彡 001 [day 475] text/action } { patience is a virtue, until it's silence burns you

[impetere]

[text - locked to anyone from beacon hills]

[She would have just locked it to the pack, but she knows that Lydia and Allison are there too, somewhere, and while she doesn't know how much contact Derek had with them, if it was a lot they should know too.

So.

She also doesn't know of Derek had any friends outside the pack but it was Derek so she doesn't think the odds are high.]

Derek's gone. I'm taking the dog.

[In case any of you were wondering about the fate of Derek's wolf cub that is being renamed. SHE IS NOT OWNING A PET NAMED AFTER HERSELF.]

[text - locked to scott mccall]

Peter's gone too. Thought you should know.

[Scott's the only one who gets this because she doubts that anyone else would care. Not that Scott particularly cares for the right reasons at least his response probably won't be something along the lines of "good riddance."]

[action - open - the general vicinity of sigyn]

[After that bit of business is done and she finishes staring at the frost all over everything, she bundles up a little (she doesn't exactly have a coat, but she does manage a sweatshirt) and takes the cub formerly known as Cora for a walk. The cool air feels good, and while the frost all over everything is a little worrisome, she's not exactly planning on wandering far from Sigyn.

The cub sniffs her way through the streets, not straying far from her side, but not exactly keeping too close either. Eventually she'll find a bench to sit on for a bit, just getting some air and letting the cold clear her head a bit. Then when she's too cold to deal with it anymore, she scoops up her dog, cuddling her to her chest for warmth as she makes her way back, just before it starts to snow.

Maybe, when the weather is less crappy, they'll actually have the time to go to the park.]

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[impetere]

[She nods a bit in agreement.]

I'm not really sure what's around to begin with. I've never really looked.

[She still hasn't shaken the fact that she can actually get drunk here.]

[better]

[Erica nods and starts to head outside, moving to make sure the dog doesn't rush outside.]

Well, I know there are a few places. I'm sure we'll find something.

[impetere]

Sounds good.

[She slides her hands in her pockets as they walk out, making a bit of a face.]

Have you been drinking before?

[It's not an odd question, considering what they're going to be doing, but Cora ... hasn't. There's no point really, and she hasn't exactly had the normal teenager experience.]

[better]

Not really?

[She shrugs.]

I had been on medication before so it didn't really mix with alcohol. I did get high from medical marijuana... so that was interesting.

[impetere]

[She points to her at the end of that.]

Getting stoned we can do. When you inhale it, it gets into your bloodstream quicker so it lasts longer. But with alcohol it has to get processed through too much to really be effective.

[better]

Well, we can definitely get drunk now. I'm ready for it.

[impetere]

[She nods in agreement, even if there's a part of her that's a little nervous for it.]

Let's do it.

[better]

[Off they go to find a bar.

Then... they find a bar!]

Look, this one seems still running.

[impetere]

Looks good to me.

[She doesn't really have a standard for bars, exactly. She makes her way to the door and pulls it open before peering inside.]

[better]

[It's small, but a bit crowded. Apparently, when there isn't much to choose from, everyone floods to whatever is available. Erica enters, waiting for Cora before pressing toward a booth that just emptied out.]

I can head up to the bar and order us something - what do you want to try?

[impetere]

[She pauses for a moment, before giving a bit of a shrug. She's never really given it much thought.]

People usually start with beer, right?

[better]

[Erica shrugs. She's never liked the taste of beer, but she knows that is generally the basic option.]

I'll go up and see what they have. I'll be right back.

[and off she goes to fetch some various alcoholic drinks!]

[impetere]

[Well, she's never tried it, so ... whether or not she likes it, she'll find out. Until she gets back, Cora will mostly slide back into the booth so that she's out of the way of people walking past, trying to take as much of it in as she can.]

[better]

[She returns a bit later with two beers tucked against her body, with her arm bracing them close to herself and then two small glasses with some sort of mixed drink with a fruity vodka and a fruity juice of some sort... she thinks. It's supposed to be good, or so the girl drinking at the bar said.]

I covered all our bases.

[impetere]

[She nods a bit as she takes it all in, pushing up in her seat a bit so that she can get a better look. Between the fruit juice, the fruit-flavored vodka and her dampened senses, she almost can't smell the alcohol.]

That smells kinda good.

[For an alcoholic beverage.]

[better]

There was a loud girl at the bar who nodded a lot when I ordered it. She seemed enthusiastic about it, but I figured the beer just in case. [Though, the trick will be to just give the beer to random guys and then they buy them fruity drinks.]

Should we just try it at the same time?

[impetere]

[She pauses for a moment, before nodding, reaching for one of the glasses and studying it for a moment before holding it up in an almost toast.]

Here goes?

[better]

[Erica nods, lifting her glass and letting the side clink to Cora's glass before she just tips it back and takes it all in one gulp. Her cheeks fill, giving her a moment of silly face, but she swallows it all and then winces slightly at the small burn at the end of that.]

So it's definitely fruity.

[impetere]

[Cora was just ... going to take a sip to taste it, which she does and it's ... fruity, but when she watches Erica down the whole thing, her eyebrows go up.]

Are we supposed to drink it all at once like that?

[better]

[Erica shrugs.]

I don't know, that's what I always saw in movies. It's not that much...? [As she tries to defend her all in one go - shot-like - drinking.]

[impetere]

[Cora acknowledges that, before giving a bit of a shrug and trying to down her own. There's definitely a burn on the way down, and her eyes pinch close as she swallows, before shaking her head.]

Yeah. Definitely fruity.