[ch. 3] post-execution, w/ rebecca

[asswipe]

[Veronica's in the process of pouring herself a drink in the kitchen when Rebecca walks in.

She pauses, sets down the bottle, and... after a beat:]

Want me to pour one out for you, too?

[Let's cope badly.]

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[disclosures]

[She takes a seat and presses her face against the counter. She's so tired. Has she ever felt so drained before in her life?

No.]

Do we have the stuff for a gin and tonic? I don't want to be sober today.

[asswipe]

We should. I've seen Sanji mix drinks here before.

[Not... gin and tonic specifically, though. But she rummages through the cabinets before pulling out two bottles: one of gin, and one of tonic water. Amazing.]

... Would the ice have restocked as well after the fire?

[disclosures]

God, I hope so.

I don't know, I haven't had the time to drink until today.

[And after what she had to watch? She needs to not be sober for a full day.]

[asswipe]

Yeah, that's... That's understandable.

[She's tired. They're all tired.

Playing at bartender gives Veronica something to distract herself with, at least. She moves to look through the fridge, digging around for a handful of seconds, before she pulls out an ice tray.]

... Do you know how to mix it? [Because. She doesn't know the right ratio.]

[disclosures]

One of my many exes was a bartender.

[She'll get up and start mixing two gin and tonics for them. It's a little clumsy, like she's not used to making drinks. But they're more or less right.]

He moved away and called our relationship a shitshow.

[Rebecca, you're not even drunk yet.]

Here's to the end of this place.

[And then she downs the entire thing in a gulp.]

[asswipe]

[R...ebecca...................... Veronica looks at her. Looks at her own cup. Looks at Rebecca again.

Takes a sip from her drink.]

Uh. If it helps, my last relationship went up in... flames? [L..iterally...]

[disclosures]

[Rebecca's love life is an endless string of disasters.]

Tell me about that. Let's think about something else besides this place.

[She makes herself another drink.]

[asswipe]

Um... Sure.

[A beat. She has to think about what to say that isn't obviously murder-y.]

... He broke into my room after I broke up with him? [Cringing because that was, somehow, the tamest part.] It was, uh. It was really crazy.

[disclosures]

Wow. Really? What an asshole. How old are you anyway?

[It was on her tapestry, but Rebecca can't remember all of them.]

Didn't you have family to stop him from doing that?

[asswipe]

Seventeen. [SO, YOU KNOW. Not supposed to be drinking, and yet.] He came in through the window, and—

[She sighs.]

... No offense, but the adults I knew were useless.

[disclosures]

[She makes no move to take the drink away from her.

Instead she just waves a hand in a "whatever" sort of manner.]

Don't worry about it. My parents were useless too, all they gave me was anxiety, depression and severe self-esteem issues.