[IC] Flatmates

[hagroden]

Micah
He walks in the door, turning to lock the door behind him. Turning and stepping into the flat, he's hit with the smell of very strong and very cheap alcohol.

"Good god women, are you drinking petrol?"
He asks as he hangs up his coat and keys, walking past her and her laptop to get to the fridge and grab one of his after-work beers. Popping it open, then plopping down on the couch next to her as he takes a sip.

[Rook]

Felicity takes a drink of her Polish vodka.

"Hey, this stuff is forty years old - it would be a crime not to drink this!"

She takes another swig, the stench of almost pure alcohol profound in the air.

"I've had a long day, you can't complain."

Her face looked long and withdrawn, as if she deeply wished to forget the events of the day: bagged eyes black with fatigue, makeup partially smeared without care for its re-appliance, clothes creased from several days continuous wear.

[hagroden]

Micah
"What has it been aging in? A gascan?"
He asks, faking a gag and chuckling lightly, patting her knee as he turns on the T.V.

[Rook]

Felicity
"You know what? I care not", Felicity childishly chuckled at her own rhyme.

"Anyway, nearly gone: you'll be out of your misery"

She swigged the rest of the bottle, examining it carefully (As carefully as she could in her drunken state) then gently placed it upon the floor next to the couch. Her head was swimming: a pleasant swim that let her forget what was going on; a balance between blind amnesia and functionality.

"Anyway", she slightly slurred "How was your day?"

[hagroden]

Micah
He laughed softly at how slurred her speech was, the poor lass was drunk if anything, and was definitely going to need some denny's come morning, which he would happily provide, as he always did. He didn't question her habits because well, they were better than his. In a shoebox under his bed was the accumulation of several years drug addiction, a quarter oz. of pot, about five packs of ciggarettes, and more pills of varying types than you could count. Pushing the thought from his mind, he took another drink before asking.
"So how full was that bottle before you got ahold of it?"

[Rook]

Felicity

"Eeeeh... half-full"

'Half-full' was an easy task for her. She struggled at 'full' but beneath that she was accustom to. She had been carrying her hangover for so many days the stinging ache behind her eyes had subsided to a manageable throb she barely felt.

"I guess I probably need more now", she moaned as she strained her neck to look behind her into the kitchen - on the scout for bottles she hadn't previously noticed.

[hagroden]

Ved
He shook his head, standing up and blocking her view from the kitchen.
"Nope, you have had more than enough!" He said with a chuckle as he continued to stand in the way of her view, taking another drink from his beer as he did so.

[Rook]

Felicity
"Hey! I drink when I want to, damn it", she said with a mixture of playfulness and irritation. She pointed to Micah's beer, "And it's not fair you drinking that in front of me if I'm not allowed!" She grinned.

"Besides, since when did you become Mr. Goody-two-shoes, huh?" She poked him in the belly with a finger. "You, mister, are hardly a paradigm of virtue."

She hiccuped, a tiny globule of drool escaping down the corner of her mouth in a most unflattering manner. She promptly wiped it away, continuing her childish grin.

[hagroden]

Micah
He chuckled, taking another drink.
"I get to drink this because I worked my ass off at the shop, and because I haven't already made my way through a bottle of Vodka." He said with a laugh, tussling her hair and sitting down.

"And if making sure my flatmate doesn't drink herself into a coma makes me a goody-two-shoes, then you might as well label me a saint."
He continued, flipping through the channels and wiping the bit of engine grease that was on his hand onto his already grease stained jeans.

[Rook]

Felicity

In a fantastic display of sarcasm, she pressed her palms together, "Oh please, Saint Micah, forgive me for I have sinned!". She childishly chuckled. She edged closer, "C'mon, lets get trashed this evening! I know you want to!"

