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.]

Comments

[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."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like my weekend," she said with a wry grin.

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Tell me about it?" Peyton suggested. "You can have some of my vodka if it helps."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She smiled but shook her head.

"Probably best I don't, but... sure."

She settled a little closer to Peyton.

"Well, it started with getting detention because someone else is a jerk."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Trust me, I've had that happen. Tell me more."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Well, we had to clean up the alligator guts and stuff," which had been gross, "which was gross and really annoying because I spent most of Friday fighting the stupid things, including down in the sewer."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Sure you don't want a drink?" Peyton asked. "I'd want one after two days like that!"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"I had a few Manhattas at Caritas," she assured her.

Then, rubbing at her chin, she kept going.

"Anyway, I was kind of, um, curled up with Leto, you know Leto?" she only paused for a moment "and Dinah walked in and I didn't know they'd-- you know. And Dinah was my first friend here."

The way she said it meant it was important.

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"I don't know if I know him."

Peyton frowned. "So Dinah and Leto were together and now you and Leto are?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She shook her head.

"Not-- no. Not really. His culture has some weird things about relationships, but he's been really nice. He doesn't mind some of the weird things about me, so I thought--"

She was starting to wonder what she thought, a disturbing idea that was somewhat new. The world had been somewhat less complicated before boys.

"It doesn't bother me," and she wasn't lying, but it wasn't complete, "I mean, that he does that kind of thing with other people. But it did bother me that it obviously hurt someone. You know?"

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Peyton said very quietly. "Trust me. I understand how much that hurts. But Dinah... she's really nice and if you talk to her, maybe..."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"I did," she admitted, looking out over the roof, "and she's not upset with me. She's not even-- she knows it's happening, but she doesn't really want to see it, is the thing.

"But she said some other things that have me thinking I might have really screwed up something with someone I really really like."

She blew out a breath.

"Or not. I don't know. I have to go find him, but I feel kind of-- I know I don't want to hear anything when I'm upset."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"I could take a lot if someone told me they really cared," Peyton said. "If it was someone important to me."

Oh, no, she didn't know anything about this, not at all.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She breathed in and closed her eyes, a smile twitching on her face.

"I really hope so."

Then she breathed out.

"Then," she continued with a wild roll of her eyes, trying to, if not lighten the moment to at least change gears, "I got a text message from my aunt that just.. hurt. My family's kind of crazy, but I thought things were at least okay.

"Apparently not."

She turned to Peyton with a dip of her head.

"So that was my weekend."