[But this is what she called Yin for, right? Her head is swimming right now, it's hard to remember what her intentions were. All she knows is that she wants to feel better, and maybe right now she just needs to do this and worry about the consequences later.
With a deep breath, she grabs the collar of the t-shirt and pulls upwards until it's removed, and the lithe pale frame beneath is exposed. Covering her breasts with one arm, she extends the other to place the shirt in Yin's waiting hand.]
You're ready to drink yourself stupid, but this is something you're unsure about?
[ Yin takes the shirt and turns away so she can roll it up like a sweaty gym sock and not get caught staring. ] I won't. I just can't stand seeing it right now.
Hang on and I'll get you a new one. [ which of course means heading to the bedroom and raiding the dressers. god only knows what she'll find if she's given free reign in there. ]
[But it's a hollow argument. She'll just stay put while Yin raids her closet. She'll find a ton of expensive dresses and performance outfits, some of which may or may not look familiar. There is also some of Victoria's things still hanging, but not much at this point.
In the dresser, she'll find a collection of t-shirts and nightgowns that clearly look to be Vera's size.]
[ the costumes get written off easily because that just seems to be so typical for Vera. maybe she girl liked cosplay, or just wanted to have something on-hand for more parties? who even knew.
as for Vic's items, she'll just leave the t-shirt in a pile on the bottom of the closet with a few of those other out-of-place items. they can be dealt with later.
the nightgown would probably be more appropriate but there's still a risk of vomit so Yin opts to return with a plain t-shirt in hand. ] Here.
You got any popcorn in this place? Because if you're staying up, I'm putting the TV on.
[Meanwhile, Vera staggers to her feet, trying to get a head start on the popcorn. She's able to walk, at least, but balance isn't coming very easily right now.]
[Ass successfully not busted, Vera curls up on the couch with a heavy blanket over her. She grabs the remote at her side, turning on the 70" flatscreen mounted on the opposite wall, filling the room with the dulcet sounds of a nature documentary she happened to have been watching before.]
Exactly what it sounds like. Get a bunch of history experts plastered, have them tell stories about how shit really went down, with actors and comedians playing it out. [ Yin explains as she fills up the bowl and adds on lots of salt or butter, depending on what's handy. she puts it down first before grabbing the remote and then staring at the TV almost dumbfounded. ]
—fuck, I don't know why I'm even surprised how big this is. [ five million channels too probably. ]
You could get a job at a theater, like me. Get yourself into all kind of movies and not have to overcompensate to do it. [ but whatever. she finds the app and waits for it to boot up. ]
[She really doesn't want Yin to leave her alone right now, so she'll just keep quiet, watching the show with a small smile on her face. About halfway through the episode, she decides to get comfortable, pulling a blanket over her and resting her head gently on Yin's left shoulder.]
[ that would impair Yin's ability to munch on popcorn... if she cared enough to stop moving her left arm just because Vera's getting cozy. too cozy. ] You need a pillow or something?
[ honestly, Vera falling asleep is the best thing that can happen right now. ]
Uh huh. [Her words are soft and quiet. While she's not quite ready to close her eyes, the animal part of her brain is telling her that getting as comfortable as possible is a great idea.]
[ the heiress sounds so ... peaceful. or halfway there. this is probably the quietest she'll ever be by Yin's own doing, so she doesn't dare move the disturb her.
instead she sinks further back into the cushions and turns the volume on the show down a few notches. ] Alright. Just relax...
[ sorry, Vera. couldn't hear you over the sound of stuffing another handful of popcorn into her face. that metal hand better not get gummed up by this. ] Hwuh?
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[She wants to need it. It's warm, and comfy, and smells like her. How is she supposed to throw that away?]
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[But this is what she called Yin for, right? Her head is swimming right now, it's hard to remember what her intentions were. All she knows is that she wants to feel better, and maybe right now she just needs to do this and worry about the consequences later.
With a deep breath, she grabs the collar of the t-shirt and pulls upwards until it's removed, and the lithe pale frame beneath is exposed. Covering her breasts with one arm, she extends the other to place the shirt in Yin's waiting hand.]
Don't... throw it out or anything, okay?
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[ Yin takes the shirt and turns away so she can roll it up like a sweaty gym sock and not get caught staring. ] I won't. I just can't stand seeing it right now.
Hang on and I'll get you a new one. [ which of course means heading to the bedroom and raiding the dressers. god only knows what she'll find if she's given free reign in there. ]
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[But it's a hollow argument. She'll just stay put while Yin raids her closet. She'll find a ton of expensive dresses and performance outfits, some of which may or may not look familiar. There is also some of Victoria's things still hanging, but not much at this point.
In the dresser, she'll find a collection of t-shirts and nightgowns that clearly look to be Vera's size.]
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as for Vic's items, she'll just leave the t-shirt in a pile on the bottom of the closet with a few of those other out-of-place items. they can be dealt with later.
the nightgown would probably be more appropriate but there's still a risk of vomit so Yin opts to return with a plain t-shirt in hand. ] Here.
You got any popcorn in this place? Because if you're staying up, I'm putting the TV on.
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[She points with one hand while she wriggles into the t-shirt.]
Maybe I should move back to the couch...
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[ provided Vera doesn't bust her ass first, that is. ]
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What do you wanna watch...?
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[When Yin gets to the couch, she'll offer the remote to her so she can pick out what she wants.]
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—fuck, I don't know why I'm even surprised how big this is. [ five million channels too probably. ]
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Okay, that actually sounds hilarious.
[She'll just grab a handful of popcorn and get cozy.]
What? I like movies. This is the next best thing.
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[She taps a bit at her phone, and the lights go dark, the room now lit by nothing but the bright red logo on the screen.]
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[ hopefully Vera enjoys the drunken retelling of Chicago stories, like Lincoln, and how Al Capone was a syphilitic idiot. ]
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[She really doesn't want Yin to leave her alone right now, so she'll just keep quiet, watching the show with a small smile on her face. About halfway through the episode, she decides to get comfortable, pulling a blanket over her and resting her head gently on Yin's left shoulder.]
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[ honestly, Vera falling asleep is the best thing that can happen right now. ]
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instead she sinks further back into the cushions and turns the volume on the show down a few notches. ] Alright. Just relax...
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[She isn't going to fight it now, she's drunk, tired, and more comfortable than she has any right being.]
...Hold me.
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