The Roof: Monday Mid-day-ish [6-1-09

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton hadn't really slept much - and her head was feeling miserable from everything she'd drunk. But hell, it's not like she had anywhere to be or anything to do till at least Thursday, so what difference did it make.

Thus the decision to deal with a hangover by more drinking. The relocation to the roof was so that so-called BFF's wouldn't be as likely to show up and not accept apologies and say nasty things that okay, maybe were totally true, but still.

In face, she'd actually drunk-dialed her Lucas and left some sort of long rambling incoherent message, but she'd deal with that later.

For now she had a water bottle mostly filled with vodka, the sun might or might not have been shining - it's not like she cared - and the roof was BFF-less.

[Open as roofs are.]

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[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

In Chuck's defense, the roof was kiiiiiinda his spot so nobody could really be surprised that he was up there. Best place to be high, after all.

The joint he had was already lit by the time he got up there and he was occupied with what shirt he should wear with that kilt Hannibal gave him when he spotted Peyton. He debated on just ignoring her but when it became obvious that she was on...something he couldn't not say something.

"Isn't it a bit early for that?"

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Early for what?" Peyton asked.

Chuck, of course, it would have to be Chuck.

"Sunning on the roof? Enjoying the absence of unhappy supposed BFF's?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck rolled his eyes. "Yeah, it is a bit early for the latter. Feeling sorry for yourself is more of a nighttime activity."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Like you care. You're all about Team Brooke 'cause you saw her naked. Wanna see me naked?" she offered. "I've got a whole lot less miles on me."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck smirked. "I'll pass. Contrary to popular belief, I prefer my girls sober."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Whatever," she said quietly. "Doesn't matter anyway."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"No, I guess it doesn't," Chuck said. "A plus for the mileage metaphor though. If only she was around to hear that."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, she doesn't want to talk to me anymore anyway," Peyton said and took another drink before offering it to Chuck. "Want some?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"It's all yours. Weed and vodka never mix well," Chuck told her. Besides, drinking vodka by itself was such a Serena thing to do. "What'd you fight about anyway?"

The squirrels were never as detailed as Gossip Girl when it came to those sort of things.

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"I forgot to call her and say I was going to find my bio-mom," Peyton admitted, shoulders slumping. "I apologized, but she didn't care and things... just got ugly from there until she finally said -"

She stopped realizing who she was talking to. "Um... some stuff that really really hurt."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"...you got in a fight because you forgot to call her?" Chuck asked slowly.

Girls were insane.

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"She'd been drinking," Peyton said. "And Brooke... she can just be like that. And I... I was already pretty raw so I didn't help."

She still looked pretty damn raw today.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Right," Chuck said. Still sounded like a stupid reason to fight to him. "I'd offer advice but I just don't find myself in situations like that."

Nate was too dumb to stay mad at Chuck.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She made her way up to the roof in the hopes of some privacy, but seeing Peyton was probably better. She'd been concerned for the other girl, considering some of what she'd heard on the radio.

Nonetheless:

"I can go if you want to hang out here by yourself," she offered.

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Nah, make yourself comfortable," Peyton said. "Lots of roof for everyone."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"How's your ankle?" she asked as she settled down not too far from Peyton.

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Can't feel a thing," Peyton said cheerfully. "Not my ankle or anything elsee."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

...that set off alarm bells for Fiona.

"That's not really a good thing. You've lost sensation? All over?"

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"No, no, 's'all there, just don't notice anything," Peyton replied, equally cheerfully.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She eyed the bottle with her.

"Is that... are you drunk?"

No judgment; she was just checking here.

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton frowned. "Drunk? ... Maybe?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

Well, this wouldn't be the first time. She didn't have a problem with drunks when they didn't leave a mess for her to clean up.

"It's... kind of early. You okay?"

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton shrugged. "Figured it was the best way to get over the hangover from last night."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Kind of," she said, well aware of the chemical and biological part of it. She was just putting it off.

"So, um, how was your weekend? I heard you went on a trip?"

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton sighed. "Saturday sucked. Sunday... mostly sucked."