( she pauses for a long time. it'd be very easy for her to not talk and it looks like she's not going to say anything... but this was the wrong kind of night to be quiet )
I use sex as much as a distraction as an enjoyment. Tonight was distraction.
( a distraction that hadn't gone well, they'd already covered that tonight had been a terrible night. though she'd been very general about it
( he'll stay still, quiet, staring out the window thoughtfully until they pull up and he moves to hand the driver over the payment, cash already ready in a crisp, folded stack. he'll turn and offer Adrienne a hand once he slides out his door, the picture of a perfect gentleman. hang back to follow her inside. )
( he's looking around openly, curiously weighing how much and what of her home appears in her dreams versus the real thing -- it can help paint an interesting picture of people, he's found in the past. )
( her apartment's very empty save for the furniture that came with it and a few books, general signs of life and the coffee she'd had that morning in the kitchen. her apartment isn't always the same one that's in her dreams, not if her dreams are memories.
she leads him into the kitchen, grabbing two glasses with the bottle of whiskey before shuffling them to that living room, pouring some into both glasses )
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pathologise) wrote2023-02-19 12:17 pm
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I use sex as much as a distraction as an enjoyment. Tonight was distraction.
( a distraction that hadn't gone well, they'd already covered that tonight had been a terrible night. though she'd been very general about it
and her words now go quieter )
I've never panicked at someone before.
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Was it something they did, or was it just a bad moment?
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( memories not even related to anything sexual, but between drinking and not sleeping well her mind isn't as clear )
I wish I could sleep.
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Let's get a few more drinks in you and see what we can do about that.
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Thank you.
( there's a small smile on her, happy to ride quietly the rest of the way )
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What's your poison, anyway?
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( which it would be tonight, which is what it was most nights unless she had a different reason for drinking )
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( he's looking around openly, curiously weighing how much and what of her home appears in her dreams versus the real thing -- it can help paint an interesting picture of people, he's found in the past. )
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she leads him into the kitchen, grabbing two glasses with the bottle of whiskey before shuffling them to that living room, pouring some into both glasses )
Are you staying or just drinking?