[The moment she's set down on the couch, she rolls onto her side. She's never been this sick before, but she knows what to do when she drinks herself stupid. Drowning in her own vomit was not the way she was going to go. She takes the water from her boyfriend and doesn't drink it. Instead, with one arm hanging off the couch, she holds it loosely between her middle finger and thumb. A bit of it splashes on the floor. She rubs her cheek against the couch, readjusts her thighs, moves them again, rubs them together a little. This is very uncomfortable. She feels dizzy.]
You suck at whatever you we're trying to do.
[Obviously not too dizzy to not add such glowing compliments to the conversation.]
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Date: 2011-07-02 09:21 am (UTC)You suck at whatever you we're trying to do.
[Obviously not too dizzy to not add such glowing compliments to the conversation.]