Getting through the mental block was the start. Getting company was the reward. Sunset sits in more deep thought on the floor. Her eyes rest on Twilight who is seated on the bed, heartily working herself through a second cider. The lack of words between them makes her feel terribly awkward, no matter if Twilight is obviously happy. The music that has kept her milling thoughts in motion over the last few hours fills the room yet again. For the last time tonight? Probably not. Twilight finishes her bottle and looks to Sunset with a smile. This pulls her out of her thoughtful daze for just long enough to smile back. Her previous thought interrupted, the turmoil in her head turns to the little detail of her appearance as she smiled. It was bad, wasn't it? She is a complete dunce, isn't she? She is so busy with the banal thought dripping of self-loathing that she doesn't even notice Twilight shuffling off the bed. Before she can react, her entire field of vision is suddenly covered in lavender and deep purple. Twilight has a certain mischievous spark in her large, beautiful eyes. She speaks but it is as if her voice has been drowned out by the waterfall of music. Sunset looks at her friend with what feels like an even dumber expression. She has to focus hard for a moment for the thick mist of the music to fall away from her clouded attention. Twilight's voice comes rushing into her ears again. Hasn't she noticed she couldn't be heard? No, it must have been Sunset who simply wasn't listening. She looks to the side with a small blush while Twilight's latest words rise to the top of her mental bog.
"... More often. I don't want to push but is there any more cider?"
Sunset's head snaps back to facing Twilight, she is still blushing but her expression is slightly more collected, understanding. Whatever Twilight said before was in good cheer and now she's proclaiming she'd like another drink. Sunset's mind scrambles to find a solution to the drink issue, did she have another pack? She surveys her room with a scrutinising eye. No more handy boxes. Her heart sinks rapidly, she feels a cold sweat break out. Not even the alcohol in her own system gives her any emotional respite. Until, of course, the solution presents itself in the form of a glorious stray bottle. The green glass colossus stands lone and proud on the floor, next to the chair by the door. Sunset barks out some unintelligible word and shuffles to her feet. She manages a fairly graceful first step and then bounds over to the door. Bottle acquired, she holds it up with a victorious smile as she walks back to their spot on the floor. She offers the bottle but Twilight hesitates.
"I can't take the last one..."
Sunset sinks down into a sit on the floor again, close to Twilight. Their eyes meet, fall upon the bottle and then meet again. Sunset does not understand Twilight's sentiment. She is far too wasted to be carrying on alone, she needs her friend for this journey. Wordlessly, she twists the cap off the bottle and holds it out for Twilight.
"Let's share it... Then we'll go get more."
Twilight shines up brightly and does not protest. She accepts the bottle, looks at it for a short while and then furrows her brow. Her thoughtfulness has Sunset on the edge of her seat. She accepted the bottle, what is the issue? Sunset's mind starts racing, it instantly goes dark places, defeat and failure. Then Twilight speaks again.
"Um... Sunset... How are we going to get more?"
Relief. That problem is one she can solve. Sunset smiles and shrugs a bit nonchalantly. She has contacts for this sort of thing, one needs such when wandering through a deep haze of drink and smoke. She wants to just let it all bubble out in an excited stream of words but she halts herself. Should play it smooth, have to try to impress. Why? She cannot put her finger on it but it feels like the right thing to do.
"I know someone, it's just a bit of a walk..."
She shrugs again and does her best to read Twilight's expression. A bit of a walk does not seem to turn the purple goddess off at all. Twilight raises the bottle and lets the golden liquid spill in between her lips in what seems to be a short moment of contemplation. She then smiles and nods, not demanding any more of an answer. Sunset cheers inside to celebrate the momentary victory and pretty much stares at Twilight drinking. She almost feels creepy for sitting this close and intently watching her. Just almost.
Twilight's lips look so soft. So perfectly shaped. Sunset has a moment of wondering what they feel like. What they taste like. She blinks a few times rapidly, noticing Twilight is looking at her with a quizzical face. How long did she stare at her lips? The thoughts of wanting to touch Twilight are absolutely rampant. She finally notices the bottle held out to her. When she takes it and drinks a quick swig, she also notices a very slight blush across Twilight's face. Did she say something about lips out loud? She tries to collect herself enough to recall but it is impossible. They have spent so much time in silence with one another, letting the music do the talking. In a moment of paranoia, Sunset does a double take; the music is still there. She convinces herself that she has not spurted any uncontrolled words so far.
Her courage is momentarily bolstered. Sunset hands the bottle back to Twilight and does not try to be any more subtle about watching her every movement. Twilight has clearly noticed by now but all she does about it is offer Sunset sweet little smirks. She does not seem too keen on conversation, however she seems to be enjoying the attention. Sunset feels her hands go clammy while her ears are burning hot. There really is something else about Twilight, something she cannot pinpoint until the thought suddenly bites her. The sweet ray of purple sunshine is already drunk. When the thought is even halfway through her head, a bit of the hazy veil has dispersed from Sunset's eyes. Twilight's sly little smirk is the mask of someone who is not an experienced drinker but has no qualms about drinking, no fears about getting a bit drunk. She is adventurous. After all, she came over without question when called. Sunset's mind is firing rapidly again and she spends another few moments in deep contemplation. A train of thought that is interrupted by a soft giggle from Twilight. Where Sunset looked at her drinking, she has been observing the fire-maned girl thinking.
