No One Can Hurt You Now (open!)

[Birdie]

Birdie gave another giggle, then picked up her glass at last and swallowed the dollop of whiskey inside. As soon as she swallowed it, she exploded into coughing, screwing her face up in a grimace and covering her mouth with both hands.

[Rose]

Rose's eyes widened. Now she knew what Tyler had meant when he said she could handle her spirits well. "Sorry, guess I should've started you off on something a bit more...not whiskey." She got out another glass filled it with a bit of gin and lot of club soda. "There ya go, Violin."

[Birdie]

With an embarrassed look, Birdie wiped the tears under her eyes and picked up the next glass. "Sorry, I don't usually drink," she said in a voice still hoarse from the whiskey. "The most I usually ever got was a little bit of wine on special occasions."

[Rose]

"Well, it's probably a good thing you're not used to drinking the heavy stuff," Rose pointed out, wiping the counter clean and taking away Violin's glass of whiskey. "Tiny thing like you wouldn't last long, anyways."

[Birdie]

"I wouldn't have to buy very much, either, to get the same effect," Birdie added, this time taking a very delicate sip from her cup. The taste still made her twist her face up, but at least she didn't have to gasp for air afterwards. "Are you seeing your boyfriend tonight?" she asked.

[Rose]

She nodded, pouring herself a bit more whiskey. "He always comes to pick me up after my shifts here. Hence the 'protective' bit in my description of him," Rose informed her.

[Birdie]

"That's so sweet," Birdie sighed happily, sipping her drink. "Though you don't seem like you'd need protecting from anybody."

[Rose]

Rose looked over at her, brows raised. "Would you mind telling him that? Because when I do, it's like I'm speaking in Latin or something."

((I'm gonna head off to bed! Good night! Also I may or may not reply to the open Pie Eater thread tomorrow........))

[Birdie]

"I think you should just humor him, if it makes him feel better," Birdie said with another drink. She folded her arms on the bar and rested her chin on her hands. "One day you may need protecting, after all, and it'll be nice to have someone there to help you."

((night! and sweeet, pie needs some love. ))

[Rose]

Rose let out a sigh; that day had come a few weeks ago, and it definitely had been nice. "It's like he doesn't trust me to take care of myself, though..." she mumbled, not quite meeting the girl's eyes.

[Birdie]

Birdie looked up at Rose, starting to feel the warmth from the alcohol creeping through her. "Maybe it isn't that he doesn't trust you, but that he wants to take care of you himself." She settled her chin back down on her hands. "You don't ever worry about him, even though you know he can take care of himself?"

[Rose]

"Well, yeah...But one day I come from work, okay? And he's in the infirmary with all these cuts and bruises and a dislocated shoulder!" Rose cried, raising her voice louder than intended. "He'd been in some fight to help this guy out, and he hadn't even told me."

[Birdie]

Birdie giggled quietly. "See?" She took another sip from her glass. "He obviously took care of it himself, but you were worried anyway. It's not that you thought he couldn't do it, but that you were worried he'd get hurt."

[Rose]

"He did get hurt," she pointed out, pouring just a tiny bit more whiskey for herself.

[Birdie]

Birdie considered this as she swirled the liquid around the bottom of her glass. "Maybe you both just need to get used to being worried about."