013} the cheapest stuff is all i need / to get me back on my feet again

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[Duke has...a lot of interesting stuff in his cabin.

Allison found this out when she was trying to straighten up to distract herself. The place is already fairly neat, so it's a useless distraction from Lydia's snub, from her own impotent fury and the bitter sting of not being trusted by her own best friend. Her heart's not in it...but it wasn't hard to find Duke's liquor.

Or his pot...but she quickly put the joints back where she found them.

She didn't consider the bottle of vodka in his cupboard for long, however, before she got herself a glass of ice and poured herself some. She's never had anything stronger than beer, she doesn't really know what she's doing...but it burns going down, and she feels better in the aftermath of her first sip, loose and warm and good.

After two half glasses, she hurts less. After four, she's well past tipsy. On her fifth, she's well aware she's dangerously close to drunk...so she sips carefully at her next, though she's no longer sure what number drink it is.

When her comm flickers on some time later, the video shows her slouched bonelessly over the kitchen counter in Duke's cabin, her head in her hand. The bottle is visible in the frame, and Allison is visibly fascinated by her drink as she swirls the clear liquid in her glass, ice chinking pleasantly against the equally clear surface. She likes the noise, it's soothing...cheerful.

She's no longer staring at the camera. She seems to have forgotten she flipped her comm on as she mutters to herself, apparently having an internal conversation out loud.]

Stupid boys. Stupid Lydia...Jackson Whittemore is not the biggest douche bag I've ever met, y'know? If you'd...just...had some hot chocolate you'd know that. Jerk...jerkette. [She pauses, smiling a little, amused with her jibe. Her features, however, immediately crumble as she sets her glass down and lets her head thunk against the counter. When she speaks again, she's nearly shouting.]

DUUUUUUUUUKE! Why are you comafied?! I DON'T KNOW IF THIS VODKA IS BAD!

[She pauses, then reaches for her glass as she lifts her head just enough to take a sip, talking around the glass in a very small voice.]

It tastes awful.

[She takes a tiny sip, then smacks her mouth and licks her lips.]

It tasted awful.

[She has another sip, then seems to realize her comm is on and blanches, setting her glass down and reaching for the bottle nearby.]

Hey, guys? Guys! I need to know, 'cause...'cause Duke's comafied. Does...

[She trails off, midway through uncapping the bottle. Torn between remembering what she's drinking and pouring more, she makes an intense and carefully executed operation of pouring more into her glass while nearly pressing her nose against the label of the bottle.]

...vodka give you hangovers? 'Cause I don't want a hangover. I just don't want to be sad anymore about...

[She trails off, and she remembers. Lydia turning her away, Lydia pushing her away. Because that was inevitable, wasn't it? First her best friend, then her best friend's boyfriend...then her werewolf, then Scott, then Kira and Isaac and then she'll be an omega with nowhere to go...

Setting the bottle down, Allison picked up her glass and took a long, healthy swallow...then set her glass down and made a face of pure disgust, complete with her tongue sticking out as she shuddered theatrically.]

Ilch.

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[Lydia nods her agreement. She knows a huge part of why Allison feels crappy is because she's dehydrated. With plenty of water she should start feeling a little more human.]

Get a bottle of it, not just a glass. [She suggests that then makes her way into the room Allison is staying. Lydia looks around the messy bed for a moment, brushing her hand over the top of the bunny's head, then of the dogs before she starts adjusting the pillows and the covers without disturbing the two of them.

She is exhausted, too. After completely breaking down on Stiles, she didn't get many hours of sleep. She woke up and saw Allison's message on the network and that was when she told him she had to come check on her. She doesn't know if they are okay or not, but she needs to focus on Allison right now.

With a deep breath, Lydia takes a seat on the opposite side of the bed from the pets and leans back against the pillows as she waits for Allison.]

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[Making a face, Allison obeyed without complaint, grabbing a bottle from the fridge and sipping it as she padded back into the bedroom. Brownie watched her enter placidly while Duchess nibbled merrily away in her dog-body niche. Lydia was seated primly in bed, waiting...and Allison would have rolled her eyes if her head didn't hurt so much.

Taking a swig of water, she walked over to her side of the bed, slid back in, and unceremoniously shoved her feet under the covers right behind Brownie, letting her toes press into the dog's rear end as she burrowed into the pillow, hugging her bottle of water and peeking up at Lydia with one eye.

When she speaks, her voice is half muffled by the pillow.]

Why don' you trus' me?

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[Once Allison is laying down, Lydia lays down too, turning on her side to face her best friend. She shakes her head, not at all surprised by the question.

It hurt a lot to watch Allison feeling like Lydia had abandoned her, like she had turned her down because of Allison, but it was for far more selfish reasons.]

Of course I trust you. I didn't want you to think that. I was just-- [She hesitates, sighing deeply as she closes her eyes. Her head is a lot clearer than it felt before she slept on Stiles.]

I was afraid of what your reaction to Jackson would be. [Of how Allison was going to judge him and speak truths about him she wasn't ready to hear. And still isn't.] I didn't want to argue with you because of him.

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[Blearily, Allison lifts her head and blinks at Lydia blearily as Duchess stirs from her niche, picks up her lettuce in her mouth, and galumphs her way up the bed to set it in between Lydia and Allison, as if offering to share.]

But I told you I'm going to help you help him. Did you think I didn't mean it?

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[Lydia looks down at the bunny instead of Allison. Because it's easier to focus on her right now. She reaches out to play with her ears gently, then shakes her head.]

I know you meant it. But I know none of you see him the way I do. I don't want you to think less of me because of it. [Her lips pout and her face falls.]

I don't want anyone from the pack to think less of me, to be disappointed in me. But it's too late.