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[prydeful]

Kitty looks tired when she enters the bar, but, then, she's been up for probably 48 hours now.

So she thinks she's allowed to not look her best. Doesn't really care, either, though, as she gets a bottle of vodka and begins to work through it at a booth.

[ooc: Spoilers for X-Men Unlimited 7 prob. contained within any threads]

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[prydeful]

Coffee good, but...oh, hell, coffee means awake means not sleeping. So she only drinks part of it.

Perhaps she shall, should she find out.

Perhaps she shall just smile and bring him a cup of tea.

If she finds out.

"I can walk," she insists, stubbornly. Because Kitty is very stubborn.

Especially when drunk.

Especially when drunk and wrong.

[iustus_rex]

He lets her try, at least, or at least he starts by letting her try to stand on her own again.

[prydeful]

She manages the standing.

The walking does not go so well.

She feels this is less her fault and more the fault of the bar for suddenly decided to put in a bendy floor.

[iustus_rex]

It's quiet, and nobody else really will be able to hear, not much more than a whisper to her ear.

"Kitty... do you want me to carry you, or do you just want to lean on me?"

[prydeful]

Jaw sets. She does not need help. She does not.

...Except unless Del's around and she doesn't know, she probably does.

Finally, through gritted teeth, "Carry." Because that ways she can stop worrying about the phasing, which is a bit of a problem at the moment.

[iustus_rex]

"All right."

Said not without a slight smile for the teeth-gritting, perhaps, but it's simple enough to pick her up and carry her upstairs.




Exeunt.