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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 29, 2020 22:51:50 GMT -8
Based on the sounds coming from the bathroom, Stevie must have found the toothbrush. WR continued to wait with their head on the wall and their fingers tapping on their arm until finally she came out.
"Yeah. All good?"
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 29, 2020 22:55:59 GMT -8
Stevie nodded and rubbed the back of her neck.
"Yeah, that seems to have helped a lot. Maybe no more milk today though."
She'd chuckle.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 29, 2020 22:59:34 GMT -8
"Yeah, try to keep your intestines in tact too."
They chuckled, walking back to the table.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 29, 2020 23:09:56 GMT -8
Stevie's smile remained until she got to the table and saw the food. Here was the test... The most important one of all time: Could she keep it down or would she up chuck twice today? She cut into the waffle and stabbed it with her fork. Slowly the accuser came toward her lips. They trembled slightly as she allowed entrance. The syrup hit her tongue first and her lips quivered again. Not because it was bad or anything, but because it was so good. How long had it been since she had a hot meal like this? It was always fast food or trash she found. Someone's leftovers that she didn't have to dig into the bottom of the barrel for. Her stomach made another flip, but not for lack of pleasure. Stevie savored each bite as if it were honeyed words passing her lips. Before she knew it, all the food on her plate was gone and she was stuffed. A satisfied smile played on her lips and she sighed contentedly.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 29, 2020 23:16:50 GMT -8
WR sat down and took a sip of their water, watching Stevie from the corner of their eye. The way she looked at her food made them nervous. Was she about to puke again? They really didn't feel like cleaning it up if she decided she didn't want to run to the bathroom this time...
They slowly sat the glass down as they watched her eat, waiting for a sign that she was gonna upchuck again, but... as she chewed, it all seemed good, so they shrugged it off and started digging into theirs again. After a few minutes, they finished up, and would reach for Stevie's dishes and run them into the kitchen, lightly rinsing them before dropping them in the sink.
"Well, thanks. I don't usually cook for myself, so that was nice."
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 29, 2020 23:26:13 GMT -8
Stevie's smile remained.
"Yeah it was pretty great. Thanks for letting me cook. It's been a while."
She looked around and rubbed her pocket, absentmindedly wishing for her alcohol. It was usually the thing that made her feel like this. But she couldn't feel like this without it right? She looked around the room, as if searching for something. She knew she wouldn't find the alcohol, but she looked anyway.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 29, 2020 23:30:09 GMT -8
WR raised a brow and stared at Stevie as she looked around the room. They caught sight of her digging in her pockets, which told them everything they needed to know.
But, for now they wouldn't say anything. They would just wait for her to act and react accordingly.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 29, 2020 23:37:11 GMT -8
Stevie shoved her hands in her pockets but stayed put. She decided to look at the room décor. It was nice. Not like she would have done it, but honestly, it wasn't her house so that was ok. It had it's charms, as anyone's house would, as an extension of WR. She felt her palms start to get wet and slid them back and forth in her pockets. She cleared her throat to remove the blockage but without a DRINK it wasn't likely to move. She kept gazing about the room, when she spoke it was in nearly a rasp.
"Nice place. I don't think I said that last night. It's uhh-- Nice."
Niceties. Always a good idea. Maybe bargaining would work? Doubtful. She just knew WR was hiding something somewhere. She knew WR wasn't going to give it up either. Was this her torture? Was it a trick? Was this her penance? Is this what was to become of her? Being so close but so far? Stevie thought of the sink, how the liquor was just inside the tubing. She wondered if she could get it back out. Using her qi so often was making her so dizzy now-a-days.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 11:03:12 GMT -8
Stevie seemed to be having a manic episode, likely from alcohol withdrawal. WR wasn't sure if her compliments were genuine or if she was just sucking up in a pathetic attempt to bargain, but considering her body language, it was most likely the latter.
They sighed and approached her calmly, placing their hands on her shoulders and gently pushing her onto the couch if she let them.
They then went to fill a glass up with water, and walked over to hand it to her.
"Drink. This is what you need to be addicted to right now."
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 30, 2020 16:10:57 GMT -8
Stevie raised a shaking hand and grabbed the glass, sloshing a bit over the sides and getting it on her shirt as she drank. It had been a while since she had water as well. It was pretty good, but not what she was craving. Still, she downed the cup and handed it back to WR.
"Thank you."
She wiped the water off her chest and wrapped her hands around her knees. This was a safe place, right? Then why did she feel like it was becoming a prison? These walls are starting to feel like bars. This place... Was there enough oxygen? Was she safe here after all? Stevie began to take in deep shaky breaths.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 16:18:48 GMT -8
WR set the glass on the table and sat next to Stevie, leaving a little breathing room between them. They rested a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
"Hey, look at me. Breathe." They said in a super feminine tone, which surprised them, but they continued it in hopes it would help her calm down.
"Everything's gonna be okay. Promise. Just listen to my voice and let go of the ones in your head."
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 30, 2020 16:24:43 GMT -8
Stevie shook harder now, on the verge of hyperventilating. She leaned slightly into WR but still stayed in her spot, keeping her arms wrapped tightly around her legs.
"C-Can we-- Can we go outside? I feel like I can't breathe."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 16:28:30 GMT -8
WR nodded and lightly pushed on her back to help her up.
They hastily guided her to the door, rubbing her back and making "shh" noises to try to calm her.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 30, 2020 16:31:04 GMT -8
Stevie stopped on the porch and put her head between her knees and breathed deeply, her hands over her head, fingers laced.
"I'm ok..... I'm ok...."
She started crying again. Loud, bawling. Just ugly snotty crying. Get everything out and just get better now.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 30, 2020 16:34:27 GMT -8
WR just plopped on their ass and sat butterfly style next to Stevie, letting her drain everything out. There wasn't much else they could do for the time being.
They would make her take it easy for the rest of the day, bringing her anything she needed and comforting her anytime she had an episode.
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