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Log: Complete
When; Sep. 5th ( just after midnight )
Rating; PG-13 (?)
Characters; Faye Valentine![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
glock30, Scarab noh_dancer, The Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; Scarab begs Faye for help in dealing with a drunken Alex
Log;
Scarab grimaced a little as Alex nearly pushed her over trying to make it up the last three stairs in Faye's building.
She felt a bit more like an armrest at the moment, what with Alex using her shoulder to hold himself up, but her five feet, three inches made balancing an easily six foot tall man a bit of an awkward situation.
Who would have thought nightmares could get drunk? she mused a little irritably.
" Careful, one more to go", she said aloud, cautioning him that the last step ws coming up.
Faye's door was blessedly close by, or so Scarab remembered from her own short tenure in the building.
Scarab had briefly contemplated hauling Alex back to frederick's place....but thankfully the sake had not destroyed every bit of common sense she possessed. So here she was, about to wake her only other friend up at three a.m., in order to ask for a place for a stranger ( though a new friend in Scarab's case) with teeth for eyes to sleep off four glasses of burbon.
They managed to make it to the door without serious loss of life or limb, but Scarab had to sort of lean him agianst the wall to pound on Faye's door.
"Faye?? It's me, Scarab. Let me in?"
Never boring...
Rating; PG-13 (?)
Characters; Faye Valentine
glock30, Scarab noh_dancer, The Corinthian bitingnightmareSummary; Scarab begs Faye for help in dealing with a drunken Alex
Log;
Scarab grimaced a little as Alex nearly pushed her over trying to make it up the last three stairs in Faye's building.
She felt a bit more like an armrest at the moment, what with Alex using her shoulder to hold himself up, but her five feet, three inches made balancing an easily six foot tall man a bit of an awkward situation.
Who would have thought nightmares could get drunk? she mused a little irritably.
" Careful, one more to go", she said aloud, cautioning him that the last step ws coming up.
Faye's door was blessedly close by, or so Scarab remembered from her own short tenure in the building.
Scarab had briefly contemplated hauling Alex back to frederick's place....but thankfully the sake had not destroyed every bit of common sense she possessed. So here she was, about to wake her only other friend up at three a.m., in order to ask for a place for a stranger ( though a new friend in Scarab's case) with teeth for eyes to sleep off four glasses of burbon.
They managed to make it to the door without serious loss of life or limb, but Scarab had to sort of lean him agianst the wall to pound on Faye's door.
"Faye?? It's me, Scarab. Let me in?"
Never boring...