I don't think another drinks' gonna make me lose my mind

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Who: J and Hawke
When: Day after the crash
Where: In Tony's tent
What: The girls get drunk and share stories
Warnings: Alcohol consumption and pretty crass talk about sex.



Getting drunk isn't really the brightest idea at the moment now that some of their more important resources were either scarce or limited. Resources like clean, drinkable water. But unsurprising enough, the knowledge of the dire situation hasn't stopped J from being drunk almost two days straight now. It's not like she's ever claimed to be the brightest lamp in the crew, right?

Besides, it was nice to have something to distract from thinking about Moira, Peter, Rinzler or any other messes and dramas that had been building up lately. Alcohol is a true friend in a need.

After spending the first night out, both drunk and high, meeting other crew members and barely getting any sleep she's on rather.. interesting mood. Her brain feeling both hyper and slow at the same time from the hectic combination of sleep deprivation and alcohol. At some point she had run into Hawke, who had looked even more miserable than she usually does (at least to her eyes), one thing lead to another and they ended up inside of Tony Starks tent -- both obviously drunk. Kitty, Hawke's giant dog, is outside of the tent guarding it and making sure that their silly, giggly "No Men"-rule stays.

"I really hope you've packed some stuff too?" J mumbles and opens yet another jar of moonshine, dropping some sliced fruits inside. "With your gluttonous ways we'll be running out in no time."

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[otiosity]

Hawke, who hadn't touched a single thing except the alcohol, gives J a look. One that's part amused, part incredulous, and part a bit cold. "Yes, you know me. Can't control myself. You'll have to roll me out of here." Says the woman who is more sharp angles than curves. She's wearing a jacket that belongs to a man, maybe Tony, and it hangs loosely off her thin shoulders.

She's tired. She's so tired. But she can't seem tired because she has to protect people like J who need her magic. She runs a hand through her messy hair before reaching out to grab the jar of moonshine and take a long drink.

"Perhaps you'll have to go into distilling."