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- >You are Anon.
- >Who else would you be?
- >Right now, you are half carrying, half dragging a certain wasted DJ back to her apartment.
- >This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence.
- >She liked her parties and her clubs and her booze.
- >Her booze just didn’t like her.
- >Usually whenever she went out, you or her roommate would go along to be the “designated adult.”
- >You didn’t mind. Half the time she went out to party, it was because she was playing and she always put on a good show.
- >You’d come to accept that afterwards, you’d have her arm draped over your shoulder, trying to keep her walking in a straightish line.
- >A clipped, perfectly enunciated voice comes from the far side of Vinyl, where her roommate was supporting her other arm.
- >”You know you don’t have to do this.”
- “What, and leave you to drag this lug back to your place? That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me, now would it?”
- >Octavia shoots you a glare, but it’s an amused one.
- >”I managed just fine before you came along, didn’t I?”
- “Yeah, well, she’s gained weight.”
- >You were lucky Vinyl wasn’t all that aware of her surroundings or that would have earned you a punch to the ribs rather than a little grumbling from the DJ and a chuckle from the cellist.
- >”Still, not too many men would help carry their exgirlfriend home.”
- “And not to many women would help their boyfriend carry his ex home.”
- >”Please don’t get all lovey dovey. I feel sick enough as it is,” said Vinyl, joining the conversation.
- “Don’t worry, we’ve almost got you home.”
- >You were less than a block away at that point, so it didn’t take long to make good on that statement.
- >Octavia looked over at you. “I’ll get the door. Can you get her for a second?”
- >You nod and she slips out from under Vinyl’s arm.
- >She pulled her keys out her purse and got the door open for you.
- >Normally, you wouldn’t make note of something like that, but right now, it just highlighted the differences between the two musicians.
- >Octavia didn’t have to fumble to find her keys. They were in the same pocket of her purse that they were always in. She was organized, consistent.
- >Vinyl...well, you weren’t sure if Vinyl knew where her keys were.
- >She certainly didn’t have them on her now. She didn’t even have anywhere she could have put them.
- “Where do you want her? Couch or should I take her back to her room?”
- >“Better take her to her room.”
- >You manage to maneuver the drunken, semiconscious DJ past the couch, down a hallway and through the door to her bedroom.
- >Entering the room, you feel around and manage to find the light switch. You knew better than to try to navigate through the room in the dark.
- >Making your way through the pile of discarded clothing on her floor, you pick her up, and set her on the bed.
- “Goodnight Vinyl,” you say, turning off the light as you leave the room. You think you hear her mumble something in return.
- >You head back to the living area and sit down on the couch.
- “Sleepyhead is put to bed. And I really do swear she’s gained weight.”
- >A soft, melodic laughter answers you. “You really are good to her, you know that?”
- “Well, Vinyl and I go way back, you know? It’s really nothing.”
- >It was true. You’d known Vinyl since middle school. Sure, you’d lost touch with her for a bit, but you two got back together.
- >“How many times have you carried her back from some club or a party and made sure she got home safe?”
- ”Probably not too many more times than you have. And is that a tinge of jealousy I hear?” you ask with a smirk.
- >”No, I just hope you’ll treat me that well if we break up.”
- “Do you see that happening?”
- >Her confidence seems to waver. She’s flustered.
- > “Well, no, but I didn’t see you and Vinyl breaking up. You two always seemed so happy together and were always laughing and going out and….and then you broke up.”
- “Tavi, Vinyl and I were happy, but you didn’t see our disagreements. Whether it was her mad at me for being a stick in the mud- her words, mind you- or me trying to get her to stop destroying herself, we weren’t exactly a perfect couple. You’ll notice she has started drinking a little bit less.”
- >”I’m not sure where you’re going with this. You had a few fights, but so have we. That doesn’t explain why you broke up.”
- “Sorry, I’m getting there. Like I said, Vinyl and I go way back. We know each other, we’re comfortable with each other, and we feel safe with each other. When she and I got back in touch, we thought that was what we wanted in a relationship. Eventually, we realized we were wrong and that, really, we weren’t a couple. We were still just friends who happened to say they were dating, so we decided to just go back to being friends. It was about as clean a breakup as you can imagine. That lead to me spending more time with you and that lead to here, I guess.”
- >”Huh. You know, I always thought it was weird how she didn’t seem bothered that we were going out. She’s a nice girl, don’t get me wrong, but I always thought that she should be a little mad or jealous. I guess that explains it, though.”
- “As much as it can be explained. Anyway, it’s getting late. I should probably go.”
- >This evening had gotten awkward. Leaving seemed like a good plan, but before you could get off the couch...
- >”You don’t have to…”
- >You look over at Octavia, but she doesn’t meet your gaze.
- >”I was just thinking, it’s Friday. Neither of us have work tomorrow and I was thinking that maybe if you didn’t have anywhere else to be tomorrow, you could spend the night.”
- >She looks at you, a small, hopeful smile on her lips.
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