followstheflame | Report 057 - [Accidental Video]

[The PCD turns on to show a hand pulling away from it. Soon, it can be seen that that hand belongs to Riza as she moves to stand in front of the cabinets in the kitchen of the House of Love and Pictures. Even though her back is to the feed, it's obvious she's unsure about something. Her hands clench and unclench at her sides and she rocks back and forth, shifting weight from one foot to the other.

Finally, with a short exhale, she reaches toward one of the upper cabinets and pulls out a nearly empty bottle of brandy. Standing on her tiptoes to peer into the cabinet, Riza then also pulls out a shot glass. Well, this is a start. She sets both on the counter in front of her and...hesitates before opening the bottle, but only for a moment. Soon enough, the amber liquid fills the shot glass and Riza throws it back, then sets the glass back down (with a little more force than necessary) and shakes her head back and forth, cringing.

She breathes for second, then repeats, though now the bottle is empty.]

...This isn't enough.

[Sighing, she leans over the counter, resting on her elbows, and lets her head fall into her hands. She doesn't move and the feed switches off.]

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For how long?

Long enough.

Everything comes back. Drinking is just running from the inevitable.

[She knows, at least somewhere in there, that Riza's words are true. But that doesn't mean she wants to accept them. Running from her problems is generally her m.o., after all, and is that a trace of annoyance at challenging that?]

It helps.

...How much?

More than anything else you're going to find.

[She's quiet for a while, thinking over all this. She just wants to forget for now, wants to let herself stop caring. She's too stressed, Unohana said so herself, and while this half-assed plan wouldn't solve anything, maybe it would help bring her down far enough so she could just...be.]

...Maybe.

[An idea occurs to Faye in that moment. She could totally use a drink herself, and, after being cooped up for so long, she'd kill to get out of this house. ~~And maybe take a breather from that total mother hen of a... "nurse".~~ Why not try to get Riza to come along?]

So, how about it?

I...I don't know. I really shouldn't.

Why not? It's not going to hurt anything.

[It could.]

They all say that.

[NONSENSE. Listen to Faye and you will go far, for she is wise.]

It's just a drink.

[Or five.]

[Her tolerance is waaaay lower than yours, Faye. :|]

...Maybe.

[Oh God, is she seriously going through with this.]

[Thaaat's the spirit, Riza. There might even be a very faint devious little smile there.]

I'll meet you in a few minutes?

[Although more like a lot of minutes, because lol leg injury and someone refuses to use crutches :|]

Where?

The bar.

[Come on, get with it.]

[Shut up, she's new to this.]

See you there.

[Hang out with Faye more, and you'll get quite an education.]

[A nod, and the feed is cut. Time to start the long process of walking on a leg injury with no crutches.]

[This is so dumb.

But soon enough, Riza is at the bar and waits outside for Faye.]

[And Faye will come hobbling along eventually. It takes her much longer to get there than it normally would. But, as soon as she spots Riza, she straightens, and attempts to keep her steps as normal as possible while she walks over. ... She doesn't want anyone to know that she's still struggling with the recovery process, after all.]

[Too bad Riza has the eyes of the hawk and can still see a slight limp, but she says nothing. She doesn't want anyone judging her tonight, what right would she have to judge others?]

Faye.

[The truth is, her leg is killing her right now. Walking here had almost done it in, and standing here isn't helping either. It'd be much better if she could sit down, and so she'll try to steer it that way without being too obvious.]

You know how to go in one of these, right?

I'm particular about the company I keep.

[But she walks in and takes a seat at the bar.]

Sounds boring.

[But don't mind if Faye follows in behind, again, a bit more slowly than usual. When she finally drops herself into a stool at the bar, she breathes a quiet sigh of relief.]

[Riza, again, doesn't bring up Faye's injury. At least not so bluntly.]

Spike's been looking after you?

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