Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-09-23 09:36 am
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-09-23 09:36 am
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16. And all the roads we have to walk are winding
[Video -- Public]
[The video feed opens to reveal the deck of the ship. A second later you can see Stiles leaning against the railing, a troubled expression on his face. He's pretty sure he already has the answer to the question he's about to pose, but he wants to be sure. He glances over his shoulder, up at the sky.]
Okay so is it just me, or are the stars...a lot less bright than usual? [He shifts so that he's holding the comm up so everyone can see what he's talking about.]
Is this another Mirror Barge sign?
[Spam for Kira -- Pub]
[He makes it to the Pub in less than the ten minutes that he agreed to meet Kira. It's closed, but he uses his warden's item and lets himself in. He's already perusing the alcohol choices when he hears her footsteps approaching and his head pops up from behind the bar. He gives her a small smile before ducking down again.]
So what's your poison, my friend?
[Spam for Scott]
[It's much later now. So late he doesn't actually even know what time it is. He's not entirely sure where he's even going until he finds himself in front of Scott's closed door. Oh. Apparently that's where. He has a half-drunk bottle of Jack in his left hand and his vision is just a bit bleary. He already has a headache, and realistically he knows he should just go to his own cabin, down some aspirin, drink some water, and crawl into bed for the next twelve or so hours. But he doesn't feel like being alone tonight.
Kira was great company, but they parted ways awhile ago and he's been wandering the corridors since. He briefly contemplate just going up to the deck again. Laying beneath the stars and staring up, but the way they've gotten dimmer freaks him out when he's completely sober, let alone when he's drunk. And the rational part of his brain that's still functioning tells him that he shouldn't be out and about when there are at least two people on the Barge who would probably like to see him dead.
Still. Where once he wouldn't have hesitated to just barge in on his best friend, he knows Scott's dealing with a lot already and a drunken Stiles probably isn't something he should have to deal with. He sighs and pushes himself away from the door, stumbling a little and rubbing a hand over his face as he heads back toward the stairs.]
[The video feed opens to reveal the deck of the ship. A second later you can see Stiles leaning against the railing, a troubled expression on his face. He's pretty sure he already has the answer to the question he's about to pose, but he wants to be sure. He glances over his shoulder, up at the sky.]
Okay so is it just me, or are the stars...a lot less bright than usual? [He shifts so that he's holding the comm up so everyone can see what he's talking about.]
Is this another Mirror Barge sign?
[Spam for Kira -- Pub]
[He makes it to the Pub in less than the ten minutes that he agreed to meet Kira. It's closed, but he uses his warden's item and lets himself in. He's already perusing the alcohol choices when he hears her footsteps approaching and his head pops up from behind the bar. He gives her a small smile before ducking down again.]
So what's your poison, my friend?
[Spam for Scott]
[It's much later now. So late he doesn't actually even know what time it is. He's not entirely sure where he's even going until he finds himself in front of Scott's closed door. Oh. Apparently that's where. He has a half-drunk bottle of Jack in his left hand and his vision is just a bit bleary. He already has a headache, and realistically he knows he should just go to his own cabin, down some aspirin, drink some water, and crawl into bed for the next twelve or so hours. But he doesn't feel like being alone tonight.
Kira was great company, but they parted ways awhile ago and he's been wandering the corridors since. He briefly contemplate just going up to the deck again. Laying beneath the stars and staring up, but the way they've gotten dimmer freaks him out when he's completely sober, let alone when he's drunk. And the rational part of his brain that's still functioning tells him that he shouldn't be out and about when there are at least two people on the Barge who would probably like to see him dead.
Still. Where once he wouldn't have hesitated to just barge in on his best friend, he knows Scott's dealing with a lot already and a drunken Stiles probably isn't something he should have to deal with. He sighs and pushes himself away from the door, stumbling a little and rubbing a hand over his face as he heads back toward the stairs.]
Kira Spam
[She waves a hand in aversion,] Nevermind. Do they have coke? Bourbon and coke is good. Or if they have oj we can make screwdrivers.
[Whispering (why is she whispering even),] There's this thing called a Slippery Nipple.
Kira Spam
[He does nod at the question about Bourbon and coke, however.] Those I know they have. Ooh, screwdrivers. Haven't had one of those in ages.
[But now his eyebrows arch up when she whispers and he's glad he's not drinking anything because. He probably would have spit it out.] And uh -- what's in that?
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[How do you know this, Kira? It is best not to ask. What goes on in New York stays in New York, okay?
She rubs her hands together like an evil overlord.]
Let's make stuff! And drink it!
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[He makes a huh noise and shrugs, reaching out and grabbing the bottle of Bailey's he spots and setting it on the bar. He's more than a little curious about her knowledge of all things alcohol related because she doesn't strike him as someone who drinks a lot. Interesting. He files it away in the part of his brain that collects facts about his friends.]
