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Post by Zippy on Nov 29, 2011 14:55:17 GMT -5
It had been three days since she heard from David- he must have gone back to school, or had been avoiding the distribution center. Either way, he hadn't sought Zippy out, which saddened Zippy way more than she had expected. After all, he knew where to find her, but she had no idea where to find him.
After her run in with Tristan, Zippy couldn't feel worse. Now she really had nothing to lose. No more Tristan, no more job, no family, and no more David. Nothing. She stumbled out of the bar, feeling lightheaded and unreasonable. The sun had just begun to set and she wanted out of Brooklyn. On her way back to Manhattan, she ran into Jack, whom, was not only surprised to see Zippy intoxicated, but also rather surprised that she demanded to know where David Jacobs lived. Amused, he gave her directions, and Zippy managed to make her way to their apartment, her anger growing.
How could he do this to her?! Even after she gave him a chance, which frankly, she did not even want to!
Standing outside the building (or which she hoped was his building), Zippy looked around, trying to find the door inside. It was dark out now, and her alcohol intake was really affecting her judgement. Should she walk inside, climb up the fire escape, or just start screaming for David right there on the street? It was JUST like him to live in such complicated quarters!!
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Post by David on Nov 29, 2011 15:00:26 GMT -5
David, for his part, had been miserable the last three days. He couldn't concentrate because his mind was always on Zippy, and he'd had more erotic dreams in three days than he had in his whole life -- all about her. She'd hurt his feelings and made him feel dumb. He should be madder, but then he'd think about the way her eyes lit up when she got excited, or the way her hair fell over her shoulders, or how she'd felt when she was naked next to him, or the way she sounded when he was touching her or-- Jesus, he needed to get some air.
He quietly crawled out of the window from the bedroom he shared with Les, moving to sit on the fire escape, sighing perhaps a little melodramatically.
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Post by Zippy on Nov 29, 2011 15:09:50 GMT -5
Door, fire-escape, or scream? All seemed like completely valid and equal options to Zippy at the moment, who was really just walking around in circles while trying to problem solve. Stumbling along, she finally decided that since she had no idea what the apartment number was, that the fire-escape was the smartest option. After all, she could just look into the windows and see David.
Perfect!
Proud of herself for coming with SUCH a completely brilliant plan, Zippy managed her way to the opposite building's fire-escape, reached for the ladder, but instead banged her head against it, falling over.
"Owwwwwww." She was on the ground, rubbing her head. She wondered if that should have hurt more. She checked her hand, seeing blood. "Oh snap." She said outloud, chuckling a little.
((Last summer I fell off a balcony when I was drunk and didn't feel a thing until the next morning when I was hungover.. It was a mess because eveyrone was extremely worried about me but I was like lets keep drinking whoooo! Alcohol. Sigh.))
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Post by David on Nov 29, 2011 15:14:56 GMT -5
((Haha, oh man, Drunk Strength is deceiving  )) David looked up from his spot of the escape when he heard someone laughing. "What the--?" He stood up, peering down below, then almost fell over when he realized who he saw. "Zippy?!" He made his way down to her. "Zip, what the hell are you doing here? Ah, geez, you're hurt. Come on." He gathered her up, moving her to sit on the stairs. |
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Post by Zippy on Nov 29, 2011 15:18:37 GMT -5
"DAVID!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck and laughing. She kissed him sloppily on his face. "I found you! I'm good!" She complimented herself, climbing into his lap. Blood began to trickle down her cheek.
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Post by David on Nov 29, 2011 15:20:04 GMT -5
He blinked at her, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe away the blood, pressing it against her cut. "You're drunk? And you're here? Zip...what the hell?"
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Post by Zippy on Nov 29, 2011 15:27:35 GMT -5
"How could you, David!" She demanded, suddenly. "You are supposed to be the mature one!" She suddenly remembered how angry she was at him, and immediately detached herself, backing away from him.
"You're just like everyone else! Throwing me away! I told you I was just one of those blue flowers!" She was crying now, sobbing uncontrollably, losing control. She continued to back away from him.
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Post by David on Nov 29, 2011 15:30:43 GMT -5
David was totally caught off guard, and stared at her, wide-eyed. "I--Zip, I didn't throw you away!" He got up, taking hold of her arms. "Come on, Zip, just sit down. You're drunk and you're hurt. Please." He led her back to the steps.
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Post by Zippy on Nov 29, 2011 15:35:25 GMT -5
Zippy obliged, although she didn't know why. She took a seat on the steps, still crying softly. Was this her rock bottom?
Well, it wasn't her first. Nor was it going to be her last.
She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Her head started hurting.
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Post by David on Nov 29, 2011 15:37:17 GMT -5
He sighed, then bent down to kiss her hair. "Here. Hold this to your forehead." He put her hand over the handkerchief. "I'm gonna go get a band aid, okay? I'll be right back." He hurried back of the fire escape, sneaking into the window.
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Post by Zippy on Nov 29, 2011 15:40:42 GMT -5
Zippy leaned her head against the banister, closing her eyes. Just for a moment.
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Post by David on Nov 29, 2011 15:41:59 GMT -5
He came back quick as he could, so as not to spill the class of water he brought with him. "Here, Zippy, drink this. You need it." He frowned a little as he worked on putting a bandage on her forehead. What the hell was she thinking, showing up here this drunk in the middle of the night?!
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Post by Zippy on Nov 29, 2011 15:47:41 GMT -5
Zippy shook her head, eyes still closed. "No more drinking, I should sober up." She took a deep breath and finally looked at him.
"Well. I said all that I wanted to say." She patted him on his shoulder. "Have a nice life." She moved to stand up, realizing she had to get back before curfew.
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Post by David on Nov 29, 2011 15:50:37 GMT -5
He sighed. "It's water, Zippy, drink it. Please." He picked up her hand, forcing her to take the glass from him, then frowned. "Now sit back down. You're not leaving until I feel like you're okay."
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Post by Zippy on Nov 29, 2011 15:54:18 GMT -5
Zippy sighed and gulped down the rest of the water. "There. Happy?" She handed him the empty glass.
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