hugtopia | leave me alone, I'm lonely [text - cw: talk of underage drinking.]

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leave me alone, I'm lonely [text - cw: talk of underage drinking.]

I guess announcing this sort of thing is what you do on here, so
Héctor Rivera-Adlantis and Neko Adobephotoshop aren't here anymore
Yes I know it's Adomaitis and Nekane, I don't care

[But he'll still make it clear who they are, and stuff. Something something jerk was married to a forgotten guy, being remembered is basic decency or something.]

What I care about is that this means someone else has gotta step up and buy my booze for me
Preferably without the lecture

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Then no
Even if you're awake

[He could make a joke about wolves, too, but... Ha. Yeah, right. He can just feel Héctor making a little disappointed face at him at this decision.]

Maybe I'll bring some food back with me then

maybe i wont get completely wasted then

You want dinner with me that badly? Wow
It can be breakfast otherwise

i said maybe no promises don’t make a big deal out of it or w/e probs b unclassy 2 make u babysit me when ur sad tho

Uh huh

It's not a big deal
I'm doing okay
But I would feel better about it if I got to hang out before you got too drunk

i said id try

[Which is… actually a lot for her. But she has at least some idea of what he’s feeling right now. She’ll do just about anything to make him feel better.]

Yeah
Thanks
I hope you have fun
Don't worry about it too much
Mostly I just don't want you passed out in the street
Now that would be unclassy

whose worried now???

Oh, my bad
Freeze

ok bye!

[By the time he comes home, it's late, but not too late. For people like them, it could even be considered early! He isn't sure if she'll be there or not -- isn't sure if she'll be around at all tonight, but at least he didn't see her snoring away on a bench or vomiting into the central fountain -- but he's quiet coming in either way. It wasn't like there would be anyone greeting him otherwise, so he might as well caution on the side of not waking her up.

Cliff hasn't returned empty-handed, even if he left plenty behind at the trio's place, so he's already off to the fridge's direction even as he glances around for a girl, or at least evidence of her presence. Hopefully he doesn't have to clean up... That'd be a bummer.]

[Farrah’s been fairly well behaved tonight. If anyone asks her, it’s because she’s broke— because she is hella broke, and the people at the bar are smarter and faster than she expected. But it was probably a little bit due to Cliff’s request too. She did consider trying to freeze, to spite him- but that got old after about five minutes in the cold. Either way, she definitely beat him back to his place, even if she definitely didn’t drink enough to need to be babysat.

She hasn’t wrecked it either—- but she has done a good bit of snooping around, so there was probably evidence of that. Other than that, there’s little evidence that she was there— she was taking a bit of a nap on his carpet, but she’s not about to admit that. Instead, she leaps to her feet when he enters, scooping up the oversized jacket she’d been using as a blanket with her.]

Hey— don’t get any ideas about putting that away! I’m starved.

[And she’s even not slurring her words! impressive.]

[Farrah...at least sleep on the couch...

But she's definitely a lot more there than he was expecting, and doesn't smell overwhelmingly like a bar, just somewhat like a bar! It makes him grin even though he also wants to roll his eyes, tell her not to tell him what to do, and hold the food teasingly out of her reach. Such a bossy, impatient girl.]

Uh-huh. I'll heat it up again, then. [Tamales are meant to be enjoyed hot!!] Looks like you took it easy. You did still have fun, didn't you?

[She debates telling him that it's not about fun, then decides against it. That's way too much of a bummer for right now, or like, ever. So she settles on...]

Drinking with a bunch of oldies? I was basically the only fun thing in that entire place. You can't even blame me for leaving early. [She leans against the wall, a lazy, yet troublesome smile spreading across her face, as she steers the conversation away.]

What about you, how was your hot date? [She's pretty sure that's not what he was doing, but... it'll be funny to see his reaction, at least.]

[Oh, Farrah. Let him believe, even if he already knows that things go south for her before too long, when it comes to drinking.

His response probably isn't at all like what she was hoping for, with him coughing out a tired laugh and shaking his head. Yes, his hot date...with the throuple. As the only one not in some kind of relationship with any of them.

