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Rereading @simandsorrow‘s stillmond saga tag and I’m at the part in the @trmarxlegacy where Techrat and Orianna get drunk and almost do it and then he goes back to his reality and blows up the lab and I’m just not emotionally ready to deal with that rollercoaster of sorrow again...
“No... no no no no...”
“Oh my god, are you OK?!” Walter was slowly becoming more aware of his surroundings beyond the ringing in his ears. He’d have to remember to make Erith practice her aim a little better; he was almost convinced he’d find one of his eyes on the ground
it’ll be the brown one, knowing my luck. and it won’t grow back, either.
given how hard she’d hit him with that random 2x4 she’d found. However, a quick poke with his fingers showed both eyes were firmly intact, and in perfect working order. He flashed a smile up at the redhead and carefully got back up on his feet.
“I’ll survive,” he said, wobbling slightly for effect. “I’m so sorry!” the girl said, moving forward and doing her best to steady him. “My boyfriend’s such a dick sometimes!” “Truthfully, I think Erith did more damage to me than he did,” Walter said, gingerly touching the back of his head where his blood had already started to congeal on the large gash there. If he’d fed more recently, it would have been completely healed already. He frowned deeply as the hunger twined deeper into his cells. “Still, I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t have hit you at all if it hadn’t been for Jimmy.” “Well, I’m not so sure about that.” “Is there anything I can do to help you out? Get you some antiseptic or something?”
Walter’s frown quickly transformed into his usual smile.
“Actually, you can help me.”
Walter whirled around to face the large man who’d just grabbed hold of his wrist, breaking his connection with the woman. “Seriously, Jimmy?” the woman exclaimed. “Yeah, seriously, Penny.” The man made no move to let go of Walter’s wrist. “I don’t like the way this guy’s all up in your business.” “We were just talking!” “There sure was an awful lot of touching for ‘just talking.’ “Listen… Jamie, was it?” Walter interrupted. “I honestly don’t got any interest in you whatsoever, so if you wouldn’t mind letting g—“
Walter managed to break free from the man’s grasp, only to suddenly find himself on the receiving end of a very hard punch to the face. He was unable to contain a burst of laughter, which only seemed to make the man angrier.
“What’s so funny, asshole?” the man growled. “I just didn’t see that coming is all.” “Did you just punch my friend?!” Walter was acutely aware of Erith’s strangely deep and threatening voice, and couldn’t help but smile; things were about to get interesting. “Yeah, I punched his pansy-ass in the face,” the guy said, spittle flying from his mouth in all directions. “What’s it to you, bitch?” “Here’s the thing, darling; I’m the only one who gets to punch his pretty little face--” “Hey!” Walter’s protest went unnoticed. “--so that means that you’re encroaching on my territory,” she said, her eyes blazing with the fuel of cocaine mixed with several weeks’ worth of boredom, “and that doesn’t make me happy at all.”
Walter ordered another drink and, after making sure Erith really had gone in the completely opposite direction of his new mark, crossed the busy club to where the aforementioned redhead was leaning on a tall table. He gently touched the woman’s arm, sure to make contact with her bare skin.
“Hey, do you mind if I just set my drink down here for a minute?” he asked, watching her closely for any negative reactions and finding none. “I just don’t seem to have enough hands to hold it and reply to this stupid text from my friend.” “Oh sure, not a problem!” “Thanks. I’ll be out of your way in two shakes of a lamb’s tail, I promise.” “No rush.” “Thanks, thanks,” he said, taking a few seconds to fake extreme interest in his phone before putting the confusing instrument back in his pocket. “I’m Walter, by the way.” “Penny.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, smiling wide and shaking her hand. As with most humans, she made no effort to withdraw; it was a good sign that maybe the night wouldn’t be a waste after all. “Likewise! I think I’ve seen you here once or twice,” the woman said, finally releasing his hand and absent-mindedly swirling the ice in her glass with a tiny cocktail straw. “Yeah, me and my friend like to come here once in a while, especially when one of us is really hungr—er… When my dad needs us out of his hair for a few days or something.” “Awww, your dad sounds like he needs a sense of humor adjustment.” “Actually, he—“ “What the actual fuck, Penny?!”
“Oh great,” Walter said, sighing heavily. “She’s gone.” “Brilliant job, idiot! This is entirely your fault, you know. If you’d ever shut your mouth for more than five minutes--” “I was doing just fine before you came back and started pawin’ at her! God damn it, Erith! That was my dinner!” ”You should’ve taken the initiative then, shouldn’t you? You didn’t even try to compliment her boobs.” “I was going to, but you didn’t give me a chance! God, Erith; I’m starving!” “I offered to share.” “Ew. No. That’d be like sleeping with August.” “This again? August is super pretty and you really don’t know what you’re missing. Also, there’s not a lot of sleeping. Anyway, I’m not him.” “He’s my dad! Just... no.” “He’s not your dad, Walter.” “Whatever. I told you I’m starving, and I’m sick of hospital food,” he said, putting his now-empty glass down on the bar counter harder than he intended. “And at this rate, I’m gonna dry up and float away in a strong breeze because you don’t know when to back off.” “Poor, poor, Walter! The night is young and the meat is getting more intoxicated by the minute; just find another. Oh! That one! The redhead leaning over that table.” “Oh hey, yeah!” “I don’t think she’s wearing anything under that dress, you know. On second thought...” “Oh my god, Erith!” “Fine! Go! I won’t steal another one from you. Ugh.”
