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Aug. 1st, 2010 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phasing_catCharacters: Kitty Pryde (X-Men) & Alex Krycek (X-Files)
Rating: PG (underage drinking?)
Setting: Shades of Gray!Verse
Prompt: #227 Vodka - Drabble Table
Word Count: 387
She’d promised herself she’d never come back to this place – yet there she was. Every trace of Jeremy was gone. The drawers were empty, the bed had been stripped – but she still felt in him every corner.
She collapsed on the couch, the half-empty bottle of vodka in her hand clattering onto the table, then falling off. She’d felt bad stealing it, but she was desperate for something, anything to dull her pain.
The room spun around her and she groaned, her stomach lurching. She retrieved the bottle from the floor and took another long drink from the bottle before laying down on the couch, the bottle slipping from her fingers back onto the rug. It fell on its side and slowly dribbled vodka onto the expensive oriental, but she was oblivious, her eyes closing.
She didn’t hear the front door open or the footsteps approach the couch. Alex looked down at the girl with a combination of annoyance and concern. He knelt down next to her and touched her flushed cheek with his real hand.
“Katherine? You can’t keep doing this. Come on, wake up.” She shook her head in response, her eyes remaining closed. Her brow furrowed, and though whispered softly, he recognized the name she uttered.
“He’s gone, you know that. This is no longer his apartment. You don’t belong here. Tomorrow this will be someone else’s home.” His knee nudged the overturned bottle, and understand dawned in his eyes.
With a sigh he left her on the couch, standing slowly and moving into the bedroom. He pulled his phone from his pocket and called for assistance, knowing it would be difficult to carry her with only one arm. He didn’t want to try to explain to anyone who happened to see why he was placing an unconscious teenage girl into his car.
Call completed, he slid the phone back into this pocket and returned to the living room. He picked up the bottle and, seeing how empty it was, checked Kitty’s pulse. Reassured that she hadn’t done any real damage to herself, he carried the bottle into the kitchen and poured the remainder down the drain. The smell of the cheap vodka made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. The girl had a lot to learn if she thought this was acceptable alcohol.
Rating: PG (underage drinking?)
Setting: Shades of Gray!Verse
Prompt: #227 Vodka - Drabble Table
Word Count: 387
She’d promised herself she’d never come back to this place – yet there she was. Every trace of Jeremy was gone. The drawers were empty, the bed had been stripped – but she still felt in him every corner.
She collapsed on the couch, the half-empty bottle of vodka in her hand clattering onto the table, then falling off. She’d felt bad stealing it, but she was desperate for something, anything to dull her pain.
The room spun around her and she groaned, her stomach lurching. She retrieved the bottle from the floor and took another long drink from the bottle before laying down on the couch, the bottle slipping from her fingers back onto the rug. It fell on its side and slowly dribbled vodka onto the expensive oriental, but she was oblivious, her eyes closing.
She didn’t hear the front door open or the footsteps approach the couch. Alex looked down at the girl with a combination of annoyance and concern. He knelt down next to her and touched her flushed cheek with his real hand.
“Katherine? You can’t keep doing this. Come on, wake up.” She shook her head in response, her eyes remaining closed. Her brow furrowed, and though whispered softly, he recognized the name she uttered.
“He’s gone, you know that. This is no longer his apartment. You don’t belong here. Tomorrow this will be someone else’s home.” His knee nudged the overturned bottle, and understand dawned in his eyes.
With a sigh he left her on the couch, standing slowly and moving into the bedroom. He pulled his phone from his pocket and called for assistance, knowing it would be difficult to carry her with only one arm. He didn’t want to try to explain to anyone who happened to see why he was placing an unconscious teenage girl into his car.
Call completed, he slid the phone back into this pocket and returned to the living room. He picked up the bottle and, seeing how empty it was, checked Kitty’s pulse. Reassured that she hadn’t done any real damage to herself, he carried the bottle into the kitchen and poured the remainder down the drain. The smell of the cheap vodka made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. The girl had a lot to learn if she thought this was acceptable alcohol.
