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"He was sooooo serioussssss~" She intoned in her best gruff voice before she perked back up. Aw, he knew her well enough to know her favorites! That was nice!
"You think I'm loyal? Aw that's really nice Ripley I think you're-- HEY! I am super patient!" About as patient as a rabbit on speed, yeah sure. Even if it was just a tease she stuck her tongue out at him before she couldn't help but laugh. Everything was getting kind of funny, even when he mentioned the fire and she couldn't help but wince. Oh yikes, maybe she should justtttt skate on past that one.
"Look at me, I'm Ripley and I keep all the secrets all to myself! No no no Abbi, you cannot have any secrets!" It was hard when she felt woozy and mildly dizzy, but the teen did her best to mimic the man's cadence as she teased him back, turning back to him to tap a finger against his chest. That set her off into a fit of giggles that she pressed to her door as she leaned against it, one hand dropped down to try and fiddle with the lock in hopes of opening it. With a click it unlocked and she spilled forward into the room, righting herself long enough to turn on the light before she just gave up and collapsed onto the middle of her floor. Climbing rocks and then walking all the way back here had just been way too much work.

When Ripley did finally take her bait it was not exactly as she wanted and Abbi rolled onto her back to look at him with wide violet eyes. A soft voice in her head reminded her to remove her contacts before she passed out, but her contact case was... Somewhere else in her room and the floor was right here and so nice so maybe later...
"So it was a girl..." Abbi found herself mumbling, shaking the edges of her hoodie sleeves down over her hands. "I mean! Well why don't you go find her? Now's the perfect night for... For spendin' it with people ya like!" Oh, there was the familiar disappointment and hurt she had been expecting. Funny, she hadn't thought it would come so soon.
"Its funny, innit... Maybe she'll... Turn up again soon? You can... You can thank her... Then..." Everything else she had wanted to say felt too bitter in her mouth so she only huffed a breath.
"The room is spinnin'."

Because she was drunk, and because she was pretty slow on the uptake of certain social cues, she only blinked at him.
"You want my what?" The eyes stared at him before they squeezed shut to try and ward off the spinning room thing. It didn't really help and she turned up a small pout when he said no Abbi's allowed. Yeah that sounded about right.
That coupled with their conversation about the mysterious girl had the teen oozing all sad-like on the ground. Maybe she should just give up? Well, actually giving up would mean admitting she felt something she kept pretending she wasn't, but at the same time she felt it safe to be allowed to feel sad over this. Even if they were just friends, he was keeping her at an arm's length and it felt chilly this far out.
"F-food?" Oh wow food sounded really good suddenly. She let her head loll over to look up at him hopefully, hands coming up under her chin.
"You'll get me foooooood?"

The tap of his foot made her wince just because it was a shoe against her, but then he was turning and walking off.
"W-wait!" Abbi called after him, trying to roll over on her stomach and reach out a hand at his retreating form. But then the door was closed and she was alone.
{ Said he was comin' back, didn't he? }
"He's not coming back." The teen announced to herself before she forlornly pushed herself to her feet. She shuffled around like a kicked puppy as she found her contact case and removed her contacts, not because he told her to but because it would ruin her eyes if she fell asleep in them. And the hoodie stayed on, though the skirt was swapped out for pajama shorts even shorter than the skirt and her stockings replaced with her favorite over the knee wool socks. She, of course, hadn't changed because he'd said to. Because he wasn't coming back, a fact she was quite sure of simply because dealing with a drunk teenager seemed dreadful.

But Abbi did feel poorly and let herself fall back to the middle of her floor, having drug a pillow off the bed to lie on. The bed felt too high and her floor felt nice and cool, even if the room still spun.
"Wish I had a DVD player... Or my iPod... Sad music would be nice..." Yes, she was drunkenly slurring to herself in hopes that she would just pass out and sleep it all off.

Talking to herself was nice as there were a variety of topics she wanted to cover, but it got old pretty quickly so the teen petered off to hum lightly. It felt like a good idea to keep herself awake since the dizziness was pressing in, but sleep wouldn't come. Even when she laid there for what felt like ages, just drifting through her mind and trying to coax Viveca into talking without success, the blackness of sleep refused her. Time felt surreal, the floor oddly comfortable despite how very unrelenting it was. Things felt far away, but her worries and thoughts felt very close and Abbi found being drunk at once very agreeable and absolutely dreadful.
And then someone knocked at the door.
"Whoizzit?" She called out, trying to roll around to push herself into sitting up and finding the effort too difficult. Thankfully whoever it was invited themselves in, which was good because there was no way Abbi was getting off the floor, but who it was surprised her. With a noise she looked up, opening her eyes wider from their previously half lidded gaze.
"Y-you.... You came back." Why did she sound both more hopeful and surprised than she wanted?