I like your attitude.
[He grins and grabs a couple more bottles, setting them on the bar.]
Okay. Now to find OJ. There's gotta be some. [He stands and moves over to the fridge.]
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[So much for what stays in New York...]
It's the kind of place where if you want to go out at 2 AM you can actually find something interesting to do. And you know, I was never a huge drinker or anything, but I went to parties. People would mix stuff. But I'd only ever have like, one drink. I was always terrified my mom would find out.
[Because Noshiko is the type of mom who'd know. She'd just know. Maybe or maybe not due to her own kitsune nature. Or just Superior Mom Senses.]
Anyway. Are we drinking to talk about what's bothering us without feeling the pain, or are we drinking to not talk about what's bothering us?
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[Noshiko would definitely know. Mom's always knew. He feels a pang at the thought and pours orange juice into each glass, considering.]
I could go either way. How about you?
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I may need you to ask me that when we figure out if I can get drunk or not, though honestly Stiles I think you have less to worry about than you think.
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Sounds fair to me. [He's quiet for a moment.] They were together for a long time. And it was sort of -- it was a forced ending. I mean, it's not like he had any choice about his parents moving him to London and when he left, she definitely still had feelings for him.
[He takes a long drink, chest already feeling tight once more. Not just feelings. She said she still loved him. Right before he left. Of course there are going to be unresolved feelings. Right?]
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Look at it this way. You have something. Either this will give her clarity, or you deserve better than the situation merits. [Kira's banking on the former.
She holds her hand out for a screwdriver.]
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It's not even...entirely that it might not be me that she wants. [He exhales, shoulders slumping as he finishes off his drink in another gulp.] It's that it might be Jackson.
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You're going to have to ask her. But it's probably too soon. I think right now all she wants to do is help him. She's changed, he hasn't. Probably.
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Consider yourself extremely lucky. Avoid him as long as you can. That is my sincere advice.
[He reaches out and starts making another screwdriver. Cause one is definitely not enough.]
Yeah. It's definitely too soon. And I don't even like, expect her not to help him. Of course she wants to help him. She's a good person. And he's gonna need all the help he can get because he's a ginormous jackass.
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It's obviously going to be a rough time for her. But...you've always had faith in her, haven't you?
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[He hands over the drink he's just finished making and starts another one for himself.]
Yeah. Always. [His voice is softer now as he pours vodka into the glass and then orange juice.] It's how I know if anyone can help Jackson in a non-warden capacity, it's Lydia.
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Yeah. Yeah, I know. You're right.
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So you have hope, right? At least you have that.
[Kira? Resigned to not having any. And she's going to move on. She totally is. But she's allowed a little wallow, right? A little bit of regret for something she's lost - even if she's not quite sure she had it?]
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He likes you. He does. He's just -- a lot's happened.
[Too much has happened. And he doesn't know if there's really any hope for her and Scott here on the Barge, because Scott is involved with Daneca, but he does know that things are changing constantly.]
But...it's okay. You know, to feel however -- [He waves a hand vaguely in the air. ] however.
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The worst part is that I bet this girl is actually really cool and great and amazing. I can't even hate her.
[Not that Kira's really good at hating anybody, to be fair.]
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[His voice is quiet. If only they could, life would be so much easier, really. He busies himself with reaching for different alcohol to start on making the Slippery Nipple drinks she mentioned as he listens. He knows that Lydia's not terribly fond of Daneca, but he thinks that has more to do with being best friends with Allison and being friends with Kira than anything about Daneca, specifically. He likes Daneca. She doesn't seem evil or anything.
But he also really likes Kira.]
I wish I could say that it was gonna get easier. That it won't hurt to see them.
[But it will. He's watched Lydia with Jackson for years, and then Lydia and Aiden, and now...Jackson is back in the picture. It doesn't really get less painful. It just becomes normal. Feeling the dull pain. It's definitely not something he wishes for Kira to have to experience.]
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The important thing is that it's not something Scott feels troubled over. I mean, it's my problem, not his. I just have to be open to other...things, I guess. People.
[No, this is not going to be fun. She holds her hand out for a Slippery Nipple.]
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Just as long as you know you don't have to handle it alone. I mean, you've got me and Lydia and Allison and in no time at all, you'll wind up with a couple dozen brand new friends who'll be happy to listen, too. Or to distract. With things like a lot of alcohol.
[He smiles and takes a drink.]
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Thank you. For not telling me I need to be mature about it and that I need to get over it. I'm working on it.
[She sighs, looking at the glass.] I don't think it's working.
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I'm pretty sure I'm the last person on the barge who has any business telling someone else they need to be mature.
[He grimaces though, at her admittance. Damn.]
Yeah and it...would be starting to have an effect by now I think. [It is on him. He's feeling a little unsteady on his feet, and his eyes are a bit glassy.]
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