"You're quite the thinker, aren't you, Sunset? Always something going on behind those big blue eyes..."
Twilight follows her words with a soft snicker as Sunset looks like a deer in the headlights. She is obviously caught off guard by the question. All that thinking and no answers about anything at all. Well, that is not entirely true, she has a good few answers that she cannot voice. That she could never voice. That she...
"I want you..."
She hears her own voice proclaim the words. She looks around in confusion, searching for an impersonator that is not there. Twilight has stopped mid-drink. Sunset scrambles to right her words and soon speaks again.
"... Want you... To tell me when you're ready... To go..."
Sunset's words trail off into a whisper, a sharp inhale and ends in a long swallow. Twilight just stares at her now, expression blank. She almost looks shocked. Sunset feels panic shooting like lightning through her body yet again. She knows what she sounded like, she knows what words she used. Innocent enough, they are just words. Words that surprisingly enough make sense. As if to accent the tension in the moment, the stereo falls silent as the current song ends. A couple of seconds of silence before another, slower song begins. These seconds are a different kind of eternity. Twilight lowers the bottle from her lips, licks them and slowly lets them curl into a small, gentle smile. She is either oblivious to what Sunset thinks she sounded like or she is enjoying the moment somehow. In mockery? No, that's not her style.
Twilight holds up the bottle to examine the amount that is left. She decides that it is enough to down in one go and then goes for it. Bottom of the bottle points towards the previously oppressive white of the ceiling. The quietly fizzing liquid runs out of its glass prison and into the waiting mouth of the girl in control of its destiny. Twilight swallows the cider with her eyes closed and lets out a short sound of satisfaction before wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She looks up to Sunset as she has already risen. The fire-maned girl offers a hand. Twilight grasps it and Sunset pulls her to her feet. She takes one shaky step and then steadies herself by clasping both her arms around one of Sunset's.
Sunset stands still and breathless, looking straight ahead. Her heart thunders and her head feels like it is about to explode. Twilight's fingers are like silky velvet against her skin. When they wander slowly up and down her arm, she is compelled to look at the purple face that is now grinning at her. A silly little drunken grin. Her expression punches through the thick walls of Sunset's daze. She manages to collect herself well enough to start their mission. She steps into her shoes and slips on an oversized shirt. Twilight assures her that the weather in the outside world is mild enough not to need any heavier attire. She herself is casual enough with combining her skirt with a hoodie. There is no further discussion or comment about either clothing or weather. This relaxes Sunset a bit further, the only thing worse than stiff, awkward conversation is a lame conversation about the weather.
On unsteady legs and with Twilight hanging on one elbow, Sunset steps out into the huge, horrifying cosmos outside her door. A vast jungle of terrifying buildings, people and strange stuff like trees. How in the blazes does all that leafy madness work anyway? Sunset strides on while her mind races, Twilight merrily keeps up and hangs on. She is talking about something but Sunset cannot hear it, her mind is miles away. How does this look? They are both inevitably obvious in their intoxication. She looks around in the deep orange, golden glow of afternoon. The street is empty, save for some old guy with a dog. Sunset glances to Twilight in the middle of this sensory overload to find the purple girl smiling full on. At least she doesn't seem bothered about getting absolutely no answer for the last five minutes. Or was it ten? Sunset soon gives up attempting to type or contemplate time. At least her feet are striding along in the correct direction. Perhaps some kind of subconscious auto-pilot. The ebbing high of the cheap weed and the mind-muddling alcohol of the cider has become a beast that needs to feed on its own kind. Sunset licks her dry lips and lets her body travel one way, her mind another. Finally, she is disconnected enough from her own thoughts that she can offer enough attention to listen to Twilight.
Twilight is silent and has been for quite some time. Her grip of Sunset's arm is rather hard, as if trying to steady herself by hanging on to the purposeful stride. She is enjoying the light breeze that carries a fragrant smell of evening greenery.
"This is nice, Sunset."
Sunset does her best not to fidget and nods with exaggerated force. She then looks to Twilight and their eyes meet.
"We should do this more often..."
Twilight goes on. Sunset nods again, calmer this time, feeling her already dry mouth turn into a burning desert. Is she overreading and overreacting to everything Twilight says? Is this actually going the way she wants it to? What really is the way she wants it to go? Having the lavender girl around more would be awesome but that's not all she wants, is it?
Sunset swallows hard as she notices Twilight's curious, drunken gaze examine her absent-minded expression. Sunset blurts out some words to show she is still some manner of conscious.
"Yeah, Twilight... We should. I... Wanted to, but you know, I... Uh... I couldn't ask anyone for anything, you know... I was all... Wrong..."
Her words trails off. She glances to the side for a short moment and when she looks back to the purple girl so close beside her, she is met by a concerned, sad-looking expression. Twilight almost looks offended, there seems to be a lot of things firing behind her flashing eyes. Sunset hesitates. Did she go to far, say too much?
"Leave it."
Twilight's face has cleared up from sadness and irritation. Sunset holds her breath as she has no idea where this is going. Leave what? The pleasant subject of earlier? Her spinning mind stops completely when she feels purple fingers trail up over her shoulder, squeezing her lightly. Their eyes meet again. Twilight is smiling now.
"Leave it all behind, let's go without pain and sorrow."
The drunkenly serious, slightly poetic words end with a small giggle from Twilight as Sunset just stares at her. She is utterly dazed and confused but with Twilight on her arm, she might just get to the start of this new beginning.