Swann, to her credit, had tried really hard to unite several people in building something, before everyone lost their minds and she just collected a bunch of pink legos and went to sit in a corner where she made a small, pink lego cat to calm herself down.
At karaoke, the bartender had offered her something called a "Kiss of Light" with a wink, and she giggled and drank it while she watched the terribly embarrassing show by her colleagues. A second one came her way without her asking for it, and she drank that too, but she felt light-headed and warm and loose, and everything seemed to be swaying just a little bit.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered that she hadn't eaten anything since Friday evening, when she managed a few bites of pasta salad.
She went to her room and struggled through cleaning her face and brushing her teeth and changing into her pajamas, but then all she could think about was the fact that she needed to send Jack more water, and that Firo probably had Sponsor donations rotting in his account, and she laid in bed for a moment, tearing up, staring at the ceiling.
So she went to find the only person she thought might sit with her (and who would also be alone, since she was pretty sure Jolie was not).
"Um," she says, squinting at him, her vision a little wobbly still, her stomach churning as it rebels against only containing alcohol. "Can I... I want to come in."
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At karaoke, the bartender had offered her something called a "Kiss of Light" with a wink, and she giggled and drank it while she watched the terribly embarrassing show by her colleagues. A second one came her way without her asking for it, and she drank that too, but she felt light-headed and warm and loose, and everything seemed to be swaying just a little bit.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered that she hadn't eaten anything since Friday evening, when she managed a few bites of pasta salad.
She went to her room and struggled through cleaning her face and brushing her teeth and changing into her pajamas, but then all she could think about was the fact that she needed to send Jack more water, and that Firo probably had Sponsor donations rotting in his account, and she laid in bed for a moment, tearing up, staring at the ceiling.
So she went to find the only person she thought might sit with her (and who would also be alone, since she was pretty sure Jolie was not).
"Um," she says, squinting at him, her vision a little wobbly still, her stomach churning as it rebels against only containing alcohol. "Can I... I want to come in."