Characters: Diwa and Merrill (played by my roommate).
Content Warnings: Emetophobia
Location: Outside the show trailers.
Diwa and Merrill have just exited a truth or dare party where everyone got drunk with super strong demonic alcohol. Diwa got into a fight during it. It was a messy ordeal.
Diwa and Merrill have a little bonding moment.
(emeto) THROWING UP THE SECOND THEY LEAVE THE TRAILER. BLAAAARGH.
COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH.
What the FUCK. Do DEMONS. DRINK.
COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH.
BLAAAAAAGH.
.... Doesn't want to engage but feels strange just walking past. "Are you... okay?"
They manage a small thumbs up. This is rather undignified.
"I--" COUGH. COUGH. "--cast a spell--to expel the alcohol from my system as quickly as possible."
"Awful. Please, bring me water. I'm--" COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH.
Groaaaan...
"Ah- hold on one second, I'll go get water!" Rushes off to her trailer to grab some.
Comes back in a minute with a filled blue water bottle and uncaps it quickly. Holds out in front of Diwa's face. "Here..."
Huffing out.
"Thank you, Merrill." They chug the water gratefully.
"I'm sorry for picking a fight earlier. I'm a terrible drunk."
Merrill gives Diwa a small smile and relaxes slightly.
"It's no problem. I understand." She hesitates, then rubs Diwa's back ever so slightly, waiting for approval that this is okay.
"Um... do you want to.... talk about it..?"
Diwa allows for their back to be rubbed.
"Nnnot..particularly."
"I have a good friend of mine following me around and she has been annoying me quite a bit. I thought getting drunk would give me some reprieve from her but she just grew more insistent. What a pain..."
Merrill's face scrunches up at this, presumably in sympathy. She rubs with a little more pressure now.
"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that." She's not really sure what to do. ".. If you ever need a distraction, maybe I can be of service..."
"How sweet." They manage a light smile. ||Before throwing up again. BLAAAAARRGHHH...||
Groan...
"..do you have a lighter, Merrill?"
They wince. Merrill does not have a lighter, and is worried about what Diwa might want one for right now.
"No.. I'm sorry.. I'm afraid I don't." She puts her arms around Diwa more securely so that she is holding more of her weight. "Do you want me to help you to your trailer? I think you might need to lie down..."
"...yes..thank you." She leans on Merrill some, digging into their pockets and pulling out a cigarette.
"Do you mind if I.." Hand motions.
Merrill shakes her head, then looks forward to focus on making it back over there. Still a little wobbly..
"Not at all. Go ahead."
She begins walking towards Diwa's trailer, taking it very slowly so that Diwa can do what she needs to do.
Their finger lights up a little. A tiny little flame. No point in hiding it now. They use it to light up the cigarette.
"..thank you, Merrill. Do you need any help? I can help you with the hangover tomorrow."
"...of course, Diwa.. that's why I'm here."
Merrill isn't too surprised at Diwa's magic usage after tonight. She refiles Diwa in her mind as someone she doesn't have to try and hunt after anymore. A relief... at least one less victim. They sigh.
"And thank you.. You're very kind~ I'll be alright. Are you sure you won't have one as well?"
"Most likely. But I'm used to worse." Cryptic ass.
They reach Diwa's trailer. Diwa straightens up and gives Merrill a refined smile.
"Thank you. I hope you sleep well tonight."
Merrill gives a tired smile back. "You too, Diwa. Let me know if you need anything." They wait until they're sure Diwa enters her trailer safely before they leave.