RP:Blacked Confessions

Synopsis: Aarika had a freaking day. Jesse and Shishi really did a number on her and now she is living her best life. On booze. While letting loose, she runs into Tiber who cannot quit with the bottle. The two agree to drink together in fits of "fun". Fun turns into... disaster. Aarika throws up from alcohol, and Tiber blacks out and spills out why he is "troubled". It's endearing, truly.

Overlooking Gorge

Aarika was running and it almost seemed from something as she continuously glanced over her shoulder. She was barefoot and her boot laces were tied together and slung around the back of her neck bouncing off her frame with each bound. The blonde elf slipped and fell but instead of curses there was laughter. "Oh hell." She giggled from the flat of her back while her fingers roamed her form, "Where are you?" She called like a child playing hide and seek, soon enough she'd find just what she was looking for in one of her shoes - a bottle of whiskey. A snort and rocking motion had her sitting up though one arm propped her up, leaves falling from her braids with each movement.

Tiber slinks his way down the narrow stone strip going to the direction towards the seaside. Kelay had been an evening of heavy brew chugging contests with the locale after visiting Meri at the museum. She wanted his hand in helping the guild, but if anything, it was a pity request that Tiber said yes to anyway. Hands remain stuffed in pockets to keep his balance, and eyes wander over the chasm before landing on a familiar blonde who is on the ground laughing in fits and pulling out a bottle of whisky with the leaves tangled in her hair. A mark of freedom, but also a strange sight to see Aarika on the ground. He keeps his distance and lingers with arms now folded. “Well, look at the mess of you,” he smirks and a drunken smile spreads across his lips. “Having fun?”

Aarika 's expression was quick to change, she looked like she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Oh." She took a deep breath to try to gain composure which she actually did - though only for seconds. A laugh forced it's way from pursed lips and a snort had had her quickly drawing air back into her lungs, "I'm sorry." She almost sounded as if she was crying, though it wasn't melancholy, "It's been a day." As the blonde elf pushed to her feet she confirmed further that she was having fun, "I am -now-." She was up as quickly as she was back down and the fits of laughter took over again. "Be a dear." She requested a hand up by raising her own skywards. "I am a bloody mess, I was just carried out of the Corpse and put down for nap. Though none of this is really my fault. Somehow I have been caught between some dumb pissing contest...What's one to do really?" Aarika rambled and would continue to do so until she was back on her feet.

The smile remains at her act of composure. He was amused until he heard the tone in her voice change. Tiberius was not really the ‘feelings’ type, so her own were only acknowledged with a look of her up and down. The lycan, although not really deary, grasps her hand anyway and gives her a good yank to her feet and helps to steady her if need be. He would smell of beer, whisky, and soap. “Looks like it,” he was blunt with a flat tone. “Well, for one, you shouldn’t have even gone to the Corpse because that’s a terrible choice in bar.” A grin is offered before he brushes past her and reaches into his pocket for his own flask. “A pissing contest… What? No charmer swoon your heart today? Life is so hard,” there was a bite of sarcasm. He twists the lid off the flask before throwing the liquor back. Did he mention that he was also kind of an a-hole like all the time? He lowers it and clicks his tongue before looking at her again. "I say, you drink with me because after all, didn't you say something about... having each other's backs that day at the Whalers? I think you need a little more fun to forget about the heated lovers quarrel. It's free." He sort of waves the flask in front of her gaze with that lazy, boyish smile.

Aarika could be mistaken for winking at Tiber though truthfully she was trying to gauge if he had a twin with him, "Swept of my feet, well yes, but in a literal sense." The Red Matron offered a salty pout before she continued about the city of vampires, "Ugh, tell me about it, Vailkrin is not my favorite place. My daughter is currently there so I frequent it to keep a eye on her." With a sway the blonde clanked her vessel with Tiber's before tossing back her head, muscle memory taking it's course. Aarika picked up on every little bit of sarcasm and simply smiled, "What's wrong wolfie, throne stuck in yer paw?" Her question was about his demeanor..."But fine, I'll drink with you, if you think you can keep up." Aarika was worse of than she knew but damn was she confident.

