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notfaking_it) wrote2012-03-07 03:22 pm
notfaking_it) wrote2012-03-07 03:22 pm
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March 12
Eames was gone and Lily was drunk.
For all she knew, he'd been gone for days now; she didn't see him so often that missing him for a few days was cause for alarm. But it had been longer than a few days now, longer than felt right and when she'd gone by his hut earlier, it had been empty. It was more than his things being gone, though, and she couldn't put words to the real emptiness left behind, but it was enough.
Eames was gone and so Lily had gotten drunk.
She'd hardly been in love with him, but she'd liked him. Their friendship had been important to her and it had become even more important recently, with the things he'd told her, the parts of his life he'd been willing to share. She certainly hadn't minded sleeping with him either, but that was far from the only reason she'd liked being around him.
And now he was gone.
She'd gone to the Winchester and it was only now, stumbling away from it that she realized she'd taken her last drink with her, glass and all. Eventually she'd have to return it, but she had come too far and was too close to Jeff's to turn back now. It was only within the last few minutes that she'd even realized she was going to Jeff. There were several people she'd considered going to; Nina, of course, even Sawyer, but in the end she'd found herself walking toward Jeff's.
She knew where she stood with Jeff. It was easy with him, uncomplicated, and that was why she found herself standing in front of his hut, a drink in one hand, the other rapping softly at his door. It was late, but she hoped he was still awake.
And if he wasn't, she was going to wake him up.
For all she knew, he'd been gone for days now; she didn't see him so often that missing him for a few days was cause for alarm. But it had been longer than a few days now, longer than felt right and when she'd gone by his hut earlier, it had been empty. It was more than his things being gone, though, and she couldn't put words to the real emptiness left behind, but it was enough.
Eames was gone and so Lily had gotten drunk.
She'd hardly been in love with him, but she'd liked him. Their friendship had been important to her and it had become even more important recently, with the things he'd told her, the parts of his life he'd been willing to share. She certainly hadn't minded sleeping with him either, but that was far from the only reason she'd liked being around him.
And now he was gone.
She'd gone to the Winchester and it was only now, stumbling away from it that she realized she'd taken her last drink with her, glass and all. Eventually she'd have to return it, but she had come too far and was too close to Jeff's to turn back now. It was only within the last few minutes that she'd even realized she was going to Jeff. There were several people she'd considered going to; Nina, of course, even Sawyer, but in the end she'd found herself walking toward Jeff's.
She knew where she stood with Jeff. It was easy with him, uncomplicated, and that was why she found herself standing in front of his hut, a drink in one hand, the other rapping softly at his door. It was late, but she hoped he was still awake.
And if he wasn't, she was going to wake him up.
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"Never met him," he said, in case she was wondering. He doubted she would actually care. He knew when he was dealing with this crap, he pretty much only focused on himself. Glancing over at her after a moment, he asked, "This the first time this happened to you?"
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"The artistic director of the company I worked for," she explained. "But he was sort of a prick at the worst of times and just kind of creepy at the best of times, so, you know..." Trailing off, she shrugged to indicate that losing him hadn't been that bad, which was cruel of her, but honest. "But I guess it's the first time it's been someone I really... someone I liked having around."
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"You ever wonder why we're even stuck here?" he asked after a moment, tilting his head back to rest against the wall his couch was against. He wasn't really expecting a great answer to that from her - he didn't have any and he was sober. Every single time someone disappeared, it was pretty much the forefront thought in his head. It made no sense - he legitimately wanted to leave most days, even if it sent him into the waiting arms of Greendale, so shouldn't he have been gone a long time ago?
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"I was having a great time here. It's not the best place in the world for dancing, but I can still do it here. I have friends, I have good food, free drinks, at least one handsome man who's willing to show me a good time," she said, smiling at him faintly. "I guess I didn't care why we were here when it was good and now... I don't know. Now I'm just drunk and sort of pissed off. I probably wouldn't even have a good answer if I was sober and happy."
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He's not entirely sure what she wants out of him right now. He figures mentioning it would be enough for her to get he was happy to offer distraction if she needed it.
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"Distraction never hurts," she agrees in a soft voice, shifting forward enough to press her mouth to his in a slow kiss. She's just drunk enough that it seems like a good idea, the best course of action. She'll drink and Jeff can help her forget.