1st Bite [Action/Video]

[willak]

(ooc: after this mess)

[A girl with a familiar face to a local artist is sitting in Good Spirits with a nice, typically expensive bottle of whiskey. She hates whiskey. Hates alcohol on a good day.

But this is a very, very bad day. Raylene Carter is a wonderful mess right now too: hair in tangles like her sister's and leaves and dirt stuck in it. Mud caking her feet and splashing up her legs, A dirty white newcomers dress and a pair of dark brown wings that won't stop twitching.

Something happened, something that could encourage her to go right for the alcohol and get righteously pissed. Some first day.]

[Video]

[The book isn't so hard to figure out even in her inebriated state. She squints at the screen a moment before mumbling with a thick drawl:]

Someplace 'round here that sells clothes?

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[willak]

[Her grip tightens on her small glass just by a fraction, but on the inside she's close to a manic kind of fear. Experiments? War? What the hell have I got myself into.

With a sad, desperate kind of moan Raylene drops her head onto her arms and sighs.]

Oh Pinky, what'm I gonna do...

[She's possibly well past tipsy and doesn't expect Amelia do to much other than ask who Pinky is.]

[thedicearecast]

[The reaction isn’t exactly shocking, considering the horror of what Amelia’s just said.  Even if there’s a way to sugarcoat it, Amelia’s not necessarily that type of person.  She’s also not great at offering comfort, although she feels all the sympathy in the world when Raylene lowers her head.]
 
About all you can do is bear it.  Which will be a lot easier to focus on when you aren’t drunk.
 
[Honestly, Amelia’s hoping the girl doesn’t get herself so wasted she forgets the conversation they’re having.]
 
Who’s Pinky supposed to be anyway?  Friend of yours?

[willak]

[She keeps her head down until Pinky is mentioned again and peeks out from over the barrier of her arms. If her eyes are red it's because she's tired -- that's her story and she's sticking to it.

Raylene doesn't cry, damnit.]

Yeah, somethin' like that.

[A sister. A best friend. A kindred spirit. The only person that loved her unconditionally.]

[thedicearecast]

[Tired, drunk, despairing:  Amelia doesn’t press.  She recognizes the agony for what it is, but she doesn’t know this girl.  Amelia wouldn’t appreciate a stranger prying into her personal pain, so she won’t turn around and do the same now.]
 
You may want to keep an eye out for them.  People from the same worlds can all be brought here.  There’s a handful of us from Gunsmoke.

[willak]

[She brightens just slightly, it helps to think about Pinky being stuck here with her. But...half of her wonders what she'd do.

It'll take a few days for her to reach the conclusion that it might be best if Pinky doesn't show.]

Sounds like a plan.