This roleplay has not taken place in a single location.
All roleplay scenes that were created for the sole purpose of character building go here.
All roleplay scenes that were created for the sole purpose of character building go here.
Grace Gibson
A hand carefully reached out to grab the next drink the bartender had placed in front of her. Normally, that same hand would just grab it without a second thought and proceed to drink whatever the glass contained within a minute. This time around she was getting tipsy and while the vibe and energy in the bar was pleasant, she didn't fully trust how steady that hand would prove to be.
A content smile was casted in her roommate's direction as she used her free hand to remove the lingering hand of a stranger that had been clinging to her back for the last half hour. The man, while unknown to both of them before that night seemed to have decided that he wanted to try and get her to come home with him but so far he hadn't managed to bring out more than 3 words, all slurred drunkenly. It wasn't like it bothered her too much, she could handle the attention and the man wasn't too rude but she simply wasn't interested. That disinterest didn't make her any less amused by his avances though and her deep green eyes would tell her roommate enough to let it be known that she was only entertaining it for the sake of their own entertainment.
The fair skin that surrounded those green eyes was covered in freckles and her face itself was framed by wavy, ginger hair that ended amidst her back. The same features that had once caused for her to be bullied had now become something she was very proud of and if one saw her sitting there in her ochreous dress, it was hard to imagine that this same girl spent her evenings watching Star Wars whenever she wasn't studying for tests. The only thing that could possibly give that away were her oversized round glasses, which seemed like more of a fashion choice than a necessity in combination with her outfit even if she did wear them daily.
"You might want to be careful, girl." The friend of her admirer warned. "Nobody knows which diseases this one carries." He claimed in an attempt to pull his mate's leg.
"You and him both, you mean?" Grace fired back, a clear hint of disgust on her face as she pushed the one that had been clinging away. His mate had ruined the fun and the casualness of the situation and she didn't appreciate that one bit. Instead, she emptied her glass and placed it back on the bar top before turning to Sasha.
"Is it me, or is it more likely that men as a whole are the disease?" She asked jokingly, wanting to figure out how her roommate felt about the whole ordeal.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha wound her way back towards the bar, where her roommate was sitting.. and currently getting pawed at by some strange dude. This was their third bar this evening, a small celebration of passing one of their tests. The bright red hair was held back with a fairly thick hair tie, considering the curls that still exploded around her face. The bright blue eyes was a serious contract with the tanness of her skin, with slightly darker freckles splashed across her nose. It made her a looker, of no doubt, but she ignored most offers she got. Generally in a decent way. The smokey bar offered little in the way of food, but it had great drinks and damn good bartenders. Sliding back onto her stool, she leaned over and stole a quick drink from the woman beside her. Her eyes watching the man as his friend tugged him away. Raising an eyebrow, Sasha leaned towards Grace and said "Virus? What the hell they think we got?" And for some reason, the oddness of it made her fall into a fit of giggles before dragging her room mate up. "Come on, let's go somewhere we can dance. This music sucks for it." As the country played out over the speakers
Just a few blocks away a dance club was doing fairly brisk, the line not to overly long and the music playing loud enough to be heard outside. "We ain't drunk," she said, as they joined the line "and we aren't driving either." Both lived at the dorms not far away. But while standing there, waiting their turn to go in, another group joined the line behind them. For some reason the excited glee caught her attention and she turned her head to listen. "That whole city is supposed to be in lockdown. Like they ain't letting nobody leave or go inside." Another girl spoke up "I heard that the army is there, making sure no one leaves."
With a shrug, Sasha dismissed it, assuming it was just some news stories that got taken outta context. A few minutes later, the two entered and she made a beeline for the bathroom. "Snag us some drinks and a place to sit. I gotta go." She said with a grin as she began weaving through the groups of dancing women and pairs of men and women.
Grace Gibson
“Beats me.” She replied when Sasha spoke, soon laughing along with her as the blue eyed woman burst into a fit of giggles.
When her roommate dragged her off her seat, she first responded hesitantly and let out a grunt, not really feeling like making it to another bar with more creeps. Her entire endeavor changed soon though, as when Sasha spoke of dancing her eyes lit up in pure excitement. If there was one thing that could make her feel like she’d just had multiple cups of coffee when she was tipsy it was dancing, and while the two girls were different in a lot of ways it was a joy they shared.
“Hell, you know I’m down for that anytime.” She claimed, speaking true to hard as she giddily followed her towards the exit and onto the street.
When they arrived, although Grace a little slower due to her heels that were starting to kill her feet, her gaze briefly scanned the line ahead of them.
“Pretty, decent, meh, pretty, no way in hell, pretty.” She mumbled to herself as she gauged how long it would take before they would be let in. She estimated it wouldn’t be too long and quickly turned out to be right, the line moving along nicely while she looked at Sasha.
“Thank god we aren’t driving, if we were I’d had to have called it quits four drinks ago.” She laughed, a pleased grin appearing on her face.
At first Grace was utterly oblivious when it came to the group that had joined the line but upon noticing how Sasha’s attention had turned to them, she followed her roommates’ example and listened to the conversation as well. She only managed to catch a glimpse of it but it was enough to make her shake her head.