...Which was nice! Most of the time, his worries about being a third -- fourth? -- wheel were pretty unfounded, with everyone making him feel welcome. He's glad to have somewhere he can go when he doesn't want to hang out alone in his house or wander around the city. There are people that like having him around, even with Héctor not being in the city anymore.

Besides, isn't Farrah the one he invited to dinner, actually?]

Only one of them was a girl.

[And, sorry, but not as hot as his girlfriend -- oh! He can think -- even say -- that sort of thing without looking over his shoulder in paranoia, now! At least that's a bonus about losing a pal. Man, though... A double(?) date with the throuple, him, and Coco... That sounds like a lot of fun, actually. Totally a bizarre thought he never thought he'd have.]

I was just at Kai's place, hanging with them. The topic of him hitting on me did come up, though.

[Disappointing. He’s much less fun to tease about this kind of thing than Annleigh was. But she lets it go, shrugging.]

I’m gonna guess he’s not very good at it, since you’re not calling it a hot date.

What’d he do, compliment your shoes?

[She's just got to come at it from the right angle. He makes plenty of good faces if he's caught offguard...but since she's shameless, as far as he can tell, he sort of expects this sort of thing.]

That's one of the reasons, yeah. What is your obsession with my shoes?

They’re so awful, I have to keep bringing them up. [She’ll have to leave them alone now that he’s called her out on it, for a little bit at least. She tugs her stupidly large jacket back on, and sticks her hands into her pockets. And when she speaks up again, she’s a little less playful, her voice subdued.]

I’m sorry about Hector. It sucks when someone like that… isn’t around anymore.

[Ah, they're going to be Real, Actually... Not sure how he feels about that, but definitely better than he would have earlier. People, for the mostpart, haven't been pushy about it, even if they've checked up on him in various ways.]

Yeah. I don't know, it's...fine. It's not like he chose to just up and leave, and I don't have to worry about him. He'll be fine. [It couldn't really get any worse for the guy, after literal Hell and being forgotten...as long as that shrimpy spouse of him was with him.] It'll just be weird. He was here already when I got here.

True. It's not like he fell from the top of a theater or got stabbed in the heart dramatically. [Farrah is, unfortunately, pushy-ness in a human form. She perches on the edge of a chair, watching him carefully.]

But even if he didn't choose it, it still sucks.

[It's a good thing Cliff already knows she's dead and that an evil choir teacher was making everyone kill each other in the last place she'd been, or that would have been really weird, as opposed to just normal weird.

Gonna avoid looking at her looking at him by checking to see if the food is hot enough...]

Yeah. It really does.

[Farrah just kind of watches him quietly, then feels weird about the whole thing, and fills the silence with laughter.]

Sorry. I know you didn't really wanna talk about it. And I'm not real great at this. But hey, I tried. And I even stayed mostly sober to try!

[The less serious tone gets him to glance over again, a smaller smile returning.]

I know. Thanks. [Genuinely!! Even if he left it at that, there'd be a large sense of sincerity to the little words.] I just don't really talk about stuff like this. What else is there to say? It just sucks. He'll be fine, I'll be fine. It's fine. You really didn't have to worry about drinking just to talk to me.

[Except for the passing out part, that's important to dodge at least until she's somewhere safe.]

It’s for the best. I do dumb shit when I drink.

[A beat. Then she looks up, makes direct eye contact with him, and—- this 1000% has to get a reaction.]

Like talk a human version of Spongebob Squarepants into a drunken joyride.

[He doesn’t know if he feels better or worse that she knows this about herself… It doesn’t really matter, because he’s once again confronted with the fact that, to Farrah at least, Spongebob Squarepants is real. That’s way, way stupider than his assigned human at birth hawk friend or his skeleton future father-in-law.]

Shut the fuck up. [One: yes, extremely fucking stupid, bad decision. Two: what the fuck???] Okay — who was driving?

[also,] How well did he absorb alcohol, once he stopped being a sponge?

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