drunk advice > sober advice {jemma}

[CLEO EVERETT]

If anything called for a night out drinking, it was this. Joey Rooks was back in New York City, back with a baby named Ariel, whose father happened to be Jamie Shoemaker, who was the reason this whole awkward thing was happening in the first place. It wasn’t like it was a bad thing, it was just a really tense thing that made things pretty uncomfortable. Cleo wasn’t even a part of it and she was feeling uncomfortable for all parties involved. The last time she’d been part of a love triangle had been a very long time ago (thank God), and she didn’t intend to ever let that happen again. Once Cleo had been certain that Jemmisa knew what was going on, she’d invited her out for drinks. “On me,

” she’d promised.

And here they were at some hole in the wall bar, having drinks. Cleo had already had two of her fruity appletinis, which she’d had to double check to make sure were allowed since she was still on the ‘no sweets dare.’ They’d only allowed it because of the alcohol. It was something she severely needed seeing as her lack of pastries and candy was pushing her over the edge. Just a couple of more days… she could do it. “Alright, Jemma.[/color]” Cleo started, downing a shot before swiveling to full on face her friend. “In three words, describe how you feel about this whole thing.[/color]” Somewhere in the back of her mind, Cleo realized that her fish counterpart was annoyed, but she did a very good job of ignoring her.

In fact, she’d been doing a good job in general of ignoring all things having to do with reincarnations and storybook characters. It was like second nature to her now, and she just really didn’t give a damn. Sometimes she completely forgot that all her closest friends with Pinocchio characters, because who cared, really? What did that have to do with their lives? Yeah, so a fish had decided she’d make a good host. So what? It wasn’t like it affected her in anyway, except that she could breathe underwater. Okay… yeah, it affected her. But in a good way. And wasn’t that all that really mattered? Of course, the goldfish could hear all of her thoughts, and at this, she was very angry. But all Cleo had to do was focus on shutting her out, and that was that. Back off, fishy, Cleo Everett was getting drunk tonight, and she didn’t have a care in the world.

Cleo took a moment to look out across the bar at all the other idiots who had nothing better to do tonight than play pool and sing karaoke. She at least wished they’d sing on key. Cleo almost wanted to take a handful of peanuts and chuck them at the guy up there, who was currently butchering ‘Don’t Stop Believing,’ which had already been sung three times. “I need more alcohol in my system to put up with this.[/color]” She muttered, waving down the bartender and ordering this time the drink that Jared had set on fire in front of her at his strip club so many months ago. When it arrived, she took a second to wish that all her friends were still together and well and alive, and then she blew out the flames. “To…[/color]” Cleo held her glass up to clink against Jemissa’s, “to not putting up with stupid boys.[/color]”

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[JEMISSA CROCKET]

Jemissa didn't know where to begin. Her mind and emotions had been constantly racing and changing since Joey Rooks had come back with the news. First it was the news of her coming back with her baby, which she could deal with. She liked Joey even if Jamie also really really liked Joey and she could hold the jealousy down. At least, she could let it out in sad smiles and drown the rest in glass bottles. But it was the day before when Joey told her. She knew it, somewhere, but had refused to believe it.

And she hadn't gone to talk to Jamie about it. No, she needed to calm down first. It was strange because she normally didn't go more than twenty-four minutes without seeing him or at least talking to him, and it had already been over twenty-four hours. That was how long it was taking for her to calm down. Jemissa wasn't mad that it was happened - she was mostly mad that Jamie hadn't told her before. Actually, he didn't tell her at all, so.

No, she needed to not think about it, that was all. Cleo had invited her to drinks and she would talk about it there, but she wouldn't think about it on her own.

Honestly, Jemissa felt a little guilty for choosing to go out and drink with a friend. She hadn't done that in quite some time, and she had promised herself she would never get like how she had been back then again. But it's not like she had remained sober all that time. She had started drinking while Jamie was in the hospital, and when Joey had left and Jamie was sad for a long while, and even when Joey came back. But that wasn't social drinking - it was self-medicating, and there was a difference. She didn't hurt anyone else when she did that, only herself, and that didn't really matter all that much.

Jemissa had thrown on something that she tried to make look cute but in all reality it was the first things she pulled out of her closet. Some stupid lacy green tank top thing that turned out to be kind of itchy, a black cardigan that she kept adjusting, and red skinny jeans that almost felt too tight. She chose her brown boots to try and make it look cute but she was probably failing. Because she didn't care at all at this point.

This was her breaking point, but she could hold the flood in for now.

So there they were, in a bar, ordering drinks and listening to bad karaoke. It was different than what she was used to seeing and she was almost 99% positive that was a good thing. In contrast to Cleo's fruity appletinis, Jemissa was downing shots of whiskey like they were water. She was trying go slow so she would still have the ability to form sentences after the first hour, but it was difficult. Within a short amount of time, she already had five lipstick-stained shot glasses in front of her, though she didn't know why the bartender didn't just reuse the first one.

