Davery, Part 2

[american_tanuki]

[The scene: Some fuckin' party. The time: Past midnight, probably. The place: The couch. The Sara: Even more high than she usually gets at parties.]

Have you ever noticed that people only talk about how lame a party is when they're trying to impress someone? What are you even supposed to say if you wind up at a genuinely disappointing party? They're the only thing you can't complain about without sounding like you're flirting with someone.

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[counterclock]

Sweet. [Avery bestows upon the Girl She Has A Serious Crush On some unfrozen toaster waffles and a glass of ice water like she's handing her some kind of prize.] Eat up, champ. I'm going to get some vodka.

[american_tanuki]

It's like you're reading my mind. Are you a mind reader?

[counterclock]

Don't get too excited. The vodka's for me. The water's for you.

[american_tanuki]

But vodka is delicious!

[counterclock]

And you're already fucked up and have lost your privileges. Sorry. Eat your waffles.

[american_tanuki]

I guess one of us has to be the responsible one from time to time.

[counterclock]

Yup.

[Avery comes back, sits down on the floor and starts drinking vodka straight from the bottle. Definitely a picture of responsibility right here.]

[american_tanuki]

[Sara sits on the bed, cheerfully eating waffles, so fucked up that she doesn't even notice the weird vegan butter.]

[counterclock]

[The weird vegan butter is ironic.]

How's your waffles? Are you redeveloping a grip on reality? Tenuous grip? Fingertips brushing, at least?

[american_tanuki]

Have you ever wondered if none of us ever have a grip on reality? What if we're all stoned 24/7, and we've just gotten so used to it that it seems normal?

A little, though.

[counterclock]

Good to hear, [Avery says, nodding, and downs another long pull of her vodka. Sucking in a breath, she wipes her mouth and lowers the bottle.] Meanwhile, I am ascending.

Though that might be the brief feeling of weightlessness before falling down the stairs. Who could say?

[american_tanuki]

Society is a staircase, and there's nothing particularly worthwhile at the top, so we might as well just enjoy the tumble.

[counterclock]

Yeah, cool, whatever you just said. [She takes one final swig, then screws the cap back on and sets the bottle aside. It hasn't quite hit her yet, it'll take a few minutes, but she's definitely starting to feel the rumble. She starts to crawl over to the bed but really only ends up flopping over beside it and staring up at the ceiling.]

[american_tanuki]

[Sara rolls over to peer off the side of the bed.]

Do you need a hand there?

[counterclock]

No, [says Avery.]

...

Yes, [says Avery, thirty seconds later.]

[american_tanuki]

Okay, let me just...

[Reach down, adjust position a bit, lose balance... and down Sara goes off the side of the bed, half on top of Avery.]

...fuck.

[counterclock]

Why did I ever trust you with a simple task, [wonders Avery, giving Sara a consoling pat to the head.]

[american_tanuki]

Bad pattern recognition? [Sara manages to extricate herself from on top of Avery, and sit against the side of the bed instead. Totally what she intended here.]