[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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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."

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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."

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"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...."

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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."