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Who| Susannah and Harley (Closed)
What| A sleepover turns into a bit of headshrinking
Where| Harley's room in the D9 suite
When| backdated to the night of Susannah's first day back after the arena, after the drinks mentioned in this thread
Warnings/Notes| Manipulative Harley, ~~strong chance of Detta Walker being conjured up~~ Detta Walker is definitely in this log with everything that fucking implies in the link

"I'm afraid, Doctor Quinn," Susannah says with exaggerated care, "that I am quite sloshed."

She's on Harley's bed, the two of them sort of tumbled into it (Susannah with Harley's help) after their night of drinking, and so far Susannah's made no motion to return to her wheelchair and travel the next floor up to her own room and bed.

She's not entirely sure if 'quite sloshed' is the correct term for her current level of inebriation, but she's definitely a wee tiny bit drunk. Maybe a little more. Not so much her words are slurred, really, but enough to feel a bit muzzy-headed. And why not? She wasn't in the arena. She wasn't on the job. She didn't need to worry someone would murder her if she relaxed a little bit.

"Quite sloshed," she repeats herself. "What's your diagnosis, sugar? Doctor. Doctor Sugar?"

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Her first response is a kiss on her cheek from wet lips.

Then a giggle, followed by a hiccup.

"According to my test just now...you are in fact...sloshed. Also three sheets to the wind, a stone cold fox, and just plain blitzed." She cackled and kicked her stocking clad feet in the air once before flopping again making the mattress bounce.

Harley's room had undergone a transformation from what had once appeared to be little girls room to a jungle. Plants decorated every shelf and special lamps had been brought in to feed them precious sun. Among the plants Harley's extensive stuffed doll collection was here, many of them stitched back together, or stitched to one another after an attack via Eponine. Harley had complained about that loudly. The girl had come into her room and trashed it just after Harley had brought the plants in.

Everything was pretty now and mostly green. Empty cans and wrappers could be spotted here or there, a glass mallet on the wall, a pile of clothes in the corner. Some various pictures were hung or propped up in various places of Harley's closest friends. Suze's picture was over by a cluttered desk propped up against a potted fern that sprouted tiny oranges.

The kiss gets a startled laugh out of Susannah, who bounces a little with her on the bed. She's still fully clothed, having had no shoes to kick off or even cappies on today.

It's a nice room, even if she can hear just what her mother would say about the mess. Cozy. Susannah wouldn't mind staying the night here. In fact, she finds herself saying just that: "Maybe I should spend the night here. If y' don't mind, I mean."

"Not at all! Harley extended one of her legs gracefully and gently kicked the wheelchair so it rolled out of reach of the bed "I think technically if I let you leave it would be driving under the influence anyway. And we can't have that. You might get into a five chair pile up or something."

Tucking her hands behind her head she sighed happily.

"Been too long since I had a sleep over. Too bad I'm too buzzed to break out the party games. But I'm sure we can find something ta do to pass the time." She snickered.

"By the by, I keep the extra drinks in that little fridge there." She pointed at her night stand which apparently was a cleverly mini fridge.

"Snacks are in the drawer above it."

Susannah laughs out loud. "After all the drinkin' we did down there? Harley, you're terrible!" But she wiggles and rolls so that she can sort of lean over and open the mini-fridge's door, pulling out a brightly colored bottle of-- something, anyway. Then she pulls out a bag of potato chips--because they really ought to have something in their stomachs to absorb all that alcohol--and passes them both back to Harley, before rolling back closer to her friend.

Harley opened the chips first holding one out to Susannah. "Hope you like smokey BBQ flavor." She teased.

"Come to think of it, what's your favorite food?"

"Mmm, that's a hard decision," Susannah says. She thinks about it, though, thinks of all the good meals she's had in her entire thirty-one years. "I think, maybe, my momma's pecan pie. I used her recipe for all of you, you know."

Then she leans forward and takes the chip with her teeth.

Harley moaned in what could only be described as lust "And it was amazing! I'd probably kiss your mama on the mouth for teaching you that recipe. But I bet she probably would pop me right in the jaw if she wasn't so open minded." A giggle and she took a chip for herself.

"What about favorite color? Favorite hobby?" There was a point to this and she hoped Susannah was too drunk to think about it "Favorite animal?"

"Of course she wouldn't pop you on the jaw!" Susannah snorts. "You're white, Harley. Do you know how much trouble she could have got in?"

But she shakes her head and takes a chip from the bag. Luckily for Harley, Susannah is too drunk to even guess at why she's asking all these questions. "Blue. Folksingin'. An' you wouldn't have ever met one, but billy bumblers." There wasn't anything better than an animal that could talk in Susannah's opinion.

Harley giggled in delight at the name and opened the fizzy sugary alcoholic drink sipping it before passing it to Susannah.

"What is a billy bumbler and please tell me they are as adorable as that name is?"

"It's kinda like a dog," Susannah says, taking a swig from the bottle, "but one of those little sausage dogs. An' it's kinda like a raccoon and kinda like a woodchuck and it talks! Not, like, a lot, but it repeats things. An' they're just about the cutest thing you'll ever see."

"Even cuter then me?" She fluttered her eyelashes in an exaggerated manner.

"I love dogs, and cats, I had a couple of Hyenas back home. My babies~" She sighed adoringly and snagged a plush dog from the edge of her bed to make it lick at Susannah's face.

