Angel opens her eyes. Then she closes them again.
She slowly realizes that she is awake, and she is not going to fall asleep again, and there is nothing she can do about it. She has been asleep for fifteen hours. She hasn’t left her room in days. Not since, well… not since she got completely drunk. And not since she hit on everyone in the house, including the people she knew hated her - which was most everyone.
Her room is a mess of cups and bottles and vomit. It’s utterly disgusting. Angel has always been alright with living in somewhat of a pigsty, but this is far too much for her to handle. The stench of both the contents of her room and her own odor are overpowering. She needs a shower, a dustpan, a gallon of air freshener and a good cry.
She chooses to cry first, shower later, clean much later.
God.. Goddammit!
She chokes on her words and begins to sob, alone in her room. She truly believes that all the problems in the house right now were caused by her. In truth, she has no clue what is going on in the mansion because she’s been… indisposed for so long.
Her choices, her insecurities, her many, many mistakes begin to haunt her now. Hurt and hungover, she is at her weakest.
And worst of all, she has no one to talk to about it all.
Angel stumbles into Raven’s room. Angel has been drinking, alone on her bed, for the past half hour. For what reason? She missed tequila.
The smell, the taste, and oh, did I forget to mention that Angel just really liked being drunk? She liked to call herself “The Alcohol Expert” when really, she just loved drinking.
She looks straight at Raven and burps audibly.
Hello dahrlin’! How’ve youh bin the paahhst few dayshh? I misshed yer cute -
She stops to grab Raven’s cheek, but a mirror stops her fingers. This was not Raven’s room, it was the bathroom, and that gorgeous dame looking back at her was not Raven, but Angel’s own face. Tipsy, (actually, much more than tipsy) flustered, and still beautiful as ever, Angel laughs.
Hulloh, meeee. You look beaYUUUU-TEE-FUHLLL-
She vomits into the sink.
Mutants sure do know how to party.
Oh-kay!
She bellows, heading in the correct direction to Raven’s room,
time to see my beauuuyuuuteeful buh-luee luverrr!!
You wanna see my claws?
Her personali-
who the hell am I kidding. Her breasts. I like her breasts.
I miss her voice.
Mamita, I miss you so much.
I don’t miss the way you looked when you left us. I miss the way you spoke, and moved, and I missed the way you cared about me.
And when you left, no one cared about me. No one.
But Mamita… I think I’ve found someone who cares about me.
Even a little bit.
And dios mío, that’s more than what I had before.
