Mel & Star | Fruity Beverages
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xp_logsbackdated Star finds Mel drinking on the roof.
Shatterstar hadn't admitted to anyone that he'd been having infrequent nightmares since the three kidnappings this past year (not that he was involved in Sharon and Liam's, but not being there haunted him). It led him to walk around the corridors at night he couldn't sleep to patrol. He saw someone out on the roof and the irrational part of himself was scared that whoever was out there shouldn't be- that they too would be hurt. He hadn't been able to save Jessie in the VR or Sharon or Liam...
He opened the widow. "What are you doing. It's dark."
A giggle and illumination answered him. “Nuh uh. Now it’s not.” Mel sat lazily on the roof with her secret stash of vodka spritzes and wine coolers. There was not a small pile of empty cans next to her.
Shatterstar looked at Mel's glow and the pile of cans before deciding to shimmy himself through the window. He stuck close to the seam of the roof. "You shouldn't me out here if you're drinking. You could fall."
“I can fly silly. I’m up here all the time and I’m fine.” She offered up a can of peach strawberry vodka spritz. “You want?”
Shatterstar took the proffered beverage and gave it a sniff. It smelled fruity. Even though he knew it was alcoholic, he's had beer before and been fine and this didn't smell like beer at all. He took a sip. It was fruity, but not bad.
"This tastes like juice."
“That’s the point. S’like drinking without actually drinking.” Mel took a long sip from her can. Yum. “There’s all sorts of fun things like this up here. Never got anythin’ like this back home.”
Shatterstar nodded. He knew that Sam, and by extension Mel, were from Kentucky. "I've never been that far south."
"It's... it's so different from here. I miss it. All the time. But at the same time.." And now they were getting into feelings territory. "There's so much more here. Goin' back home felt like squeezing into a dress that'd been passed down to Cissie ages ago. I feel so free, but like I'm betrayin' ma family fer feeling that way."
This was something that Shatterstar both couldn't understand. He didn't miss Boston, and every time he'd gone "home" since being at the Mansion he'd wanted to come back. He hadn't expected to like it here so much, when it hadn't been his choice to come; he hadn't wanted this. He didn't feel like he was betraying anything by wanting to stay here. The tug he had felt towards his uncle had snapped long ago. But... He had been an anchor once upon a time. "Can I make a boat metaphor?" he asked.
Mel wiped away some tears. This is why she didn't drink these around Sam or Paige, they made her all emotional. "Sure, go 'head hon."
"Maybe Kentucky is your harbor. But, as a boat, you are not meant to stay in a harbor. It is good to have one but you can't stay there long. You need to be out sailing." Shatterstar wasn't sure his metaphor made any sense. He took a long gulp from his spritzer.
"That's awful profound. You oughta write a book or somethin'." Maybe he was right. She was pretty sure Sam had said about the same thing a while ago, when he was talking to her.
Shatterstar wrinkled his nose. "No. I hate reading." Then he finished his drink in another gulp. "This is good."
“Does yer Rictor like readin’? Maybe he can write it fer you.” Mel hiccuped. “Want another?”
"He's much smarter than me," Shatterstar said in a slightly dreamy voice and held out his hand for another drink.
She passed one over obligingly, chuckling knowingly.
Shatterstar hadn't admitted to anyone that he'd been having infrequent nightmares since the three kidnappings this past year (not that he was involved in Sharon and Liam's, but not being there haunted him). It led him to walk around the corridors at night he couldn't sleep to patrol. He saw someone out on the roof and the irrational part of himself was scared that whoever was out there shouldn't be- that they too would be hurt. He hadn't been able to save Jessie in the VR or Sharon or Liam...
He opened the widow. "What are you doing. It's dark."
A giggle and illumination answered him. “Nuh uh. Now it’s not.” Mel sat lazily on the roof with her secret stash of vodka spritzes and wine coolers. There was not a small pile of empty cans next to her.
Shatterstar looked at Mel's glow and the pile of cans before deciding to shimmy himself through the window. He stuck close to the seam of the roof. "You shouldn't me out here if you're drinking. You could fall."
“I can fly silly. I’m up here all the time and I’m fine.” She offered up a can of peach strawberry vodka spritz. “You want?”
Shatterstar took the proffered beverage and gave it a sniff. It smelled fruity. Even though he knew it was alcoholic, he's had beer before and been fine and this didn't smell like beer at all. He took a sip. It was fruity, but not bad.
"This tastes like juice."
“That’s the point. S’like drinking without actually drinking.” Mel took a long sip from her can. Yum. “There’s all sorts of fun things like this up here. Never got anythin’ like this back home.”
Shatterstar nodded. He knew that Sam, and by extension Mel, were from Kentucky. "I've never been that far south."
"It's... it's so different from here. I miss it. All the time. But at the same time.." And now they were getting into feelings territory. "There's so much more here. Goin' back home felt like squeezing into a dress that'd been passed down to Cissie ages ago. I feel so free, but like I'm betrayin' ma family fer feeling that way."
This was something that Shatterstar both couldn't understand. He didn't miss Boston, and every time he'd gone "home" since being at the Mansion he'd wanted to come back. He hadn't expected to like it here so much, when it hadn't been his choice to come; he hadn't wanted this. He didn't feel like he was betraying anything by wanting to stay here. The tug he had felt towards his uncle had snapped long ago. But... He had been an anchor once upon a time. "Can I make a boat metaphor?" he asked.
Mel wiped away some tears. This is why she didn't drink these around Sam or Paige, they made her all emotional. "Sure, go 'head hon."
"Maybe Kentucky is your harbor. But, as a boat, you are not meant to stay in a harbor. It is good to have one but you can't stay there long. You need to be out sailing." Shatterstar wasn't sure his metaphor made any sense. He took a long gulp from his spritzer.
"That's awful profound. You oughta write a book or somethin'." Maybe he was right. She was pretty sure Sam had said about the same thing a while ago, when he was talking to her.
Shatterstar wrinkled his nose. "No. I hate reading." Then he finished his drink in another gulp. "This is good."
“Does yer Rictor like readin’? Maybe he can write it fer you.” Mel hiccuped. “Want another?”
"He's much smarter than me," Shatterstar said in a slightly dreamy voice and held out his hand for another drink.
She passed one over obligingly, chuckling knowingly.
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Date: 2024-11-15 03:44 pm (UTC)She passed one over obligingly, chuckling knowingly.
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Date: 2024-11-15 05:51 pm (UTC)"S'like drinking without actually drinking" - Famous last words from Mel, often.