Tiber quirks a brow at her. “Daughter? You have a kid?” His tone is indescribable at this point. Children were not Tiber’s favorite. At all. “It makes sense, you act motherly. Well,” he gazes her up and down again. “Well, kind of.” Did moms drink? The unknown questions of someone who was not parent-material. “I think you hope –you- can keep up. I see alcohol has already taken over your judgement,” he says in a snarky tone, but that was a lighter banter. “Wolfie? And thorn stuck in my paw? What are you five?” His nose is crinkled before he moves and sits on a nearby rock. “So, baby daddy, I’m guessing he’s in Vailkrin?”

Aarika held up two fingers as Tiber questioned if she had a kid, "Two, twins. fifteen this month." She groaned. When the Lycan picked at her current state, compliments of alcohol, she returned the favor, "Yeah seems my judgement is cloudy, I've been around all kinds of riff-raff today." She even stuck out her tongue confirming her mentality could actually be that of a five year old. Though as the topic waved towards the baby daddy she nodded, "Yeah I guess you can say that's his stomping ground." Aarika was lucky enough to have a good relationship with Shishi, "But Jesse." She paused, "Have you met Jesse?" She waved off waiting for an answer, "He's bizarre to say the least and seems he's pining after me...which is not happening.. but felt the need to challenge Blue, now there's unnecessary drama." Aarika had considered booting Jesse for his behavior but that would be a later topic between those two.

“Oh gods,” he sounded sort of mortified by the answer of twins. “You’re like legit,” whatever that meant. A legit parent? “Wow, sounds not lovely at all,” he says in monotone. “Jesse? I have no clue who that is.” Though, the more she talks, the more the mirth begins to appear on his face again. “And why isn’t it happening? Don’t want step-daddy problems?” He smirks before standing again. “So Blue… Blue the name of your… I’m guessing ex? The one with the babies?” Tiber was just trying to fit the pieces together. He liked to know information for… not the greatest purposes. It was just always nice to have information. “Let’s… uh, start walking. I’m guessing you’re headed not towards Cenril? I can walk you back towards Xalious,” doubts that they would actually make it. He lifts the flask again before raising it to her to indicate to her it was time for another swig. Drunken Tiber was actually kind of… decent.

Aarika rolled her eyes while she brought her bottle up along with the male, she'd drink before answering. "I have enough on my plate. I'll just say that." As to the direction, she looked from side to side, "You know I hadn't thought this far ahead. My escape was the main focus." Aarika snorted and began to laugh once more, "Where are you going?" Her question came with a sway and another drunk wink/body count. "You seem troubled. Talk to me." She attempted to get the spotlight off her, "Tell me about the life of Tiber." Another clank and another drink happened while she waited for some insight.

Tiber nodded along with Aarika’s comment. Made sense to him. As for her directions that she lacked, he rolled his eyes. “Of course you did,” he slurs. He was a very good drunk. Able to navigate, at least. “Cenril. My apartment’s there.” Her wink throws him off and he sort of cants his head before swaying to one side himself. “Troubled? Do I come off as some sap?” The Catalian sneers in a slur before beginning to walk towards Cenril. The flask is thrown back as he saunters. The world is slow in his vision and he is also seeing double, but he is able to not let it affect him. “Life of Tiber? I walk, I talk, I breathe.” Just like he told Meri earlier in the day. “There’s not much to say. And you’re too broad with your interview, if that’s what you’re trying to do.”

Aarika tripped over her own feet as she followed after Tiber, this would be the second guy taking her back to their place today. That thought made her cringe, "I'm not that kind of woman!" Her innervoice seemed to erupt audibly and she blushed, a palm even slapped against her forehead, "To conduct interviews..." Sure that worked, right? Maybe another shot would help, who was she kidding, "Well say what you want. I'm just along for the ride at this point. AND there's a good chance I'll forget everything in the morning." Teased the blonde elf, "And you don't really come across as anything, asides from troubled. I'd know."

Tiber sort of squints before looking over his shoulder. “What?” She seemed guilty of… what? Interviews. He was too drunk to even notice. And he was… him. Oblivious. All about himself. Always. “Damn, didn’t think calling you an interviewer would make you tick like that.” He gives her an odd look before slowing his pace where she would be able to catch up to him and once she does, he would turn to face her. “Look, I don’t do –this-. Whatever this is. I don’t talk about feelings. This isn’t some slumber party and I’m not your girlfriend who you share secrets and gossip with!” He lashes out before blinking at her realizing that she is just very, very drunk. Innocent. Nosy. And he is just… bitter—like usual. His voice drops down an octave. “I just… can’t, okay? Or..." he was slurring. "There's nothing to talk about," lies. "All I know is I just want to let go… tonight. Tomorrow will be a new day.” Another day to pick up a bottle and “let go” again. He then turns and stumbles a bit before downing the rest of his flask and placing it back in his pocket. He was a tough cookie to crack.

