six :: journal/Lux

[i_got_this]

[So she'd heard about people getting sent home, just disappearing one day, nameplate wiped clean, room set back as if it had never happened. Finding out about Haymitch had been a blow South wasn't expecting.]

[She hadn't realized it until now, but he'd been plugging up the hole that existed since North wasn't there, and once again she found herself hollow and raw.]

[She decided to plug that hole with alcohol, in his memory,to dull the loss, whatever. She's parked herself at the Lux, flipped open the journal, and is well prepared to get shitfaced.]

Favorite alcoholic drinks; go. [Yes, she intends on trying all of whatever is suggested.]

Comments

[i_got_this]

I don't know what I'd do. Hell, I don't even know if I'd be able to talk to him. [Part of her has forgotten she's talking to Wash and she thinks for a moment she's jist talkimg to a book that sounds like Wash.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

You could. He's your brother.

[i_got_this]

But could he forgive me? If -- if what you guys say is true?

[She's so drunk, Wash. Welcome to the introspective emo portion of the evening. Her voice is thick with emotion and she's doing a poor job of holding back tears.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

It's North. He's your brother.

[i_got_this]

But you say I'm hiss killer I dunno if I cold forgive someone if they killed me. [A small fact that hadn't been drawn to her attention yet.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

...

[All the awkward there.]

[i_got_this]

Hey -- hey, journal. Taltome journal. [She pokes at the book, in the process knocking over her drink onto the book.] --shit!

[dontpatr0nizeme]

...

You know, you really didn't need to share your drink. I'm fine. And you really are totally wasted.

[i_got_this]

Good. Mishin accom-ockmu-- I did it. [Thinking her head against the not-whiskey-soaked part of the journal in dangers of falling asleep now.]