messybench | [catchall for (holt voice) BOOOOOOOOOOONE ]

[catchall for (holt voice) BOOOOOOOOOOONE ]

[ eleanor pats a spot next to her. ]

Ready to get fucked up?

[She'll take the seat, gingerly; she's still kind of injured.]

. . . I'm not sure, honestly. The only times I've had much in the way of drink, it's been when I was able to undo it.

[ eleanor pours her a glass of wine once she's sitting ]

Well, take it slow if you want. More for me.

[She'll take a sip, and make the face of someone who isn't very used to alcohol. But she can drink it, and she wants to a little right now.]

. . . Thank you. I don't know if this will help take my mind off it, but it's worth trying.

Well, great company and booze is usually a great distraction, so I'm here for ya, babe.

[ eleanor meanwhile is not hesitant at all ]

[She. . . smiles just a little bit, crooked.]

I've seen it work as a distraction too well, and perhaps that is why I feel wary.

I can't blame you on that one. My mom was drunk off her ass, like, all the time? But I think this situation warrants a bit of booze.

Up to you. If you just wanna hang out, that's fine.

[Oh. Hmm. She'll try having a little more. She doesn't care for the taste of alcohol, but it isn't so unpleasant that she can't have wine.]

. . . It is nothing like that. It is that I have witnessed my God overimbibe and become overfamiliar with the Saints of Joy and Patience, and I have not known peace since.