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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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."

Re: Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"If you say so."

Well, it wasn't really just saying, either-- she knew, and it was nice, relaxing, even.

The glasses hit the table with a slight tink, soon followed by Kerrigan's ass hitting the couch. "At least I won't be having to deal with this anymore."

Re: Evening

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Harriet's smile was small, but it was there. "What, Scotch?" she asked as she poured it out, watching the amber liquid swirl in the glasses.

Re: Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"The damn island," she muttered, shutting her eyes a little. She ran a thumb across her temple, once. "Less headaches, for one. This place throws up a psionic fuzz like nobody's business."

That was a safe thing to talk about.

Re: Evening

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, I can imagine." She picked up a glass and held it in front of Kerrigan's hand. "I also imagine this will help."

Re: Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"You'd think," Kerrigan replied, smirking a little wryly. She flicked her eyes open, but she'd already reached for the glass by then, slamming back a gulp the moment she could.

"Christ," she muttered.

Re: Evening

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Harriet managed not to wince, because two hundred year old scotch should be savoured, not gulped. Just as she was doing with hers. "Does anything help?"

Re: Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"There's always something good," and now she'd lowered the glass, first impulse sated, "There has to be."

Re: Evening

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

She refilled it, cradling hers against her cheek. "There always is. Sometimes it takes a bit of work to find it, and it's rarely what you expect, but it's there all the same."

Re: Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"That's why we have the fight."

She wasn't really looking at Harriet; wasn't even really looking at the wall, or the house, or Fandom, or anything present in the room.

"Because it's got to get better. It's got."

Re: Evening

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"It's why we fight," she agreed and took a long drink. "The hard part," she said, talking more to herself than to Kerrigan, "the hard part is knowing that sometimes the good you find is for other people. We pay the price so others don't have to."

Re: Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Something quirked in Kerrigan's lips, and then she let go of a sharp laugh. "'Our responsibility is too great to do anything less'," she quoted, "'Sometimes you have to break an egg to make an omelette.'"

Re: Evening

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"Something like that, yes. I personally like 'Sometimes you have to aim a torpedo at yourself to save the world'," she said wryly. "But it never really caught on."

Re: Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"It's what Arcturus always says," she spoke, and lifted the glass to her lips, barely sipping. "He was never afraid to sacrifice."

Maybe she'd had this conversation before. Maybe she hadn't. But graduation's almost here struck her sharply, like a glance at the calendar, and it had slipped from being weeks to being days.

Re: Evening

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Harriet settled back, making herself comfortable against the couch cushions. "Tell me about him."

Re: Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"He's--"

She closed her eyes, again.

"He inspires to believe," Kerrigan said, finally. "All depth and passion and dedication. He saved me, picked me up, brushed off the dirt and grime and sent me to fight for something that mattered. That-- that was what he always said. 'We will do whatever it takes to save humanity. Our responsibility is-- too great--' ..."

Re: Evening

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

She took her time answering, swirling her glass and watching the light reflect off of it. "I don't imagine he lets much stop him."