Elizabeth (
tearmeanewone) wrote2013-10-15 08:11 pm
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Entry tags:
cinq + voice/action
[Voice]
Good morning, Luceti! I'm twenty-one today!
[And clearly, she's just a little font of joy because of it.]
This is the first birthday I've had outside of my tower at home. I know Eugene had a rave, but what has everyone else done for their birthdays while they've been here? Or, I suppose if you haven't had a birthday here, what did you typically do?
[Action]
[Elizabeth doesn't take the day off, even though it's her birthday. She's happy being out and about, enjoying the day and being in the village. She goes to the grocery store, pokes around the item shop and clothing shop a little, picks up some of Booker's preferred whiskey at Good Spirits... she's even running errands she really doesn't have to run. And while she loves the library, today she chooses to read for a bit outdoors--because otherwise she'd spend all day inside. It's a good day to be alive, and that's how Elizabeth is viewing it, and she's going to spend it out in the world. For the first time.]
Good morning, Luceti! I'm twenty-one today!
[And clearly, she's just a little font of joy because of it.]
This is the first birthday I've had outside of my tower at home. I know Eugene had a rave, but what has everyone else done for their birthdays while they've been here? Or, I suppose if you haven't had a birthday here, what did you typically do?
[Action]
[Elizabeth doesn't take the day off, even though it's her birthday. She's happy being out and about, enjoying the day and being in the village. She goes to the grocery store, pokes around the item shop and clothing shop a little, picks up some of Booker's preferred whiskey at Good Spirits... she's even running errands she really doesn't have to run. And while she loves the library, today she chooses to read for a bit outdoors--because otherwise she'd spend all day inside. It's a good day to be alive, and that's how Elizabeth is viewing it, and she's going to spend it out in the world. For the first time.]
can't stop won't stop
That's a good look on you.
[Making the joke feels like pulling teeth but he thinks it'll make Elizabeth happy to hear it. Their conversations always ranged between sarcasm and things that tore their insides up; he wanted to keep it lighter.
Pouring himself another glass probably wasn't the smartest thing to do though.]
no subject
[Elizabeth watches Booker pour another glass uneasily, and she folds her arms and leans them on the table. She doesn't want to start a fight with Booker, but she's starting to worry. It feels like he's making jokes to distract her.]
You could always come home and have a drink there. [She looks guiltily at the bottle and fidgets with her hands even though her arms are crossed.] I know we haven't been talking much since after that experiment, and I feel like I'm missing something I should be picking up right now. But whatever's going on, I'd rather spend my birthday with you, no matter what your mood is.
I'm not saying I want you to cheer up, though! [She's very quick to reassure Booker of that--because even if he hadn't told Elizabeth everything, she could see the wear on his face sometimes. Things that couldn't be assuaged by a simple 'cheer up'. Elizabeth knew, first hand.]
I don't want a big party, or a lot of gifts, or any of the things most people associate with birthdays. This is the first one I've spent around people, out of Columbia. [Nervously, she pulls on the end of one of the ribbons and looks very intensely at the glass.] I thought it'd be nice to spend some of it with you. If you had the time.
shot through the heart and you're too laaate
But when she tells him - reminds him - that this is the first time she's ever spent a birthday outside without nothing but Songbird for company...the guilt is more productive than he ever thought it could be. It at least makes him forget about himself and focus on her. Which is all he's ever happy doing. Really, it's a bit shameful that it takes her asking very timidly to spend time with him that makes him want to stop drinking. The glass rests full.]
Really? [It sounds too hopeful and he backpedals quickly.]
I ain't much fun you know.
[He's pretty sure she knows. But he just wants to remind her. Just in case.]
Well you give love a bad name. (nottalking)
[She doesn't want to judge what Booker was doing at the bar, but she's vaguely glad he's turned his attention away from the glass. Not that Booker couldn't hold his liquor, but Elizabeth never felt more helpless, and strangely more responsible, when she saw Booker brooding at the bottom of a glass.]
Alright-- [Elizabeth climbs up into the stool next to him.] I'm twenty-one today, I think that's plenty old enough to have a glass of wine with my oldest friend. [She smiles at him again once she's settled.] What do you say?