Alexia Rottersham: Restless would be a nice word to describe Alexia. A REALLY nice word. If forced to stand still... she just couldn't. She'd shift and twitch, and she constantly roved around the large apartment. Now and then she'd try to sit and write something, but only words, not lyrics spewed onto the page. Dammit. If Sasha could quit, she could cut down. Maybe. Hands scrub over her face as she stalks into the kitchen. Dinner now.

Sasha: She opens the door and heads into the apartment, sighing a little bit, her cell phone in her hand. She's still wearing that Goddess shirt and the jeans...she's refused to change, though she's at least agreed to wash the clothes. She looks...tired, is all. Weary. "Hello?" She looks around, slipping the phone into her pocket. "Lexi?"

Alexia Rottersham: "KITCHEN." Comes the muffled yell, as she's taken to gnawing on a wooden spoon. It stops the jitteriness somewhat. She prowls around the kitchen. Mm. Steak. Stir fry. She can do that. Uh huh. She tosses a pan onto the stove, and hunts for the steak she KNOWS is there. Still gnawing on that spoon.

Sasha: She slips through the main room, into the kitchen, offering the other woman a wan little smile. "Hey. Rough day?"

Alexia Rottersham: "Nah. Not really. Kinda." A pause as she hauls out the steak, finally. The spoon is pulled out of her mouth to talk to Sasha. "Maybe. Ish.You look tired. I'm making stir fry, you want anything else?"

Sasha: "No, that's fine." She leans against the door jamb, watching Lexi with a little concern. "You know, you don't have to cut it down. I've told you that already..."

Alexia Rottersham: "Yeah. Yeah, I know. It's not that. Really." She shoves the spoon back into her mouth, and looks for the stir fry mix, pawing through things before she finds it. "Sure you don't want anything? Drink?" A pause. "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Sasha: "Yeah, I got smokes." She pulls a slightly crumpled back out of her pocket and tosses it on the counter. "S'one thing I got plenty of. And yeah, a drink might be nice, I guess. Whatever you got handy...I ain't picky."

Alexia Rottersham: "Thank you, SO much." It's said almost feverntly as she drops the spoon in the sink, and slides over to the pack, stealing a smoke out. She fishes a lighter out of somwhere and lights it with vague relief. Exhaling smoke through her nose, she gestures to a cabinent that's lovingly marked 'Sanity'. "All the alcohol is there."

Alexia Rottersham: "Choose and I'll make it for ya." She grins a bit, and moves back to the stir fry.

Sasha: "No prob." She moves to the cabinet and opens it up, looking up. After a moment's consideration, she shrugs. "Think I can handle making this one. You get the stir fry, I'll make the drinks. What do you want?"

Alexia Rottersham: "Just a Jack Daniels on the rocks." She seems mildly less twitchy with the cigarette, the stir fry sizzling into the pan on the stove. "Thanks."

Sasha: "Cool." She gets down the Jack, and the Cuervo. A couple glasses come out, ice in one, and she makes Lexi's drink first, then hers, the tequila straight.

Alexia Rottersham: She's careful not to get ash in the food. Ash in the food be bad. A nearby plate is turned into an ash tray, and she sets the cigarette down to take a drink of the Jack Daniels. Her face pulls in that 'yay alcohol hurt so good!' face and then relaxes again. "Thanks." She repeats.

Sasha: She leans her back against the refrigerator, subonsciously hitting that imfamous hooker pose, as she watches Lexi, the tequila in her hand. "You bet." A swallow of Cuervo goes down, and she sighs. "So, if it's not that, what is it?"

Alexia Rottersham: "If what's not what? Huh?" She twists to look back at Sasha, blinking rapidly. She takes another sip of the alcohol, and then picks up the cigarette again.

Sasha: "If it's not the coke, then what's up?" Another drink from the glass.

Alexia Rottersham: "Yanno. Stuff. Business." She nods slightly, and then looks back to the stir fry. Yeah. REAL good Lexi. BEAUTIFUL save there.

Sasha: d10: Per+Subt: 5,3,4,2,7,4,

Sasha: "Hmm." She nods a little bit, watching Lexi. She reaches out and grabs the pack, pulling herself a cigarette. "What kinda business stuff? Anyone ya need me to go beat on?" A little grin.

Alexia Rottersham: "Don't do this Alexia, don't do that Alexia, you were supposed to be here Alexia, why aren't you taking your drugs Alexia." She bounces from one foot to the other, rolling her eyes. "Manager harasssing me allll day."

Sasha: "Asshole." She lights the cigarette, exhaling the first drag in an upward arc into the air. "So why aren't you taking your drugs?" She says it in a way that's mostly joking.

Alexia Rottersham: "Idon'tknow." She mumbles quietly, pushing at the stir fry. Her cigarette gone, she picks up the drink again, and pulls down two plates for the stir fry.

Sasha: "Well, if your manager's worried about volume, I can always make up for your drop-off..." She grins, teasing. The glass gets set down and she opens the silverware drawer, getting out forks.

