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

[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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[Oh good lord no. No wonder she hasn't yet replied to his other message.]

This is the first time you've ever gotten drunk before. Isn't it?

Fffffffffffft. No.

[A long beat..shifty eyes...]

...ish. I've never had...this before.

[She gestures with her glass, then tilts her head and melts into a smile, shutting one eye and peering at him through her glass full of ice and vodka.]

You know you sparkle when I look at you through ice? It's really pretty!

[She lowers her glass, suddenly very earnest as she regards Derek through the feed.]

Derek? You and your glowy parts are so pretty.

[Ahahahaha good god NO. This is terrible. He'd be laughing if not for the fact she sounds like she's incredibly close to alcohol poisoning right now.]

Thank...you?

How many drinks have you had. And -- are you actually doing that straight? No mixer, no chaser, no water at all?

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Allison? Are you okay?

[She doesn't know Duke. Doesn't know what connection Allison has to Duke.]

Um. Vodka will give you a massive hangover from dehydration if you don't drink a lot of water. It's almost as bad as tequila.

Where are you? I can bring you water.

Oh sweet merciful death, Allison. Vodka is the absolute worst.

[ Vergil looks so put off by the mere idea of it. Him and Vodka have a bad history.]

[Oh god.

Isaac's coming out of the CES when he checks his comm and sees her post. He was planning on going down to Duke's cabin anyway to check up on her but this? Yeah, he's definitely heading down there quickly. It's only a few minutes later that he's knocking loudly on the door, still dressed in kinda sweaty workout clothes.]

Allison?

Um...I'm pretty sure all alcohol gives you a hangover.

Maybe you should....put the vodka back?

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[Allison pouts, looking affronted.]

Hey, I used ice. For second drink. [Glass in hand, she lifts it in front of her face, pointing at it.]

I only fill it...halfway. With drink. [She points out a level which is actually not quite a quarter of the relatively small rocks glass she's been drinking from.] And I use lots of ice, 'cause it melts and you get second drink!

[She lowers her glass, looking very pleased with herself...when she remembers Derek asked how many she had. And she can't remember.

That's too many...she's not that far gone.]

I just had my last drink. I should drink water now. I don't want a hangover. I hate headaches.

[Well at least she's...semi reasonable still.]

Yes. Yes, that's very good. If you don't want to get hungover you really shouldn't drink any more. Especially vodka.

[Somebody save him from teenagers being teenagers.]

You need to hydrate. Which room are you in? You said Duke's, yes? Can you tell me his number?

[Allison makes a face at that, suddenly wishing Duke didn't have vodka in his cabin.]

I'm not okay, I'm sad. And now I'm sad and drunk. But I will un-drunk with water. And I'm okay, I'm in my--

[She blinks, then looks around.]

--my Duke's cabin. [She pauses, pouting.] I miss my Duke.

I hope not! I had lots. Now it's water time.

[She's moving over to the sink to get herself a glass of water (very carefully 'cause she's kinda wobbly) when she suddenly gasps.]

VERGIL! I MET YOUR BROTHER! HE'S REALLY NICE!

[Allison's sipping her first glass of water when the knock and the voice comes. Delighted, Allison sets her water down and navigates to the door (carefully) and up the ladder (very carefully) to open it with a smile.]

Isaac! Hi!

[She beams, then suddenly her eyes go wide and she covers her mouth, speaking from behind her hands.]

OhmigodIsaacnogoawayI'mdrunkandsmelly.

I did. I'm un-drunk-ing with water.

[She pouts at him, complete with lower lip pooching out.]

No more vodka. Ever. Kira said it gives super hangovers.

Trust me here, it is. You are going to hate yourself come morning.

[ Ohhh, oh that got a displeased huffy look.]

....Thanks? I am certain he would be pleased to know someone finds him nice.

[Gently,] And what number is your Duke's cabin? I'll come by with water and then you can have someone to be sad with.

[That is an unfair pout right there.]

I'd trust Kira. Just keep drinking water. Like. Ten times as much as the vodka you had. Are you alone?

704. Or the one with the really cool door. It's boaty. I like it.

[She shifts to get to her feet, hanging onto the counter very tight. If she's drunk, she rationalizes she'll be wobbly, and falling would be bad.

Her first steps out of frame are fairly steady. Surmising she won't fall if she keeps a hand on the counter's edge, Allison wanders out of the video feed, heading for the sink to get herself a glass of water.]

I'm drinking water now!

It's 704. With the boaty door. [She blinks, then grins and giggles at her rhyme.]

But--heyyyyy, you don't have to come over. Nobody wants to come over.

Not Lydia.

[Ow. Kira doesn't let herself flinch, but that kind of hurt.]

Well. I want to come over and I'm not nobody. Will the door be open?

Yyyyyyup. I'm alone.

'Cause...Lydia wants to be alone. But she's not Greta Garbo, Scott.

She's Lydia freaking Martin and she is part of the pack. You should tell her. You're the Alpha.

I can open it. I'm...drunk. Not...falling down. I won't fall down.

...Kira? You know you're in the pack, right? But you're also our friend. That's important.

Friends take care of each other. Even if their ex-boyfriends...are jerks.

Thank you. You should try to drink as many glasses as you had of the other thing as well!

[He has no idea if she'll listen to him. And he doesn't know that some of her friends have already gone to check on her out of concern. Perhaps he should be able to assume that, but...

Well his perspective is a little off, he knows. But he's thinking of the parties he went to when he was Allison's age. Parties full of rich, ill-mannered, bored city kids. With access to money and daddy's liquor closet and mommy's pills and with no one to bother checking in on them over the weekend.

Pocketing his communicator he leaves his room in a hurry. Duke, fortunately, is only one floor, one flight of stairs away. He reaches the cabin in no time and tries to see if the door is still open, not even knocking.]

That doesn't mean I can tell anyone what to do. [It means he's able to, to some extent, and he kind of likes that - but he doesn't like the idea that he's in charge of...everyone.]

...Who's Greta Garbo?

But...I don't want to hate myself anymore. [And just like that, she sounds like a lost little kid...until she realizes Vergil is being huffy.]

Waaaaait a minute! Are you jealous? Vergil, you're my favorite Sparda boy. Dante is nice, but you...you're freakin' awesome. Don't be jealous!

[The awkward part is she's not sure if Allison means Jackson or Scott, and if the latter, in whose context.]

If that's true, you shouldn't argue about me coming to take care of you, okay?

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