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
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[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.]
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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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Are you going to need help getting back to your cabin?
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[He might be pouting a little.]
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[She can't help giggling a little. Even if she can't get drunk, she's certainly going to enjoy Stiles at his inebriated best.]
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[He heaves a sigh.] Is it weird to miss a jeep? I miss my jeep. I love my jeep.
[He starts mixing another drink.]
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[She'll drink a bit more just to be a pal, but really at this point she's more there to make sure Stiles gets back to his cabin alright and makes it to the rail if he needs to chuck.]
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I like you.
[He points at her when he speaks, then goes back to making his drink. So maybe both of their love lives are kind of screwed up and possibly they won't get any better in the near future. He's still glad that she's there, that he has a new friend. That whatever the barge throws at them, all of them collectively, they'll work through it and survive because they have each other. And that's nice to know.]