if you wanna stay

[coppelganger]

WHO: Sarah, Sarissa, Clara
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: Nebulous points between the 18th and the 26th
WHAT: Just some freakouts
WARNINGS: Will add as necessary



for sarissa: [ After their short text conversation, Sarah goes outside to wait for Sarissa, pacing up and down the street. She doesn't smoke cigarettes, but situations like this make her understand how easy it would be to start. She needs something to do with her hands, besides wring them together, which is what she's doing right now.

Jesus. Can't they ever catch a break? It's one thing after another, and it never seems to stop. ]

for clara: [ Since Cosima and Alison have gone missing, Sarah has taken to spending time at the places they can usually be found. She'll spend a couple hours skulking around near Alison's house, then a few hours at Cosima's, then make a trip to Cosima's lab. Just in case. She knows it's getting ridiculous, but it's a way to pass the day.

On this particular evening, she's wrapped herself up in one of Cosima's old blankets and fallen asleep on the couch in the lab's Chill Zone. She doesn't even wake up when the door to the lab opens and someone appears in the doorway. Whoops. ]

Comments

[magnitudes]

Dunno about that.

( She slides off the car as the light on the motorcycle draws closer, leaning in through the open window to grab her wallet and thumbing through some notes pull out enough cash and a tip. She walks over as the bike stops, grabs the food, and heads back with an excessive number of boxes, tilting her head towards the sea as she loosely holds the bottle of bourbon.

Looked like the car would be getting abandoned here tonight, but it hardly mattered. )

Sit on the car or the sand?

[coppelganger]

Sand, of course.

[ Sarah grabs approximately half of the boxes and starts to head down to the beach. She struggles a bit when she reaches the sand, because she's wearing combat boots, because of course she is, but once she reaches a spot near enough to the water to watch the waves without needing to worry about the tide, she sits cross-legged in the sand and places the various boxes next to her. ]

[magnitudes]

( Sarissa follows, claims a spot next to Sarah, and commences easing off her shoes without making the effort of loosening the laces because fuck that. Her hands are too busy uncapping the bourbon, taking a hearty slug of it before passing the bottle to Sarah. )

Fuck.

( That is some... okay, it's probably better than the cheap stuff she gets on days full of self-loathing, but not by much. Then again, she is hardly ever one to buy top shelf, herself. )

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah takes the bottle, swigs, and makes a face. Still, beggars can't be choosers. She wasn't expecting great alcohol from a pizza place. The churros had better be damn good, though. ]

This brings back memories. [ She sets the bottle in between them and goes to work opening the first box of pizza. ]

[magnitudes]

( Unexpected as it is, she laughs. )

What, of some time you accidentally drank petrol, or something?

( It's not good bourbon, but she flips open a pizza box, and nods approvingly. So far so good, and she layers two slices on top of each other. )

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah picks a piece of pepperoni off her slice and pops it in her mouth. ]

Vic and I used to live down at Myrtle Beach. We'd spend the day fucking around on the boardwalk and then at night we'd go down to the beach and get wasted on cheap shite like this.

[ Her voice is a strange mix of fond and self-deprecating. She'd had fun with Vic (when they weren't fighting, which was often), but underneath she'd always known that it wasn't real. ]