"Yeah, that's kind of the rub, isn't it. That's what life is, unfortunately. You just keep doing what you're doing and suddenly you're old and everything is still the same and then you disappear. Only your back hurts. And you care less about what people think of you. And you still don't fucking know anything."
Izzy watches her for a moment and idly helps himself to another shot. Is she drunk and passing out or just depressed and spiralling. Should he do something? Probably.
“So… I have roommates now. That’s a thing that’s happened.”
There's some minimal struggling during the dragging, but eventually Darcy goes limp like a kitten being carried by the scruff.
The next morning she has a headache and a mouth like something died in it and she spends entirely too long reading the note over and over. She didn't drink enough to impact her memory, so she gets treated to some immediate regret as she recalls the night.
Izzy gets a text a bit later than her usual wake-up time.
so sorry for being a cunt to you last night see you at training
A pause.
and i dont hate happy or whatever edgy bullshit i said its just not really been a priority its nice that you want it for me and i shouldve said
Or some variation of thereof. A more open Darcy who admits wrongs and apologizes. So he should answer with Izzy Who Feels The Same Way and not Izzy Who Can't Possible Do The Same, right?
The thought of the latter actually makes his stomach hurt a little. What the fuck is wrong with him. Should he even answer? Why is this so difficult.
People say stupid things when they're drunk. That's part of it.
Darcy's first instinct is to go 'of course, stupid things'. She types out something curt and snarky but... ugh. She... probably has to be a little generous. Hope that he meant her being edgy and not the conversation generally. Biting at everything that moves is how they ended up here. So.
its fine not bad enough to skip training dont think im going to drink as a thing i do peh kind of sucked
Its certainly an acquired taste, but probably better if you don’t cultivate it. Drinking dulls a person. Senses, reflexes, clarity. And you always feel like shit after.
[And yet people still celebrate the stuff. And yet he still drinks off duty. And yet and yet and yet]
Entirely unrelated question, how much do you know about Friday?
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If that?
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"Who fucking knows."
Helpful, Izzy. But he was vulnerable and she shot it down and now they're back to being miserable cunts so what does it matter.
"I might die of boredom long before that."
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It wasn't shooting him down.
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“Because this is a made up fairy land and time is meaningless.”
Right. Forgot about that for a second.
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And then goes very quiet, with her face still on the table.
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“So… I have roommates now. That’s a thing that’s happened.”
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Doesn't move from the table still.
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[look he’s opening up, he’s whining. Does it work. Does he have to nudge Darcy’s foot under the table.]
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It's still table time but she's at least asked.
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Sometimes the space is tight enough with Dylan and herself, she'd hate to have to share it with two people.
"Rough."
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“It is. Though, they are gods so that’s fairly interesting.”
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Still in the same tired deadpan.
"I just have one. He's weird and doesn't talk to me much."
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He’s been spoiled with the luxury of privacy. Alas.
Mmmmyeah she’s pretty fucked, huh. He nudges her foot.
“Shall we retire for the evening or are you happy living here being one with the table.”
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Darcy makes a noise that can only be described as disgruntled.
"I'm fine. I'm just resting my face."
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You know what, doesn’t matter. What does matter is watching Darcy for a bit and then dragging her ass to bed.
He leaves a glass of water by her bedside with a small note.
You made a valiant effort. 2pm. ⚔️
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The next morning she has a headache and a mouth like something died in it and she spends entirely too long reading the note over and over. She didn't drink enough to impact her memory, so she gets treated to some immediate regret as she recalls the night.
Izzy gets a text a bit later than her usual wake-up time.
sosorry for being a cunt to you last night
see you at training
A pause.
and i dont hate happy or whatever edgy bullshit i said
its just not really been a priority
its nice that you want it for me and i shouldve said
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Or some variation of thereof. A more open Darcy who admits wrongs and apologizes. So he should answer with Izzy Who Feels The Same Way and not Izzy Who Can't Possible Do The Same, right?
The thought of the latter actually makes his stomach hurt a little. What the fuck is wrong with him. Should he even answer? Why is this so difficult.
People say stupid things when they're drunk. That's part of it.
How's your head?
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its finenot bad enough to skip training
dont think im going to drink as a thing i do peh
kind of sucked
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Its certainly an acquired taste, but probably better if you don’t cultivate it. Drinking dulls a person. Senses, reflexes, clarity. And you always feel like shit after.
[And yet people still celebrate the stuff. And yet he still drinks off duty. And yet and yet and yet]
Entirely unrelated question, how much do you know about Friday?
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her actual name is galatea and apparently she can make the captain do shit but other than thatbasically nothing
why?
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I was under the impression that she was a creation of the Captain? An extension of himself?
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yeah as far as i knowwhy?
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She told me that the resurrection of Guabancex was her will, not her master’s.
What that really means I have no idea but it sounds dangerous.
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