Alexia Rottersham: "Naw. He just don't want his money maker all fucked up and unable to 'bring in that cash'." She doesn't sound bitter about it, or even resigned. She just says it. That's how it goes. Bouncing from one foot to the next again, she slides the stir fry onto the two plates. "Viola. Food."

Sasha: She nods a little bit. "Again...asshole." She sticks a fork into each heap of stir-fry and takes a plate. "Thanks." Her eyes take Lexi in, frowning a little bit.

Sasha: d10: Per+Med: 8,4,6,8,5,8,

Alexia Rottersham: "Human. Manager. He could be worse." She grins a little to Sasha. She picks up a plate herself, and seems to forcefully still herself, and stop the tremors that shake the plate she's hold. "And you're welcome."

Sasha: She sighs, and sets the plate down. She takes the plate from Lexi and sets it down. "C'mon, Lexi." She takes the woman by the hand and leads her out of the kitchen.

Alexia Rottersham: "... it's not that bad, is it?" She blinks at Sasha, allowing her to pull her out of the kitchen

Sasha: "It's pretty damn noticable to me, girl. But then again, I know the signs." She stops in the living room, looking around with a sigh. "Where is it, babe?"

Alexia Rottersham: "... I meant the stir fry, actually." Comes the muted response, most of the humor gone from her voice. She gives a muted sigh, and disengages from Sasha. "I'll go get it. S'in my room." She pads away from Sasha, disappearing and reappearing with the drugs.

Sasha: She blinks at the woman's response, and sighs. Whoopsie. She just waits for the other to come out. "Sorry, babe. My bad. Still, it is noticable. You look bad. This'll help you feel better, and you know it." She moves to the coffee table, sitting down.

Alexia Rottersham: "Yeah. I know." Comes that dull response again. She stares at the table a bit before she moves to settle next to Sasha. She moves on memory, the gestures and setting up so ingrained by now. "That's what they say."

Sasha: "'They' don't know shit, Lexi." She scowls a little. "'They' don't know what it's like. I do. And I'm...uh..." She clears her throat. "I want you to feel better, babe."

Alexia Rottersham: "They know they liked me better coked up." She murmurs, forming those little white lines. Staring as if transfixed with her own movements. "Mmm, they do. And I know Sasha. I know."

Sasha: Her face flushes a little bit, and she just waits, silently, as Alexia sets the lines up.

Alexia Rottersham: "Not you." She says with a little smile, glancing up at the woman's flushed face, as she finshes up those neat lines. "You're asking so I'm not fucked up. Not so it fucks you over. 'Preciate it." She gestures, to allow Sasha to go first.

Sasha: She looks over at Alexia and smiles a little. "Okay. And you're welcome." She picks up a straw, and leans over, making one of those lines disappear. The straw is dropped and she winces, pinching her nose in the 'good coke' way.

Alexia Rottersham: She rubs her head a bit, and then picks up her own straw, leaning over and snortiing the line. Her face pinches, and she leans over. A short laugh as the blood stars to slip out of her nose. She staggers up,catching the blood in one hand, and grasping for a towel. "Fuuuuck me.

Sasha: She opens her eyes and looks up to Lexi, blinking with concern despite the little grin that appears on her face, unbidden. "Y'okay, Lexi? Just a nose bleed, or worse?" She grabs the towel and presses it into Lexi's hand.

Alexia Rottersham: She waves a hand, laughing despite the blood. She swipes the towel to press to her face, shoulders still shaking in laughter. "Thanks, and s'cool, s'cool..."

Sasha: She giggles a little as the concern passes, leaning back against the couch. "Awright." She takes a deep breath, and sighs, thinking a moment. "Y'know what? Fuck men. Who the fuck needs 'em? Your manager, Micah...all of 'em."

Alexia Rottersham: She collapses back on the couch, wiping at the blood, giggling as she listens to Sasha. "Amen sister!"

Sasha: ((Hits the pause button on the RP remote))

Sasha: She grins widely, and goes for a high-five. It's clumsy, off-balance from the laugh that's shaking her body.

Alexia: She laughs more at poor Sasha's off balance-ness, and tries to meet the hand with her own, but fails miserably. Probably lucky for Sasha, since that was the bloody hand.

Sasha: "Awww..." She giggles a little as she steadies herself, leaning back against the couch cushions. Her eyes close a moment, to shut out the vertigo. "Yer good people, Lexi. Y'know that, right? Very good people."

Alexia: The towel is finally pulled away from her nose, though the red is faintly smeared under said nose. She slumps back, her head lolling backwards so she's staring at the ceiling. There's silence before she seems to even register Sasha spoke to her. "... naaaah."

Sasha: "Yeah...y'are." Ready, set...crack eyes open. The room's mostly stopped spinning, and she dares to open them further. "Y'didn't hafta help me out. But y'did."

