#brownstarter

[pepper-chase]

“Wh-- yeah, I heard you, I’m... good.”

[littlealexia-blog1]

                 “i'm fine, i'm fine,” alexia muttered to the nearest person as she tried to get to her feet. her hand was dripping blood from the bottle she'd just smashed against the wall, and she was too drunk to walk properly, and yet she was refusing for anyone to help her. alcohol was probably a bad idea. “don't touch me.”

[tiarasandgunsmoke-blog]

“a closet full of clothes and I get reduced to crocs and hello kitty pajamas.” She sighs, looking her outfit over. “Do we have allotted phone calls, because I’m ready to go home.”

[hcathersmash]

“Got any idea where to find cake? and also that one fucking T-Swizzle song, but cake would definitely do for now.”

[darla-the-darling-blog]

Darla hated waking up and immediately feeling sick to her stomach. That’s all that had been happening all night and she just couldn’t get back to sleep after the last time she threw up. Instead, she decided to roam to halls, but after a few minutes her stomach started hurting so she sat down against a wall, sobbing into her knees as she brought them to her chest.

[arielshcre-blog]

“I know, I know -- it’s the patient that’s supposed to be late to therapy, but I’ve never been one for normalcy. Plus the coffee line was really long.”

[pepper-chase]

Pepper had been curled up on a couch for hours, in front of the TV that had previously been playing the movie, a bottle of water in her hands constantly. She had gotten out of the attic at some point the night before, not exactly certain how the ‘party’ had ended. She’d almost fallen down the steps, but managed to get back down (somewhat) safely. She hadn’t been able to find her thermal shirt or sweater, so she’d just pulled her cardigan on. She couldn’t even see straight, or walk in a line, and her stomach was in turmoil. She hadn’t eaten since being released from the infirmary, and then she’d flooded the emptiness with alcohol-- a lot of alcohol. She hadn’t ever been drunk-- the most she’d ever had to drink was a sip of vodka, and she’d decided it wasn’t worth the calories-- and she quickly realized that she didn’t like it. At first, it was fun, but then the disorientation had been uncomfortable and saddening and just made everything hurt worse. Even Alice’s words seemed dismissive. Pepper was beneath her suddenly, and clingy and annoying and a burden, and she needed to get things back to normal. Normal wasn’t good, but it was better than whatever world the alcohol had created.

 She had managed to pull her hair into a knob on top of her head and stumble to the bathroom-- what time was it then? Five in the morning? The whole place was dark, and she’d tripped and fallen multiple times before finally landing herself in a stall. Like everything else, alcohol was a hundred times worse on the way back up. At one point, she’d almost called out for help, the pain so great she was afraid she’d ruptured her esophagus-- again-- but then it subsided with a handful of water. She stayed at the toilet for an hour, not leaving until she couldn’t produce anything, then sat down in a shower until the lights started to flicker on. By then, her entire body was sore and her head was pounding and the brightness made her squint, but at least she was better than before. At least she hadn’t passed out and choked on vomit. 

She forced herself to eat a tiny muffin that she’d found in the kitchen before limping to the common room where a nature documentary flashed across the screen. It was bright, but if she didn’t look directly at it, she was okay. She pulled the blanket she’d taken up to her chin when someone entered the room, as if warning them that it was hers. “Don’t talk to me unless you’re in the mood to get bitched at.”

[r-l-pritchard-blog]

“God if I kn-knew it would make me f-f-feel like shit I wouldnt have went l-last night.” He mumbled groaning as he set up on the couch rubbing his head. He hadnt wanted to leave his bed but had been forced out and now was regretting his choices last night as the world spun a bit.