"And you changed..." What had happened to the nice suit? Well, sweatpants were nice because she hadn't ever seen him in those and look a tray!
"What'd ya get... You gonna stay?" OK, it seemed best to try and sit up since he was suddenly on the floor next to her. Well just, since he was here she was just going to keep lying down. A hand did reach up to open and close in his direction, the distinct motion of grabby hands.
"I'm not gonna regret nothin'..." She tried to tell him before she breathed a heavy sigh. "Does the room always spin like this?" Because that kinda sucked. A lot.
"What happened to your suit... I like those pants though..." Maybe she should stop talking...
"You gonna keep your gloves on? Look! I took my contacts out!" She batted blue eyes up at him. "Bet you were.... Real surprised... 'Bout my eyes." Oh hello word vomit, you had not been missed.

"I dunno... The part where I'm annoyin' and you look like you'd rather be.... Doin' anythin' else?" So maybe that wasn't the nicest thing to say to the cute guy bringing you food and water, but well, Abbi had already made a number of mistakes this evening. Why not just continue on? A part of her, a still somewhat rational part at any rate, wondered if she did enough bad things that Ripley would just leave her alone. Then she wouldn't have to admit how elated she was that he had come back. Then she wouldn't have to admit to herself how much she wanted him to look at her and smile and hold her hand again.
"Sit up, sit up, sit up!" She chanted softly, half as a way to motivate herself into actually sitting up and half just because it was funny to say. Abbi laughed at herself then, laughed still as she was hoisted up and did not stop until water was offered. A wobbly hand took the glass and moved it so she could hold it with both, blinking down into the water.
"Not the first time you've... Take care of some... Drunk chick, huh?" A smile peeked out, but there was no warmth in it. With a sigh, Abbi took a sip of the water.
Surprisingly, she pulled it back to look at it again, eyebrows knitted for a moment before she tossed back both her head and the glass to chug the entire glass. Gracious, she hadn't at all realized how thirsty she was.

Carefully she set the now empty glass on the floor and looked down at the food on the tray. After considering it for a moment (really she just stared at it and wished the room would stop turning), she plucked up a roll. Not trusting herself to be able to bite it properly, her fingers teased off an experimental piece that she popped into her mouth.
"Oh. Oh ok that's cool." She honestly had nothing else to say in regards to the suit since it was gone and swayed gently from side to side. "Can I lean on you? Or the bed? I'm kinda... Dizzy." And helpless and dumb. Her emotions had swung all over the place already and now she could feel them swinging back to a sad place given how very chilly Ripley had reverted to being.

"So um... I'm uh... Sorry you uh... Had to take care of me... I... Well..." She didn't have any excuses and shrugged, nibbling on the now half eaten roll. "I'll try to... Stop askin' so many questions..." It would be very hard, unfortunately.

His words were probably sweeter than he intended for them to be and certainly meant more than she had expected, or felt she deserved. Abbi opened her mouth a fraction as though to say something but lowered her flushing face a moment later. Both thumbs tapped gently on the side of the glass as she stared into its emptiness, glad for something to concentrate on as she felt time pass.
"Th-thank you... I guess I just... I'm not really used to... Thanks." Saying anything else depressing like how most people didn't bother honoring anything with her, or how even getting someone's word seemed a nearly impossible task was not what she wanted to air at the moment. And for it to be Ripley who promised something so hefty felt all the more weighty.
But when he smiles she does too, taking the opportunity to push her hood back off her head so she can look away and pretend she's not still pink cheeked. His instructions to lean on the bed are met with a nod and a shuffle across the floor to do just that, though shuffling only gets her so far and eventually Abbi just moved to hands and knees. This should probably be embarrassing but she almost tilts over so by the time she does make it to the bed, she doesn't even care. With a clunk she threw her back against it, wincing and mumbling her pain as she settled in. She had forgotten the glass but its too far away and there isn't any water in it anyways.
"OK... I'll wait for you." The girl finally mumbled after nodding to being told, in a somewhat roundabout manner, that yes she did matter.

That's nice to hear again and while she waits she pulls down her hair from its pigtails, idly combing through it with her fingers. Maybe she should take the hoodie off too, just because it was warm and she didn't want to get food on it. That is a task easier contemplated than done and by the time Ripley returns to the room, Abbi is half eaten by her hoodie with it partially pulled over her face and stuck in one of the arms. The click of the door alerted her to his return and she wiggled an arm with an extra long sleeve in what she hoped was his direction.
"Mayday, mayday..." She joked and then erupted into soft laughter, for she of course found everything much funnier now.

Once free of the clothing she pushed down the pastel t-shirt she wore underneath and ruffled her hair out. The glass was taken with a smile and half drained before she perused what other food he had brought her.
"Um... ok? Still fuzzy... A little less dizzy?" But not by much, given the grabby hand she makes at him since he had promised he would let her lean on him.