Alexia: "Maaaaaybe.... s'cause m'just keerraaaazy." She makes a funny giggle that dies back into silence. Still staring at the ceiling.

Sasha: "Coooould be..." She grins a little, fumbling weakly for her cigarettes. "Wouldn't be th'first nutjob t'take me in. Would at least 'splain it."

Alexia: She allows her head to loll slightly, resting halfway on Sasha's shoulder. She sniffs idly as blood starts to slowly drip out of her nose again- though, she doesn't notice it. "... I like.... you heeere."

Sasha: She looks over at the head on her shoulder, blinking a bit. "How come?"

Alexia: She wipes absently at the blood on her nose, her eyes closing. Stupid room, it wasn't supposed to spin like that. "Iunno. 'Cause."

Sasha: She grunts at that, and then shrugs a bit. "Y'should watch out. M'not a good person. Might fuck y'over at some point."

Alexia: Ew. Her rest moved. She manages to sit up again, staring a little blearily around the room. "That's how it goes, don't it? Always get fucked over." A pause, and a giggle.

Sasha: "Yup." She nods, the other woman's giggle bringing a grin back to her face. "Way o' the world, n'my 'sperience."

Alexia: "It isssss." She looks to Sasha wide eyed as she agrees. "You do good... and then... BAM." She claps her hands together. "Fucked over. Maaaaan."

Sasha: "Noooo shit." She leans against Lexi a little, sighing. "S'okay. Don' need the world. Fuck th'world."

Alexia: She idly pats Sasha's head when she's leaned against. "Jess...cling to what... we got."

Sasha: "Yeeep..." She nods a little, submitting to the patting. "Grab on tight...'fore it all just poof! Vanishes without a traa-a-aa-a-aace..."

Alexia: "If you got... anything... t'begin with." She pats Sasha a few more times, before her hand drops.

Sasha: "I did, Lexi." She sighs a little, forlornly. "Just...d'no...where he went."

Alexia: "E'll be back." She says, patting her again. "Find him. And tie him up inna boy. An' give 'im too ya. Yeup. Promise."

Sasha: She nods ever so slightly, staring at the table surface. "I gotta finda job, or some shit. Start makin' money."

Alexia: She seems to ponder this dilemna. "... I'll getcha job."

Sasha: "Doin' what?" She looks over at Alexia, blinking her unfocused eyes in surprise.

Alexia: She stares blankly at Sasha for a moment. She KNEW she could get Sasha one, just. "... ask meee... when I'm all... there and things. "

Sasha: "Ummm...kay." She nods a little bit. "Be shure t'do that." A brief pause, her eyes looking Alexia's face over, before she looks down at her legs and nods. "Thanks."

Alexia: She gives a goofy sort of smile and nods to the other, though eyes squint. "Yeh, yeh... thank you too."

Sasha: "Why, what'd I do tha's so cool?"

Alexia: She blinks at Sasha. The reason was there, on her tongue, and she had to focus to say it. Chances are, she'd never remember saying it. "Fer... bein' a friend."

Sasha: "Oh." She shrugs, non-commitally. "Y'helped me out alot, Lexi. I like ya."

Alexia: "Like ya too Sasha." She nods slightly, and slumps a little. "Tired."

Sasha: She looks over at Lexi before a little giggle escapes. "C'mon...le's getcha t'bed. No sense sleepin on th'floor." She struggles to get to her feet, slipping once or twice as she uses the coffee table for support.

Alexia: "Hee..." She giggles. She tries to clean up a bit, but decides that's useless, and staggers up with Sasha, swaying.

Sasha: She manages, with much effort, to get herself and Alexia both standing. Slowly, with cautious steps, she leads the other woman along, toward the bedroom.

Alexia: She keeps one hand pressed against a wall, the other holding onto Sasha as she walks. Her eyes close tightly now and then to stop the spinning as they move. Sasha was right. She did feel better.

Sasha: She provides the support for the other woman, off into the bedroom. She stumbles a couple of times, but makes it without falling completely. Once inside the bedroom, she helps Lexi sit down on the bed.

Alexia: She flops onto the bed bonelessly, staring up at Sasha blearily. "... gonna stay? Cause... couch sucks. I know."

Sasha: She looks at the woman blankly for a moment. "Ummm..." She looks back to the door, and then shrugs, looking back. "Sure. If y'want."

Alexia: "S'cool." She smiles, and flops back.

Sasha: "Awright." She sits down on the bed and kicks her shoes off, then drops back onto the bed herself.

Alexia: She doesn't even bother with that. She wiggles faintly to get comfortable, staring up at the ciling. "... thanks Sasha. G'night."

Sasha: She scoots herself up to the pillows and gets comfortable herself. "G'night, Lexi. Thanks you too."

Alexia: She smiles slightly, and then closes her eyes, passing out.

Sasha: She stays there awake for a while herself, watching Alexia. After a few minutes, she pulls her phone out, checking messages one more time in Luddington...a sigh. He didn't call. She tosses the phone away and settles in to go to sleep.