Out of my room at last (PRIVATE)

"Sounds like fun, I guess. I was...three when this came out." Andree replied to Scar, thinking back to her parents while they were both still alive. She missed them, a lot. She loved them while they were still alive. She still did. Since she got her memories back, she often wondered what it would be like if they were still alive. Would she even live here? Would they be proud of her? It was questions like these that she often pondered upon but, unfortunately, they weren't here so she'd never know. But she had Scar now and that cheered her up a bit. Her eyes had gotten a bit glassy and teary as she reminisced about what might have been. But, had they been alive, she probably wouldn't have met Gracie. So there's a good thing. She just needed to forget right now, stop thinking of the past and of the worst things of her life.

Andree quickly drank down the coke and vodka mixture. Despite saying she would never drink alcohol, she was loving it. She wanted more of it, it was great. "Hey, could you possibly grab me some more of whatever you put in this, it's great." She asked before all the trailers had finished. As Scar went to the kitchen to grab some more of the vodka and coke mixture, the menu popped up. Clicking play, Andree curled up a bit so that she was almost a ball.

"Thank you." Andree said to Scar as she took a sip of the drink. After that sip came another. Then another. Eventually, the glass was empty and she reached over for the bottle. At this point, she was far too depressed to read the label and find out what the hell it was. All she cared about was forgetting for a little bit. Her glass was once again full, this time with only the vodka. The movie was beginning as she quickly sipped down the drink. She felt bubbly inside when she did. Like the drink was just washing away her worries and replacing them with pure happiness. All her limbs had gone relaxed, almost limp. She felt light, airy. Like she could do anything, even fly.

Flying. That must be fun. She wanted to fly. And right now, she felt like she could do anything. So, flying was first on her list once she finished off the last of the bottle. Getting off the couch, she held her arms out like she was a plane as she ran over to the pile of boxes. She looked like a complete idiot as she climbed up them and balanced at the top. "Look at me! I can flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" She cried out to Scar, extending the word fly dramatically. "Weeeeee!" Came her cry as she jumped off the boxes...until she hit the floor. "Ow! Why can't I fly right now? Is it because I'm inside?" A smile remained on her face the whole time.

As Andree sat there, drunk as she had ever been, she started to cry again at the mention of wings. "Nate used to take me flying." Tears rolled down her cheek and splashed against the floor as she cried this. It was quite the shift in mood. "Why can't I fly to?" She asked, not really to anyone. Just crying it. She was really not thinking straight. Definitely not being herself. Tears continued to form on the ground, either from the Nate part or the lack of the ability to fly.

As soon and as randomly as she had started crying and talking about Nate, she stopped and got up. As she walked back over to the couch, she wiped tears from her face. Once back on the couch, she asked Scar a question that her currently foggy and fucked up head couldn't answer."What was I crying about again?" Her speech was slurred and her head was wobbling back and forth a bit. After she asked that, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she took off her jeans and just sat there in her underwear. No reasoning was involved whatsoever, just acting. No thought, just movement. Yawning, she stretched her arms out and grabbed the bottle, trying to take a drink of nothing now. "Why is it all gone?" She cried out, tears coming back. "Where did it all go?"

"Well, why isn't there more?" Andree asked sadly, sniffling away as Scar wiped away tears. "Well why not? I feel great!" She continued to reply as she started to sway in her spot on the couch. It would be obvious to anyone that she drank WAY too much in one go. She also wasn't used to it, this being the first time she had ever gotten drunk. Allowing Scar to guide her, Andree followed her to her bedroom. Scar went to tuck her in and seconds later she was out, just after she felt the kiss on her forehead.


A few hours later, she awoke from the sleep with a killer headache. It was like things were still spinning around her. She had no idea what had happened to make her feel this way. Did she hit her head? She couldn't remember. She remembered breaking up with Nathaniel over....over....what was it over again? Nightkill, that was it. Then she came home and Scar gave her some home recipe of hers. Did she have an allergic reaction to it? With a groan, she went to roll out of bed only to fall flat on her face on the hardwood floor. "Ow!" Once the pain from the fall was out of the way, she got up and staggered down the hall to find Scar in the living room. "Scar....what happened?" She asked, a pause between Scar and the rest of the question as she rubbed her temples. The headache was getting worse it seemed.

"My sleep was fine but now, now I just have this killer headache." Andree groaned as she rubbed her temples. Graciously, she accepted the tablets and held them in the palm of her hand. She preferred taking pills with water rather than coffee. Her bare feet padded against the floor as she made her way to the fridge and poured herself a glass of water. "So...what happened?" She asked, plopping down on the couch. It was at that moment that she realized that she was no wearing any pants. "Jesus Christ! Why am I wearing no pants?" Her eyes searched around frantically, falling on the jeans that lay on the ground before her. Hurrying, she slipped them on. God, that was embarrassing. Scar just watched her walk around in her underwear. It just was weird.

"Why wasn't I wearing pants?" She asked as she swallowed the pills with a sip of water. Her hand reached out and grabbed the roll, taking small nibbles of it as she waited for an answer from Scar regarding her lack of pants, memory and presence of this massive headache.

Drunk. Drunk. WHAT? Drunk? Was Scar kidding? Andree had never gotten drunk before, she had promised herself she wouldn't drink. "Did you mistake me with someone else? I don't drink. I've never gotten drunk...or at least, I hadn't." She told Scar, a bit lost. What other explanation was there for taking off her pants and...pretending to fly? But, she knew she wouldn't drink it willingly and she doubted Scar would force it down her throat? Did Scar trick her? Whatever, it was in the past now. She had already gone and embarrassed herself in front of the person she thought of as a mother. No way she could live this down. At least Gracie wasn't here to see it. "I've never been drunk before, never touched alcohol. Sorry."

"Gracie came by? You didn't tell her, did you?" She asked Scar. Oh, Gracie would never let her hear the end of it if she did. The mention of her parents being like her while drunk made her a bit happier, in a weird way. Her eyes looked around the apartment, there wasn't much left. They could probably fit it all into the back of Scar's car. And it would be easy to take down, due to the platform on wheels that they had up here. "Why don't we go to the new place? No point in hanging around here anymore."

Scar packed the last bit of kitchen ware and then hoisted the box onto her hip and picked up another one, leaving Andree with two to carry as well. It was the last little bit and hopefully it would fit into the car. Even though she was pregnant Scar was hoisting the heavy boxes with almost a graceful ease. She then led them down to the car, leaving Andree to lock up and return the key as she put the boxes in the car. With it all just packed and Andree saying her goodbyes she drove off.

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