Eat, eat, eat! That's all he wanted out of her gosh! The girl rolled her eyes as she tugged off the hoodie and tossed it aside, but obliged him a moment later by reaching forward to pick up what looked like a small box of frosted flakes. Not in the need for milk, Abbi was glad it was just the cereal itself and sat back against the bed with a sigh. One finger dug into the top clumsily and after a second she had to set it back down in her lap and wait for the world to stop trying to turn her upside down.
"Are you gonna eat anything?" She asked with a look up at him. For a second she screwed up her mouth in a frown as he moved closer, her head tilting back so she could focus her gaze on his hair. One hand that had honestly been trying to open the small cardboard box reached up to once again break the physical barrier that occasionally existed between them in order to ruffle one half of his hair. It took her a few tries as she was pretty wobbly, but finally Abbi was satisfied that she had successfully gotten at least half his hair partially to normal so she pulled back with a smile.
"There... Ya look a little more like you now!"

Then it was back to trying to pry open the cereal box for a few moments more. Finally frustrated enough to really try she put the box to her mouth and used her teeth to tug at the cardboard because she was obviously totally an adult and not a puppy stuck in a teenager's body.
"Yeah... Dad was pretty strict about that sorta thing... Dunno why, he drank like.... A fish or whatever..." Her tongue poked out and she used the back of one hand to wipe away the cardboard taste.
"S'it your turn for twenty questions now?" This makes her giggle softly, but she only shoots him a quick smile for she doesn't want it to be forced. If he didn't care, he didn't care. No use trying to make him care...

Unable to know that he was lying, and in reality far too trusting to doubt it otherwise, Abbi gave a soft nod to Ripley's reply. But she laughed when he turned motionless and continued to giggle to herself when she pulled back. In an effort to stop the torrent of laughter she shoved one hand against her mouth but only caught the scent of whatever it was he had used to set his hair in place and it only makes her all the giddier. Part of her is disappointed when the rest of his hair falls, but by the time she realizes what the feeling is she has finally pried open the cereal box so that replaces any negative emotions with one of pride because wow doing things when drunk was hard.
A shake of the box is given before a hand is stuck down into the cardboard depths to extract the delicious crunchy flakes and throughout the whole process looked as though she was just about ready to tip the box over. Not voluntarily, of course, more in the manner of a very clumsy child who had not quite gotten down the hang of fine motor skills.
When she finally succeeds in grabbing a handful of flakes, and then struggled to pull her fist out of the box, she looks over at the man with a grin.
"Yeah... Dad was... Eh. I don't like my dad." That was a confession of its own that she was not willing to expound upon.

At his apology, Abbi swallowed the flakes she had shoved into her mouth with a dramatic sigh.
"S'ok... You didn't... really put a damper on it... I mean the bugs and the fire kinda put a damper on it..." And well, so did his coldness and distance, but he was still here with her and told her she 'particularly mattered', so the teen was... Having a mediocre time.
"I mean like you haven't been mean or nothin'... But you're not.... The most chipper dude." A tiny, Irish or Scottish or neither of those sounding voices piped up in her head that that was rude.
"Not that that's bad! I mean like I really like you and your... You..." Uhhh the voice was saying to stop now so she would just shove some more cereal into her mouth now thanks.

If she wasn't already flushing she might have done so at the compliment, but it fades quickly when he asks after her. Another sigh leaves the teen, this one smaller and more forlorn.
"Not really... No... I'm... Not used to any of this? And I'm real... Mad about the fact these will prol'ly scar... I'm even more flawed now." Suddenly, she's not hungry and lets the box drop the small distance from her lap to the floor. "And I was really scared an-and worried and... And you got hurt too after you were so nice in the desert and hugged me an-and that was really good and nice but then your neck..."
Watery blue eyes turned to look at him.
"Are you ok?"

"Yeah but when you... Like yanno... Tell me all I hear is... 'Look at me I'm Ripley Crowell I'm so cool and awesome and cute and good at fighting and being a serious dude no Abbi no secrets for you'." That is supposed to be a joke and she laughs to indicate this, wobbling a little when he nudges her. But she sits up straighter to nod excitedly at him, tacking on a very exuberant thumbs up as well.
"'Course! You're super cool! And they're not like... Faults... Like..." A vague hand gesture was given, half a swirl of her hand and half... Well, a few other motions at once. But she rolls her eyes before she gives him a winning smile. Of course she would always be very loud, she was very loud about most things.
"But... Here, I promise you this... I will always accept your faults. No matter what!" So maybe she was starting to feel a little sentimental given how the room was still spinning and he was so close and been so nice and she just really didn't want to feel feelings for a few seconds.

Being perfect did seem like something so totally out of her league that she didn't even want to pretend to know how unattainable it was. But what she can take right now is a hug, even a half one. More forcefully than she means she moves to rest against him, pushing her head down against his chest with a tiny noise. Both hands rushed forward to cover her eyes and keep from crying, palms squeezed tight against her closed lids.
"Thank you, Wilhelm." Its one of the few clear sounding things she's said since the two and a half drinks she's consumed, but she's quiet for a long while after that.
When she does finally speak, it is very quiet.
"We'll.... both heal..."

If he moves her, he will find a limp Abbi who has completely fallen asleep in his arms. A shuffle to her bed is really all she needs, but a small, pale and lightly freckled hand will cling to his shirt tightly, unwilling to let go and be alone, even when she sleeps. Especially not when they still need to heal.