Three. Words. Wow, that was... exceedingly difficult. "I don't know," she said. Three words that described how she was feeling, check. "I mean - that's not a cop out. I seriously don't know how to feel about this whole thing. At one point I'll be so angry, and the next I won't care a bit. I want it to have never happened but I also want..." she trailed off, not wanting to speak of that. "I've been strapped into this stupid roller coaster and it's not stopping until my body disintegrates." She downed another shot and slammed the glass on the table with more force than she meant to.

The well-dressed cricket that sat on the bar in front of her jumped back and crossed his arms. "You need to stop. You're going to pass out,"

[/color] he said, which he had been saying since her first shot. Jemissa swatted him away as if he were a fly and he dissipated like the ghost he was. She wished she could get away from it like Cleo did. Cleo didn't even talk about it.

She cringed as the guy tried to sing the 'peoPlllLLLLLLEEEE' part of "Don't Stop Believing" and smiled a little. "Ditto." As if she hadn't had enough already. To the bartender, she held up her hand and said, "Quit wasting your shot glasses and just get me a beer," after Cleo ordered a drink she didn't recognize. When it came, Jemissa was wowed by the fire. That was pretty impressive.

And Cleo proposed a toast and Jemissa clinked her bottle against Cleo's glass carefully and laughed a little. But then she frowned again and realized that it was her problem, putting up with stupid boys, and she couldn't get away from it. Jiminy wouldn't allow her to leave Jamie for too long - in fact, he was already getting restless. The only way Jemissa would ever be able to leave Jamie permanently is if she jumped off a building, which wasn't an option. She honestly didn't know what she was going to do. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[CLEO EVERETT]

Cleo had a tendency to be really insensitive sometimes. She liked to pride herself on being a good listener and advice giver, but she wasn’t really. Her way of dealing with problems was either by running away from them or ignoring them until they simply stopped being a problem. The latter only ever worked if the person she was dealing with wasn’t a persistent one. Damn the persistent ones, honestly. When she’d gotten into the biggest fight she’d ever had with her best friend, she’d decided to leave. To just pack her bags and fly back home. And here she was at this bar with Jemissa, as if they could just drink the problems away. They probably could. But somewhere in the back of her mind (where a certain goldfish currently also resided), she realized that a good friend would’ve suggested something less poisonous.

She counted the shot glasses in front of Jemissa and thought maybe six was enough. … Wait, no she only had five. Oops. Maybe she’d had enough to. She’d always sort of been a lightweight, anyway. Asking this time for water, she watched her friend carefully as she responded. Cleo had sort of expected ‘I don’t know.’ It’s what she would’ve said. She nodded slowly, not wanting the room to start spinning just yet, and sighed. “I know exactly—

” Conflicted. That’s what Jemissa seemed to be, and it really upset Cleo. As if Jemissa hadn’t already been one of her closest friends the last year, she’d also been her ‘darling wittle freshman’ and one of the few she could go to with her problems (which was probably because she gave the best advice).

Now she was also host to Jiminy Cricket and it felt like there was a stronger bond there than ever before. Something about feeling connected because of their story. Whatever, she was still trying to ignore it. It felt right spending time with Jemissa and Cleo would rather have that time spent being cheerful and silly instead of confused and drunk. “I’m going to get you off of it,[/color]” she finally said, determined. She downed half her glass of water before she again turned to fully face her friend. “I’m here for you, alright? Every drop and loop and corkscrew.[/color]” Cleo wasn’t one for roller coasters, but you hear things from thrill-seeking friends. Perhaps the worst part was that Jemissa had used ‘strapped in’ which basically meant ‘trapped’ and if there was one thing Cleo loathed with all her soul, it was feeling trapped.

“And if you need me there with you when you talk to whoever you end up talking to,[/color]” whether it be Jamie or Joey or both of them at the same time, “I’ll be there. Even if I’m just lurking around the corner.[/color]” She hadn’t actually talked to Jamie yet, but she had run into Joey at the park. It’d been pretty awkward at first, but Cleo was pretty good at avoiding serious conversations. And besides, there’d been an adorable baby there for her to coo over. How could anybody expect her to take something seriously in that sort of situation? She finished her water and asked for two more, setting one in front of Jemissa when it arrived. As long as she had some water between, Cleo would let her drink to her heart’s content. … Well, she’d step in if it started to get really bad.

The sound of the glass clinking made her feeling surprisingly motivated. If there was one way to forget about stupid boys, it… there were lots of ways. Ice cream and chocolate and crying and horrible sitcoms, and eventually working out and shopping and manicures. Right now, though, it was karaoke. Whatever got their minds off of troubling things, and that was by reading song lyrics off a tiny little screen and trying to sound on key. “Wanna go show everybody how it’s done?[/color]” She asked, gesturing to the stage.
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