"They were always so good for me. I had to take em to a shelter though because they couldn't live in our neighborhood."

Susannah rolls her eyes. "Diff'rent kinda cute, honey. I never had anything but fish myself--and not even that after my daddy died."

She rubs her forehead. "Didn't give 'em away, though. Just-- it wasn't until about three--four now--years ago that Detta really started coming out for days at a time, 'cause it was about then she got herself an apartment of her own. The first time that she came out for nearly a week... well, nobody fed the fish while she was gone. I forget what made-up story Odetta had for why they were gone. Think it had something to do with a problem in the tank filter."

"Aw poop." Harley pouted "Well I guess at least it was an accident. Not like she was trying to get at you for anything. You guys mostly get along I'm guessing other then having to share the real estate."

Which led to step two "What about the girls, what sorts of food, hobbies colors and such do they like? Is there any cross over?" She produced a child's curly straw from somewhere and placed it in the bottle to encourage Susannah for more drinking in a whimsical fashion.

"Now we do," Susannah says, "but the first time Detta and Odetta saw each other, Detta tried to strangle her. Then Odetta hugged her an' then-- well, then I was there an' in the driver's seat."

Susannah drinks. Tonight is a night to make bad decisions. "A lot, actually. Maybe Odetta's taste are a little more fancy and Detta's a lot more cheap, but we think the same kinda food, the same color blue, forspecial blue, like you see on blue and white china. An' Odetta likes folksingin' too."

She rather conspicuously leaves off mentioning Detta's hobbies.

"You really do have an interesting balance act going on between Detta and Odetta." Harley snickered.

At the mention of their favorite color Harley coo'd "Aw I love that name! Forspecial blue~" She purred "I'm gonna use that." She cast her eyes around and pointed at some blue flowers.

"Like those?"

"What about Detta? Nothing against folksinging of course, I can't wait to hear your beautiful voice when we hit the karaoke bar."

Susannah eyes the flowers and takes another sip of alcohol through the twisty straw. "Sorta. It really is exactly the color blue of blue and white china. Like-- like willow china. It comes from the forspecial plate."

Somehow, the words just find a way to tumble out around Harley. Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe it's just Harley herself, forever cheerful and unashamed. Whatever it is, Susannah finds herself talking about Detta's hobbies.

"Breakin'. She likes breakin' things. Things, people, that kinda thing. She broke the forspecial plate!" A laugh, then, a wild one, much to close to a cackle for comfort. Her voice is-- rougher than before. There's something lurking behind her eyes. "And she likes stealin'. Cheap things. Cheap like her."

Edited 2014-03-24 06:54 (UTC)

Harley made a sympathetic noise at the breaking of her forspecial plate. "Aw sweetie. Well other then breaking the plate she sounds fun. A real handful, especially when you're around so much expensive stuff you can break right?"

Casting a glance around her room she let her eyes settle on a vase that someone had sent her. A tacky overpriced thing. She preferred the pots she had chosen for her plants so the vase was currently acting as a trash can.

"I betcha too drunk to hit that vase with your bottle from here." She challenged trying to sound mischievous and playful.

The alcohol is definitely going to her head--or maybe it's just how close Detta is to taking the wheel. She laughs again, scornfully. "An' waste all the booze that's left? Sugar, what are you thinkin'?"

Harley giggled "Well then drink it faster~ Or find something else to throw." A finger tickled at her side. "I'm thinking you can't aim for shit when you're soused."

Susannah rips out the twisty straw and chugs the rest of bottle down, then whips the bottle at the offending vase. It crashes into the vase and both go down with a resounding smash.

"Dat piece a' shit ain't nothin'," Detta declares scornfully. "Wasn't even ten feet from me."

Edited 2014-03-24 07:16 (UTC)

Harley pumped her fists in the air with a cheer "Damn girl! No mercy for the over priced pottery! I love it" She giggled and offered the bag of chips. "Want some more?"

She was practically buzzing with excitement. The shift in Susanah's launguage had been subtle up till now but that last sentence had the subtly of a car jacking.

Detta snatches the bag away from Harley and scarfs down a bunch of chips before answering: "Whatchu got, honky?"

It's amazing, really. She even looks different this way. Oh, her face and body and clothes are all the same as Susannah, but on Detta the beautiful face is strangely ugly and malevolent--or if it's a kind of beauty, it's the kind of beauty you'd find in desolation, in destruction.

Edited 2014-03-24 07:29 (UTC)

"Well I've got cotton candy, pretzels, these neat little triangles of like, nacho dust covered chips with a gooey cheese center." Harley rattled off and slid off the bed to her snack stash, kneeling on the floor while she dug through.

"And these bricks of salted noodles which they tell you to eat dry but I think they are basically Ramen noodles if you've had those before." She was carrying on as if nothing had changed, all the while keeping a keen eye on Detta.

"Once 'r twice," Detta says, guardedly. She's looking down at Harley like she isn't sure if the other woman's friend or foe. "You know dat other bitch's passed out, right?"

"I didn't know if she was aware what had happened or not." Harley hopped back up on the bed with a bag that had her face on it and squeezed the bottom till it popped open with the sound of a small explosion. Once it was open she held it over to Detta, inside was blue, red and purple puffs of cotton candy.

"Nice to meetcha Detta~" She grinned. "I love the way you throw bottles."

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