing comparable to the blackout parties of his youth. â but iâm probably the farthest thing from a saint there is when it comes to embarrassing drinking stories. trust me, weâve all been there. iâm sure whatever you did isnât worth getting so worked up over.âÂ
     âiâm not much of a drinker. well, iâm not supposed to be - not with my kind of job,, anyway,â patty practically rambled through her reply. âit was just the -- i guess i just wanted to relax after... you know,â she waved a hand around in place of her words, making a face. that weekend was rough on everyone, but she doubted anyone was stupid enough to go out and get themselves married while intoxicated. this seemed like a mess isolated to just herself and, well... daniel. âdid you ever wake up in the morning with a panda ring on your finger and an official registry form because -- because if not then youâre really missing out on life...â god, that was a terrible joke, and the fact that she was deadly silent afterwards showed that she knew that.
bxtgirlisms:
â oh, come on. it couldnât be that bad, right? â she quirked a brow, curiosity always got the better of her. she wasnât particularly close with patty, but she shared enough mutual friends that they could talk without a sense of awkwardness, in barbaraâs opinion. â okay, iâm definitely not hitting you with a shovel. weâve all mad questionable choices after drinking. maybe youâre just being a little hard on yourself? â
     âyouâd be surprised,â patty groaned as forehead met hand. normally she wasnât one for dramatics but this felt like a situation that called for it, and she couldnât get rid of the desire to crawl into a hole and never come back out again. âput it this way, my mom never misses an opportunity to brag about me, but after this? i donât think sheâll even want to bring me up in conversation ever again. itâs that bad.â
danielxwalker:
âI have to admit Iâve never done this eitherâ Dan commented as he watched the woman his wife now apparently pacing around the floor. He usually didnât drink this much, and heâd never gotten married while drunk, first time for everything he supposed. âWalker, my surname, itâs⌠itâs Walker.â
     âwalker... david -- no, daniel... daniel walker, right?â god, she felt like an idiot. she could already hear her motherâs voice ringing in her ears, berating her daughterâs stupidity for marrying someone she didnât know while drunk. it was like the ultimate no-no when it came to patricia spivotâs mother. reaching up, she pinched the bridge of her nose then offered the somewhat familiar male a smile. âdo you remember much from last night? i mean, i remember you from the fires and you helped me rescue that dog then gave me a ride to vegas to see my mom, but other than that itâs pretty hazy. what -- what are we going to do?â
fcstestman:
âalright. duly noted.â barry offers her a smile, seemingly amused at her plight. suspecting she hadnât done anything too detrimental. embarrassing, perhaps, but not life threatening. âwhat did you do? it canât be that bad. on the night of my bachelor party, we got arrested. and i started crying about chicken wings.â
     patty dropped her head forward and hid behind her hands for a moment or two. the last person she expected to have this conversation with was her ex; an ex that would always mean the world to her, and the redness that was rushing to her ears right now was betraying the fact that she was trying to hide her shame. âto be fair, iâve seen you cry over chicken nuggets so wings doesnât surprise me at all,â she muttered, the attempt of a joke lingering on the edge of her tongue. damn it. âi uh -- letâs just say youâre not the only one who has made it official. the only difference is that youâre in love and i was uh... drunk.â
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@devotedcop
     âso, uh... i donât usually do... that,â patty eventually spoke up after what seemed like an eternity of pacing in silence, her thumb playing with the panda ring on her finger. the ring might be fake, but the documentation on the kitchen table was not. her drunk self was apparently just as efficient and official as her sober self. fantastic. âwhat are we going to do? i mean, i donât even know your surname or, well... anything, really.â this was a disaster.
@danielxwalker
     âremind me to never drink again,â patty grumbled as she paced the floor, arms folded across her chest as she attempted to will the past weekend gone. âi went to visit my mom out of state and hitched a ride with a friend and now â god, iâm so embarrassed. â hey, do you mind picking that shovel up over there and whack me over the head with it? thanks.â
shrinkster:
âi got a little bit beaten up, itâs fine!â and really, it is. everyoneâs been injured during the chaos, nobodyâs really escaped undamaged. that doesnât take away the sting of the bump on the back of his head, or the aching of his probably broken nose, but it makes him less inclined to do anything about it. âit wasnât fun, but then again, when are injuries fun, right?â he jokes, as he always does when things are getting a little bit too serious. âhit my head on some metal. well, the metal hit me, really. but itâs fine!â
     âand here was me thinking that i was the optimistic one,â patty laughed as she sat down beside him, eyes double checking the damage on his face despite him ensuring her that he was okay. she didnât quite believe him, but that was going to go unsaid. the look on her face spoke loud enough, anyway. âdo you want me to arrest that piece of metal? i think i can do that. well... i havenât exactly found anything about it in the rule book, but i could always add it?â she laughed, softly. âare you sure you donât need anything? water? painkillers? you should at least rest, anywayâ
speedyqveens:
         thea took one look at the bar and stumbled right back out of the once intact glass doors. planks of wood now covered the once pristine entrance. she knew it could be worse, knew most of the neighboring businesses had gotten worse. and as she moved to sit down on the concrete, the large gash on her abdomen causing her to wince reminded her it could have been so much worse, and not just for the bar.
         she noticed a pair of shoes appear beside her as she gazed at the ground, remnants of the recent event still remained. she gave a wry smile, her voice rough as she spoke. â suffice it to say, weâre not open yet. besides, itâs only 1 pm, thatâs early even for me. â she glanced up, giving them a small smile, one that wasnât particularly happy or sad, just placid and tired because it was all she could manage at the moment.
     âoh, i know,â patty nodded slowly as she gave the younger female a small smile. âi wasnât actually looking to drink, i was just -- iâm working, actually,â she went on to say. âiâm just going around to make sure that the clean up thatâs happening around the city is going okay and that everyone is safe... and stuff.â patty rubbed at the back of her neck as she glanced around, the once majestic scenery now nothing but a memory in the minds of those that lived there; a memory now scarred by flames and blood. maybe she should have stayed gone if this was what was going to be her life now -- then again, it was the life she chased, wasnât it? it had to be... âis there anything i can help you with?â
devotedcop:
âso, how does it feel? tell me, how does it feelâ to get your ass kicked royally in pool? like, i was at least hoping for a challenge.â
     patty barely heard a word her colleague said as she stared at a spot on the wall, a half finished beer pinned between her hands. after what seemed like an eternity, patty turned her head as green eyes widened. âoh... you won,â she pointed out mindlessly. âthat means i buy the next round, right? i... forgot the wager.â