[CLOSED] I am better than you think, let me buy you a drink....

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Characters: Holiday and a very drunk, upset Rosalind.
Date: BACKDATED to the night before the event ended, after the Lutece argument.
Location: Holiday's suite.
Situation: Rosalind and Robert had a fight. Rosa is upset and turns to a frand.
Warnings/Rating: Rosa is...still genderswapped at this point, drunk, and might wind up naked in a completely innocent fashion. Language. Nudity. Angst.

They'd fought before. They'd fought, but never like this.

His words echoed through Rosalind's head while he stomped away to the lab, still wearing the ill-fitting women's clothes and heels and scarcely noticing that they were uncomfortable. What hurt most was how Robert had gone for the throat - how he had said that Rosalind wasn't worth what he had gone through. The thought was sickening.

The alcohol had been broken into, sitting on the floor of the lab in terrible, deafening silence. Usually the hum of machines was soothing. They hadn't gotten that far. There was just...nothing.

It was maddening, being alone with such dark thoughts.

So a little while later, there was Rosalind...still male, still wearing the women's clothes, clutching a half-empty bottle of something strong in one shaking hand. He took a shuddering breath, swaying for a moment, and then reached up to bang on Holiday's door. Loudly. Repeatedly. Making noise.

Breaking the goddamned silence.

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[doc_holi]

The loud, insistent banging on Holiday's door at the late hour was enough to make her full on panic. She didn't know a whole lot of people in the city yet, but others were aware that she was a doctor. If this was a problem that a doctor needed to fix right now, then she was moving as fast as possible.

With Six's sheathed sword, of course. Since she was no longer a child for the time being, she had a much better chance of handling a unfavorable encounter.

She opened the door in a rush... and stared at the sight before her. "... Robert?" Is he wearing Rosalind's clothes? Is he drunk? Oh God.

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Hearing HIS name in address was almost too much for Rosalind to bear. He choked a little, shaking his head back and forth. No, not Robert. Not Robert. Robert hated her - oh God, he hated her - everything was ruined -

A choke.

"No," he mumbled, the bottle in his hand swishing as he swayed from one foot to the other. "It's me - Rosalind. Can - c-c'n I come in?"

[doc_holi]

Um...

Holiday looked him- her- him up and down for a quiet moment. If this was Robert, how did he- Oh, it's the spell.

"Come in," Holiday finally said, stepping aside and waving Rosalind in. To be honest, just being in a male body would probably drive Holiday to drinking.

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Glad to be permitted inside, Rosalind staggered through the door in slightly-too-small boots, steps staggered and clumsy. He was drunk. Very, very drunk. The odds were pretty favorable that this bottle had not been the first, and might not be the last, either.

He turned to face Holiday, eyes bleary with barely-restrained tears.

"Men are just - just bloody terrible...!"

[doc_holi]

Holiday had reached out to Rosalind... Robert... whoever was in her living room right now in an attempt to steady him, before he turned.

"Trust me, I know." Oh, doesn't she know it. Holiday gently grabbed his shoulder and gestured to the couch. "Please, sit. Tell me what happened. This isn't because of a body switch, is it?"

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Awkwardly, Rosalind tumbled over to the couch, sprawling out awkwardly and holding his head in his hand. Pausing a moment to take a swig from his bottle, he speaks again, just a little too loudly.

"He...he was being SO FRUSTRATING, and then we f-fought, and...and h-he...."

Here come the tears.

"He HATES ME."

[doc_holi]

Wow... This was a definite sight. Holiday took a moment to rub at her eyes and blink a few times, but yeah. This was happening.

"What? No." Holiday moved over to the couch and sat beside Rosalind, trying to pat him on the shoulders. "He doesn't hate you. Men are just really really terrible at expressing themselves... Did he say that?"

Did he?? That's not right.

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"But HE DID!"

The Rosalind Lutece sob train is rolling down the track, Holiday, and there is no stopping it until it runs its course. He leans into the patting, though, desperate for comfort. Also quite drunk.

"H-he told me that he d-didn't think I was worth what he went through...and...and he's RIGHT! I'm...I'm HORRIBLE, just...AWFUL."

[doc_holi]

"You are not horrible!"

Holiday leans in closer so she can wrap her arm across Rosalind's shoulders with a worried frown. "Men don't think before they speak. They do such hurtful things without ever realizing it. I don't know what he was thinking, but you're not horrible or awful."

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He accepts the hug, but he doesn't seem to back down from his stance, wailing with increased volume and reeking of alcohol.

"But I AM! I'm AWFUL! I'm selfish, a-a-and pig-headed, and I'm never satisfied with ANYTHING! Not one bloody thing! I treat Robert s-so POORLY...."

[doc_holi]

It was a shame she didn't know Rosalind as well as she should have or examples would have been brought up.

"You're not, though. You two are always so lovely together... You just have to show him, prove to him, that you put him first. Some men just... don't see it."