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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 15:59:40 GMT -8
WR was up early to ensure they were prepared for Stevie when she decided she needed them. They assumed she would have several questions now that she was sobered up, and there was also the possibility she didn't remember anything at all, and was currently being hunted down for kidnapping.
When Stevie left her room, WR would be sitting on the couch in the living room with a sketchbook in their lap and a pencil in hand with the TV on for background noise. They were wearing more casual lounge clothes, which made them appear a bit more masculine, but it was still difficult to tell.
"Mornin'. Feeling better?"
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 16:11:48 GMT -8
Stevie's eyes flashed open. She felt the covers over her legs and sat up slowly, taking in her surroundings. She ran over last night's events in her head and rolled her eyes at herself. She reached into her pocket and took a swig of the Jack Daniel's she kept there. Best to stay in the zone. Not feeling was waaaay easier. Finally she dragged herself off the bed and pulled on her boots. Her hair... Was. A. Mess. Se groaned and exited the room, stuffing her haystack under the hat.
"I'm sober, for better or worse."
She'd answer.
"Morning. Uhh mind If I make you some breakfast in way of thanks?"
She expected a no.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 16:19:28 GMT -8
WR would shake their head. While breakfast was a nice idea, they were entirely focused on getting Stevie back on her feet. They didn't exactly believe the 'I'm sober' story. Not yet. Not for a while.
"Don't worry about me. This is about you," They'd start, setting their drawing supplies on the coffee table in front of them. "Long as you wanna stay, my home is yours. However." They would emphasize the last word to make sure they had her attention. "You're gonna train if you wanna live here, and not in the traditional sense. I mean sober up, like, REALLY sober up. Work on your mental. Find some hobbies, a job maybe. Get a routine going. Long as you're trying, won't have a problem."
They would pause briefly before adding a disclaimer. "Not tryna dictate your life, but I don't think you're gonna try to get better without any help. So, that's why I'm here. Deal?"
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 16:28:23 GMT -8
Stevie scowled.
"Not sure I can do the sober thing yet. I got an 'offer' for a job a few days ago. I'm supposed to go back and talk to him. See what he has to offer and see if I even qualify."
She stated the facts as long as they seemed to be stating theirs.
"Being shit faced before I sleep is the only way I've found to be able to sleep without nightmares."
She flushed. Vulnerable. She hated the feeling. She hated needing help. She hated being in this fucking city.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 16:41:52 GMT -8
WR would just stare at her, seemingly unphased and unconvinced.
"Right, job is good. You can tell me about it later."
"For now, though..." They would lean over the coffee table, retaining their sharp, soul piercing gaze.
"You mean you don't want to do the sober thing, yeah? I mean, if you want this job you're gonna have to do it. You don't wanna hear what I think, and you're gonna get pissed at me for saying it, maybe to the point that you'll leave and not come back. I've fucking been there, believe me. You don't want to get better, you don't want to let go of the alcohol because it brings you comfort. Well, life's not that fucking easy. You're gonna have to face those nightmares, the pain you've been numbing eventually. The longer you put it off, the more it's gonna hurt in the end. I know you still have a purpose here, somewhere, because if you didn't you'd already be fucking dead. I'm not gonna let you wallow in your misery if I can help it."
They'd pause briefly as they collected the rest of their thoughts.
"I used to be an alcoholic. My sister killed herself in high school. It left me lost, confused, alone. I was too scared to die, but too depressed to live, so I just... withered away, day by day, cutting out portions of my life until all that was left was alcohol and numbness. I have a feeling that's about where you are right now. So, promise I'm not just being an asshole."
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 16:59:11 GMT -8
Stevie started to open her mouth to object but WR went on. So she just scowled lightly. WR might have been right, maybe. Ok fine they were. Stevie crossed her arms and sat on a chair until WR was done.
"Leon was a teacher who drank a lot."
She stated quietly. She knew she had lost the battle but it was a last ditch effort. Her alcohol WAS her blanket just like WR had said.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 17:05:28 GMT -8
WR would just continue to stare with a 'really bitch?' look on their face. Stevie knew she was defeated, and WR made sure to emphasize it as much as they could.
"Good, glad we could reach an understanding there." They would say before jumping to their feet.
"So, how 'bout breakfast now?"
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 17:29:04 GMT -8
Stevie rubbed her pocket, a nervous tick, and nodded.
"Something with bread."
She'd attempt something of a smile.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 17:35:02 GMT -8
WR would escape to the kitchen in search of something...filling, bready. Otherwise, they'd have to go somewhere.
They spent the next few minutes throwing shit around the kitchen.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 17:38:22 GMT -8
Stevie stopped rubbing her bottle pocket long enough to raise a hand to the back of her neck and rub that sheepishly.
"Uuhhh. Can I help?"
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 18:01:29 GMT -8
WR would immediately stop throwing stuff around when Stevie woke up.
“You can honestly probably navigate this kitchen better than me.” They rub the back of their head, chuckling.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 18:26:57 GMT -8
Stevie shuffled into the kitchen and looked around. She looked in the cabinets and opened the pantry. She looked in the fridge and ice box. After familiarizing herself she got to business and started making up some waffles, pancakes and scrambled eggs.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 18:31:34 GMT -8
WR would... just step back and let Stevie work her wonders. They weren't expecting it to take this turn, but they weren't going to complain either. They just smiled at the sight of her doing something productive, instead of wasting her life away in a... bottle...
That was when they caught sight of the flask stowed away on her person.
As her back was turned, WR would swipe it from her pocket.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -8
Stevie felt the movement in her pocket and let out a sigh and flipped the pancake then turned around.
"I... I need it."
Her face flushed again as she admitted dependence on something inanimate.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 18:35:53 GMT -8
"Nah, you just think you do. Trust me. I'm doing you a favor, man."
WR would proceed to pour it down the sink.
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