Tierra hadnât been one for heavy drinking for a long time, the years when she was able to rebound from over indulgence quickly being a thing of the past by now. Itâs not that she was particularly old, but using alcohol also made genetic modifications go haywire a bit if one wasnât careful. She just wasnât one for seeing the world through a foggy glass anymore, but after a disagreement sent the Ampora Sr. packing for his shuttle early and leaving the Peixes headmaster at the front steps of her estate in just her bathrobe, she felt the desire to dull the pain a bit.
It wasnât that the Peixes was even that attached to him, or really to anyone, but every time someone else made her smile, every time someone new made her feel content for a moment, she couldnât help but feel like she was a bad person. Her husband had been dead for a few years now, but the thought still felt like a fresh wound that hadnât even been looked at by a doctor. It was stupid, and she felt like an idiot for feeling that way, but after a long night with Ampora Senior - the first time sheâd spent the night with someone since her husband - their abrupt depart left a chink in otherwise impenetrable armour. Usually Tierra was built of metal, she couldnât be broken, but not when she was with someone else, not when she let herself be close to someone like that.
And so the condescending headmaster stumbled out of her office after the long day of work and stewing about what happened. Did she regret what she had said? No, not really. Would she take some of them back? That⊠Was up for debate. With the sleeves of her shirt rolled up, the Peixes made her way to where she could get a taxi home in a very slow way. Or at least, she would have, if seeing the glint of the statue made in commemoration of her late husband didnât catch her eye in the pale light of the moons. Sauntering over with a half empty rum bottle still in her right hand, the headmaster sneered up at the gold statue, her husbandâs peaceful face on the monument looking over and reading to two small children as an angelic figure of Tierra herself stood at his shoulder solemnly. She had been the one to request the statue be like this, but in that moment of drunken hurt, the Crocker executive couldnât help but hate it.
Gritting her teeth, the Peixes continued to stare up at the statue, almost as if she had hoped itâd start talking to her and give deep advice like that which sheâd get from a shaman. Or, say, from a fortune cookie. No such thing happened, besides after a bit of thought Tierra throttled her rum bottle at the monument, watching it shatter uselessly against her statue husbandâs gold knee. With drunken tears starting to bubble down Tierraâs cheeks, the galactic mogul slumped to her knees as she screamed out shakily, âIs this what ya fuckinâ wanted?! Are ya proud yet, Sugah?! I spend fuckinâ YEARS thinkinâ âbout ya, tryna move on anâ be happy, butâŠâ She sputtered, voice cracking a bit from the strain as she huffed out, âYou anâ me⊠Sugah⊠We were meant to do dis all tâgether⊠Jusâ us, yâknow?â She exhaled, feeling the hands of someone trying to haul her to her feet as she just absently hushed, â⊠Ya âfraid of me now? âCause Iâd be, if I were thâpoor fucker tryna get their headmaster offâa dah ground.â