[hagroden]

Micah
He laughs a bit, before breaking out into a coughing fit and laughing more. He playfully pushed her by her shoulder, before responding.
"You know what, fuck it, it's a Friday night and I've got plenty of Whisky to get rid of."
He said with a smile, standing up and walking over to the locked liquor cabinet, reaching into his back pocket, he removed his wallet, then took out the only key to the cabinet from a flap in his wallet. He then unlocked and opened the large case, stepping away to show his impressively large collection of whiskey. He went out and bought a fifth of a different type every month, and had put together quite the collection.
"Cheap and generic on the bottom, Red label on the middle, and blue on the top."
He stated proudly with a smirk.

[Rook]

Felicity

"You know, this might be the first time you've ever let me look into this cabinet!"
She perused the selection, pretending to be deep in thought about the choice before her, when, in fact, she had no idea the difference between any of them. Felicity learnt to drink cheap, and she learned to like it - the selection was a luxury she could never really afford. She turned to Micah with a swish of her long brown hair.
"What would the expert recommend?", she asked with a warm smile.

[hagroden]

Micah
He smiled and grabbed a pack of sticky darts that he had specifically for occasions such as this. quickly moving back to the couch, he hand her one, and took one as well.
"Aim for the cabinet, and whatever it sticks to we drink."
Closing his eyes, he tossed a dart, opening them again and looking for the one it landed on and waiting for her to do the same before walking to the cabinet.

[Rook]

Felicity

She tossed a dart and just so happened to have the luck that it successfully hit a bottle on the first try.
"So, what are we drinking, Father Micah?"

[hagroden]

Micah
"Call me Daddy."
He said satiraclly, laughing goofily as he approached the cabinet and pulled out the two bottles, then grabbed 6 cooling rounds, bullets that have been in the freezer, to cool liqour without wattering it down, and a pair of whiskey glasses.
"Does it really matter?"
He asked with a chuckle as he poured them both a glass of their selected booze.

[Rook]

Felicity

"No, it doesn't" she said with a mischievous smile, "And I am never calling you 'Daddy'". She lightly punched him on the arm with a chuckle.
"Well, here's to not being able to remember any of our horrible lives come the morning!". She knocked back the first glass without so much as pausing to consider the taste.

[hagroden]

Micah
"Well we'll see about that."
He replied with a flirty, teasing smile and tone.
"And I can drink to that!"
He said with a smile, taking a slow, long drink of his whisky, enjoying the flavor that came from the unmarked bottle, but finishing of the glass in little time. He then lifted up the bottles and poured them up, deciding to savor the next glass. He didn't plan on blacking out too quickly.
"So how was your day?"
He asked, putting his arm up on the sofa, looking her over.

[Rook]

Felicity

"Urgh, awful as usual", she said disdainfully, taking a sip of her whiskey. "I mean, I understand we all have to work to earn a living, right? And I get we might not be where we want to be right now, but Christ, never get an entry-level job in marketing: you are everyone's bitch."
Felicity always hoped a publisher, like an angel, would swoop down and carry her writing dreams to glory. But, with five uneventful years under the belt, her hope has resided to fantasy, then fantasy to dismissed thoughts. She was a 'marketing-monkey'; trained and whipped into shape to 'Get those goddamn sales on my desk, Felicity!' until it became her most despised thing to do in the whole world. But she could not complain much: bills were paid, food was eaten.
"I need to get out of there, Micah", she took another drink. "I'm gunna go crazy"

[hagroden]

Micah
"I'll go crazy with you. These business managment courses are fucking killing me, and taking away from my time in the shop."
He said with a dry smile, then finished off his glass and poured himself another.

[Rook]

Felicity

"Well it's good to know I'll be in good company when the men-in-white-coats come and take me away!" She laughed, coughing a little from the strength of the whiskey.
She stood up to go to the bathroom but her legs seemed to have forgotten how to work. As she pushed herself up to her feet her knees buckled slightly, giving way for an unabashedly drunken stumble.
"Weeeelp...", began Felicity, before a quaint hiccup. "My mother always told me 'If you can stand up without falling over, you're good for another'!"
She laughed at her own musings as she often did and made her way to the bathroom before returning once more, landing on the couch with a rag-doll-like thump.