LOCATION: CITY HALL
TIME: 8 PM
The party didn't appear to be showing signs of slowing down. People were still drinking and talking and laughing and drinking. It would never cease to amaze Kriss how people were so willing to exchange a few hours of chemically-induced fun for an absolutely miserable next day. He knew the side effects. Vomiting, headaches, eye pain, dizziness, and loss of focus were a guarantee for many people, with the occasional DUI mortality. He looked at the different faces in the crowd, imagining what they would look like in the back of his ambulance after a crash. And yet, he could show the photos and tell the stories to any person in this room and none of them would stop drinking. They didn't care how much they suffered, or anyone else once they were hammered, but once you wake up in a cell with a migraine and a charge of vehicular manslaughter, it's too late.
Allison was silent beside him, likely considering her options. Admittedly he did feel a little bad for her, since she was obviously not comfortable being around this type of environment, but at the same time she should have asked ahead of time. Airhead, indeed.
The silence at their table was broken by an approaching woman, sporting a noticeable robotic appendage. The sleek design caught Kriss's eye and he raised an eyebrow. It was the first time he had seen a robotic prosthesis and he had to admit it was impressive. The woman didn't seem at all ashamed of it. His interest waned at the sight of the champagne glass in her hand, which she placed gently on the table.
Hello, you alright miss? Dr, Prof Marla Olympus.
Want us to find you first aid? I'm a medical doctor back home, trauma injury specialist.
Allergy? Or just need a taxi home after a few too many? Medic should have some anti histamine. Its a pretty mild but should make the reaction more mild and less acute. Majority of cases you Don, t need to resort to the stronger stuff.Hmm. That sounded familiar. He wondered if this was the woman who had delivered the envelope to the squad earlier. He turned his head slightly to made side eye contact with her, twisting his upper body just enough to reveal the SCVRS badge on his chest. He couldn't help but notice the redundant job title. "Medical doctor," indeed. As if there were any other type of doctor. He was fairly certain that there was no such thing as a "trauma injury specialist" (trauma
prevention, maybe) as well, though there was a rather large difference between a doctor and a trauma specialist, and neither were an EMT, which is what Allison would have actually needed if this were an emergency. The woman was right, he did in fact have antihistamine on hand, but he wasn't going to administer it without being sure Allison was having an allergic reaction. He wasn't sure if she was just a doctor and was giving herself a fancy title or if she was bluffing, but either way he wouldn't want to be treated by a doctor carrying a glass of champagne.
Kriss kept his mouth shut and waited for her to leave, maintaining eye contact. If Allison was any kind of capable EMT, she could handle the situation.
Location: City Hall
Time: Sunday, 8-ish PM
The color returned slowly to her face yet again as Allison retook control of her emotions. She was starting to sweat with the heat of the room and the embarrassment and had decided that the best course of action now would be to go home as soon as possible. The later she was, the more explaining she would have to do. If she had just up and left when she arrived...but it was too late to do that. She would have to work with what she had. She was certain she could convince her mom that she hadn't had anything. Her stepdad might take a little more convincing.
The clicking of heels nearby caused her to lift her head and she found herself facing a concerned-looking woman. Allison listened carefully to the woman and shook her head quickly.
"No no, I'm okay. No allergies or..." she shuddered.
"alcohol. I'm just a little...tired. I'm going to head out of here pretty soon, I need to get back home."Something clicked in her mind as the words left her mouth. Snap had asked her to work a 12 today. If she left the party, she would have to go home, get changed, and return to the squad building until her shift was up. Ugh. That complicated things. She would have to risk an argument with her parents on life choices and responsibility, but it would be better to hear one sooner than later. She mulled it over for a minute, finally sighing and nodding her head.
"Yeah, I'm going to head home. I need to get changed so I can go back to the rescue squad for my shift. Thanks, though, and have a nice night!"She gave the woman a low wave of the hand as she stood and collected her purse. Waving to Kriss as well, who responded with brief eye contact, she left the building, closing the door gently behind her. That was enough partying for one night for her.
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@PrinceAlexus