#drunkclaire

[jemscorner]

Ye’ve not told me what you were doing all day.

Sometime later, I was dimly conscious of a hand prying my fingers open in order to remove the greenish glass. Another hand was steadyingly under my elbow.

“Christ, she’s drunk as an auld besom in a bothy,” said a voice in my ear. The voice rasped unpleasantly, I thought, as though its owner had been eating sandpaper. I giggled softly at the thought.

~ Outlander

[jack-andthestalk]

Our Son, In vino veritas. Chapter 6.

When Jamie returned with Willie later that evening, Jamie clutching a bunch of handpicked wildflowers from him and Willie, I half wondered did Laoghaire know he was out picking flowers but pushed her to the back of my mind. I thanked him politely but distantly for the flowers. My wall was up, after what happened earlier, I was determined to be courteous but I wasn’t engaging with him beyond that. He could tell, he was trying to get me to talk luckily as it happened, I was rushing, throwing on some make up and trying to pile my hair on top of my head. I gratefully noticed Laoghaire had not returned when they pulled up in the jeep.

Willie immediately flopped on the couch and Jamie stuck on a cartoon for him, coming back to stand behind me watching me intently as I struggled with my eyeliner.

 "where are ye off to?", "Oh Jenny and I are meeting some of her friends in Broch Morda", I was standing at the only mirror in the cottage situated just inside the main door. I was still upset with him and my brusqueness was deliberate not just because I was already running late.  I could still feel his eyes linger on me, I presumed it was to see what to do about Willie. "Your mum said she would take Willie tonight if you have plans?" I added helpfully, raising one eyebrow.

"Eh no ..I mean aye that's fine, I willna be going out again Willie can stay with me". I turned grabbing my clutch from the table, "ok then see you later", he was still eyeing me, "is that it?" I asked hoping that it might move him, uneasiness was settling on me and I was starting to wonder what the hell he was staring at. "Eh aye, that's it..." I made for the door handle, "can I drive ye in?"

"no thanks Ian is bringing us" I breezily replied. "oh right, well Janet can get a bit wild on the wine so ye mind yerself now wont ya?"

"Oh I intend to", I replied with as much innuendo as I could muster, his eyes widened and he opened his mouth to respond but I shut the door behind me, leaving him standing in the cottage.

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Janet aka Jenny seemingly was quite the wild child as Jamie had predicted and too many shots of tequila, led to me and the aforementioned pulling up in a taxi at Lallybroch at 4am that morning. My head was spinning, it was taking all my strength to control my limbs and I hadn't decided if I would be throwing up or not. Jenny swept out of the taxi first and in a loud whisper, that I would imagine could wake most of the estate, told me she would help me to my cottage. Jenny herself was none too steady, however she told me in no uncertain terms " ima much better drinker than youuu" pointing her finger in a threatening fashion. She was linking me up the path when I heard Jamie's voice, hissing behind us, “Jesus Janet I asked ye to mind Claire, not get her steaming drunk!” I couldn't turn around, when Jenny stopped to retaliate,  the movement would have been too much, I tried to continue forward. "Dinna be silly Jaaaames" Jenny laughed "Iv nay broken her, I merely helped Claire to relax, ya know socialise, let her hair down, hike up her skirts, tha kinda thing." She finished. I couldn't see Jamie's face but I could hear his almost snarl "What do ye mean ye got her to hike up her skirts?"

Jenny who was back at my side was flapping her arms madly "its a fuck'n turn of phrase Jamie, ya needna worry I dinna ruin yer precious Claire" sarcasm dripping from her voice. Precious Claire?

 They were both acting like I wasn't present and I half wondered through my drink fuelled brain if I was an apparition!

Jenny clearly not fit to continue arguing turned back to her partner in crime  "Christ Claire I think ima gonna throw up in that bush ther", I snorted but that nearly cost me my balance and I swayed unsteadily until I felt Jamie's strong arms lift me bodily and carry me into the cottage, I managed to slur out "put me down Jamie!", I willna put ye down or else ye will fall I am putting ye to bed Sassenach", "Don't call me that and put me down, the last thing I want is your help", if my words stung he hid it well because he kept moving “Well tough cause I’m nay am putting ye down so stop wriggling."

Jenny reappeared at the doorway, "yer only using that as an excuse to feel her up brother", "Janet I can barely make out what yer saying yer speech is so slurred!", Jamie retorted. Jenny looked outraged, "Spe-ach. Hic. I 'ave nn idea wha yer talk'n about". Jamie promptly lay me on the bed and started taking off my highheels, “tsk these are completely impractical shoes Sassenach”running his hand gently over the sole of my foot. “My shoes are none of your concern Jamie” I drowsily replied, my eyes drooping from the effort of talking.

“Do ye want to take off yer make up Claire?", I nodded "yes ..I can do it myself!", "ye sound like Willie and ye canna stand up, so no ye can't do it yourself". I opened one eye to see him over at my dressing table picking up bottles and squinting at the lables, eventually he muttered " Aye cleanser! sounds like clean that'll do"

I couldn't open my eyes now, if I did the room would just spin, my mouth was watering with the urge to puke and as bad as the day was, I didn't want to throw up on him.

Jamie took it that sleep had overcame me because, he continued to mutter to himself, I could feel him pour the creamy liquid over my face and then gently use cotton pads to remove it, after a time he snorted "silly woman do ye not ken how beautiful ye are, ye dinna need make up", I kept my eyes shut and tried to steady my breathing, I definitely didn't want him to know I was awake now. He continued his administrations taking time in carefully covering every inch of my face, when he was done he threw a blanket over my bottom half and stuck his hands under it, and began shimmying my skirt down my legs, he didn't let his hands touch the skin on my thighs keeping his hands over my skirt and under the blanket to protect my dignity, when he got to my ankle we wrapped his hand around it and rubbed it gently.When he was finished he reached to switch off the light when, and then in the pitch black dark, I felt his lips on mine, just barely and then they were gone.