25 Unicorn Street, All Day Tuesday

[on_her_korhal]

She woke up that morning with the buzzing of no minds in her head and a cat on her face. "Seriously," Kerrigan told Mustang, blinking a little, "You've got issues." She rubbed at her eye, once, palm-first, then reached over in a desperate attempt to shut off the damn record player.

It was getting the hell on her nerves, as much as the loud clattering noise of the bottles as they fell to the floor. "Fuck," she muttered, under her breath, then slipped out of bed, padded into the living room, and opted to do the morning exercise before coffee.

It wasn't going to do wonders for her mood. She just felt like bruising something.

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Morning/Afternoon

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

For anyone who wants to bring Kerrigan bottles of stolen pixie grog!

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River stopped by in the morning, without a bottle. She knocked on the door.

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Coffee in one hand, door-handle in the other, Kerrigan appeared in the opening doorway like a wraith. "Morning, River," she greeted, leaning a little.

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"I stole alcohol," she informed Kerrigan. "Children can be useful as distraction. But I gave the bottle to Lee. He wanted to get drunk."

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Can't blame him," she muttered, her own experiences from the previous night still rolling a little over the skin of her mind. "Show me and I'll chalk you up for one, anyway."

She wasn't talking about the bottle.

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River recalled the images in her mind. It was strange, Will's presence made it seem like a dream.

"Believe he needed it," she added, referring to Lee and the booze, for once expressing more understanding than anger when thinking about him.

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

She nodded, in reply. Slowly. "You got it," Kerrigan said, running her hand through her hair. "He deserves some of that, from time to time."

When he wasn't whining.

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River made a face. "His son took after him in that respect, unfortunately. But apart from that... he wasn't too bad."

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I could tell by the fact you weren't hiding in my house the rest of the weekend," Kerrigan said, dryly.

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"They were louder last year." When she hadn't know how to shut them out. "And two."

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Dean Jones told me it'd happened before."

Well, not really told, but it wasn't like she could shut the Dean's thoughts out, anyway. "What was it like, last year?"

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Two girls, one with an ex-boyfriend and one with my lover at the time." She paused. "One was telepathic and clever and the other one liked drawing and protesting the use of toilet paper." Well, the specific issue hadn't been important. She just liked protesting with her dad.

Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

For one specific visitor come to empty any stolen pixie grog.

Re: Evening

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Harriet had had second thoughts, but a promise was a promise. Which was why she was knocking quietly on the door.

It probably wasn't necessary, but lurking until she was noticed just seemed rude somehow.

Re: Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

The door opened after barely a few moments. "You didn't have to show up," Kerrigan said, dryly. "I'm not holding you at gunpoint."

Re: Evening

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Harriet raised an eyebrow. "For which I'm grateful. Are you going to let me in?"

Re: Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Alright."

She pulled away from the door, sliding sideways. "You're welcome to anything in my fridge."

Re: Evening

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

That got a laugh, a small one as she came inside. "I ate before I came," Harriet assured her. "I know when not to push my luck."

Re: Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I was also talking about the booze," she replied, smirking a little as she closed the door.

Re: Evening

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"Ah, well that's an entirely different story." Harriet reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of scotch. Two hundred year old scotch. "It was a gift, my first week in office. I never did get around to drinking it."

Re: Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

The smirk became broader, and she nodded at the living room. "No time like the present... Let me get some of the hard stuff."

Re: Evening

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Harriet made herself comfortable on the couch. "And glasses. I'm far too old to be drinking out of the bottle, and it would be almost blasphemous to start with this."

Re: Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Kerrigan called, as she slipped into the kitchen, groping around the cabinets for-- ah, whiskey glasses, good for every occasion-- pulled a bottle of far-less scotch out of the fridge, and took all three into the living room. "Gotta drink in style if you have to."

Re: Evening

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"Absolutely." With a great deal of reverence, she opened the bottle, breaking its seal, and took a long sniff. "Perfection."

OOC

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

To prevent us from ending any worlds today.