Aarika literally ran into Tiber as he paused for her to catch up, she was closer than he had thought. "Will you keep walking, you big ooof!" She managed against his back only to be faced full on soon enough. "No slumber party?" She faked disappointment before a hand propped on a popped hip, "Oh drats and here I was hoping we could braid each others hair!" Aarika seems to turn a bit bitter herself, complements of Tiber and all the men she had encountered today. "Just let it go then." By now she walked ahead of Tiber and with purpose even though she lacked direction and couldn't keep a straight line even if her life depended on it. "Just another pain in my neck." Another shot seemed to fuel her further, however it wouldn't go down as expected. Without any notice she was doubled over, her bottle cast to the ground, while her hands clutched to her knees. Her stomach turned then evicted it's contents, violently.

Tiber stares at her hard. His expression is tense with a flat line on his face. Though, eyes cannot stay still because the world is turning. The stubborn lycan does not comment on her sarcastic comment, and the bitterness that wafts off of her makes his head engulf in internal flame. Especially when she struts forward. Women, man. “What did you expect? I know the feeling!” She was a pain too. He yells after her again as the angst rises from the heightened emotions. It was a wolf thing. Then… the hurling echoes through the air. “Oh shi—“ he cuts himself off before muttering curses in… Catalian. He blinks as he looks at the bile and closes his eyes to get a grip. “Thought you were a pro.” Instead of being so into himself, his voice takes a softer edge. This was probably not the best time to break things down, but he attempts to rest a hand on her back as she throws up. He attempts to distract her. “She left. My girlfriend left. Like you, she had responsibilities,” he slurs and sways. The world was fading in and out. Tiberius Lowell was about to black out. “Her daughter was ill. Now, I only get letters, if even that. They’re almost impossible to navigate and read. She told me that she loved me… through a letter. She never said it aloud. I never even had a chance to process it. And she left.” The world turns black in his mind, but he still stands and talking in slur. “It’s going to be okay. I’m going to get you home.” Pfft. Doubts he could. He is gone.

Aarika wouldn't stop the aggressive heaves even when Tiber placed a hand on her back. Did it help physically? No. But it was nice to know she wasn't alone, even in misery. Her eyes streamed blurring her vision and the sick kept her from words while her body purged. There would be a few groans and her hand would manage it's way to the lycan's cloths where she gripped tightly to prevent loosing her balance and in the worst way. After a few agonizing minutes Aarika recollected her composure, her free hand wiping roughly against her lips. She didn't have words just yet, though she heard his. Without indication the wolf was offered a tight hug, he seemed like he could use it, "It'll be ok." She finally managed, "I promise you'll get through this." She was sure Tiber would fight the embrace but if he did she'd constrict tighter, jokes on him. "It's ok, you are home." She used his own words against him with her own twist. "We take care of each other." The blonde elf swayed and staggered, even hiccupped before she looked for a place to sit - for the night.

Tiber keeps a firm hand on her back. At times he circles it around for that “comfort” aspect. He never knew how to do this. Her hand grips tightly on his buttoned, tucked in shirt, and he does nothing but sway as she keeps heaving. Once she envelopes around his torso in embrace, he tenses and tries to brush her back, but her smaller arms press tighter into him. Enough where he has to clench his teeth to bite back the actual feeling in his state where… he will not know what happen. ‘It’s okay, you are home’. Home. Home. Home. What was home? What was the feeling? Was this the feeling? A body wrapped around another? He was numb. Very numb as the girl swirled him with the attempt of comfort and embrace. “I know.” He hesitates in his stiff position because he did not know. He was… broken, and disgusted that he even felt this way over… just one girl. One witch. One witch that was once engaged. One witch who he pined for a year and a half before wrapping her around his finger. One that had always been up and gone. His stare is straightforward and looking over Aarika’s head into… nothing. The unknown. Then again, the world would be black in the morning. No recollection. She moves away and somehow he follows the Red Matron. The lycan sways back and forth, himself, before plopping down next to her. The two sitting next to each other in silence for the night. For tomorrow would be a new day.