“Diseases, army? Is this whole city going crazy or is this a new drug I have to try?” She sneered, making her way through the door with Sasha by her side. As the girl excused herself to go to the bathrooms, Grace walked in the opposite direction and headed towards the bar where a crowd was already waiting on their drinks.
One minute, two minutes, three and her frustration quickly started growing. It wasn’t that she needed for anyone to pay her drinks but it had become the usual, and for some dumb reason the men that were standing by the bar as well as the bartender had their eyes glued to a tiny television in the corner. A frustrated sigh left her lips and she reached for the bartender’s arm, giving it a gentle tap in an attempt to get his attention.
“What’s a girl gotta do to get a drink in here?” She asked, her words dipped in mild but clear frustration.
The bartender gave her a startled look that then changed into an apologetic one and only a few minutes later, she was settling in the lounge area with two cocktails set on the table in front of her.
“More crazies over here.” She’d claim once Sasha returned, an exaggerated pout matching the boredom in her voice.
Sasha Kingsley
Most of the patrons of the bar weren't paying a bit of attention to the TV and were only looking to get drunk and laid, like normal. Weird, Sasha thought, as she stood in line for the restroom. She could hear others talking about the lockdown, and the wild rumors flying around, some seemingly from movies or nightmares. Some of it was said with such conviction that she couldn't just shrug it off like she did before. It was only a few mins and she was finished and heading back out to cross the dance floor again. She could see Grace through the maze of bodies, the hazy smoke and bass of the speakers pounding in the air. Try as she might, she just couldn't forget what she had heard. She muttered to herself all the way back to Grace and taking her seat. "Man, what the hells going on with folks?"
Her country accent was pushing through a bit, having been born and raised in the boon docks. With only a shrug, Grace took a sip from her drink sliding Sasha's over to her. Picking it up, she kinda swirled it around in her hand before she heard a huge crash behind her and women screaming bloody murder. Twirling around and craning her neck to see what happened, all she could tell was a fairly large group of people had starting fighting… and that group was quickly heading straight into Grace and Sasha.
SHIT SHIT SHIT, GRACE GET UP AND MOVE!" Sasha yelled, dragging the other girl with her out of the way and towards the heavy wooden bar where the bartender stood frozen. Scrambling to get up and over the top of it, she helped hoist Grace up. Being clad in jeans and boots helped, since Grace dressed to kill most of the time. Struggling to keep from falling, Sasha held her upright until they could hop behind the bar, ducking down to keep from being hit. The bar tending took his que from them and dropped right beside them. "What the HELL happened?!?" Sasha asked him, her fury easy to see on her face.
Grace Gibson
From the moment Sasha had joined her, Grace had relaxed a bit even if she had been holding her drink. It would be the first of many, she’d been sure and that was why she’d just about downed it right away when Sasha picked up her own.
She barely got a chance to swallow it though, and upon the impact of the crash as well as the screams she didn’t even bother looking up to see what was going on, instead following Sasha’s directions and bolting out of the boot as fast as possible while the girl dragged her along.
Her outfit choice was a big disadvantage and so were the drinks she’d already had that night, making her wobbly on her heels as they carried her body to the bar. If it weren’t for Sasha pulling her over the bar top, that climb would likely take her a while, that is if she’d even get over it without her help.
The second her feet reached the floor on the other side she could hear as well as feel one of her heels crack under the pressure and as she ducked down amongst Sasha and the bartender, she cussed loudly. One would expect for expensive shoes to hold up longer even if they weren’t meant to be used to outrun a fighting mob. The disappointed pout disappeared within seconds though and she looked up at both the bartender and Sasha with an expression of shock and confusion. She shared her roommate’s sentiment but while Sasha was rather vocal about it, Grace’s voice brought them more of a scared mutter.
“I hope everyone is okay... I hope we’ll be okay.” She said, repeating it once as she kicked her heels off, them being a liability more than a welcome item of fashion. One of them being broken only made that matter worse and she’d be better off on her bare feet, at least that was what she figured.
“What was that? Why were they fighting?” She asked, not to either of the two in particular. Her voice was laced with a hint of fear and she turned to be able to put her back towards the bartop, her arms surrounding her knees in a wish to feel safer while the club and heated fight seemed to reach the point of collapsing around them.
Sasha Kingsley
Within minutes of them hopping over the bar, sirens could be heard coming towards them. Many of the brawls tried to break free, but where unable to, due to the fact that many of them were tangled up. A swarm of cops showed up, coming in through the front and back exit with guns drawn. The bartenders face went even paler, if possible, as he stood up at the order for everyone to stand, his hands held up above his head. Sasha did the same, albiet a bit slower. The sweat on her face had drawn whisps of her hair across her cheeks, and the heat of the room caused her to have a redish gleam to her, until she was ushered outside quickly. She quickly kept turning her head, searching for Grace since she didn't know what happened because they didn't take the two out at the same time.
Grace Gibson
At the sound of sirens Grace had instinctively attempted to look at the door, which was impossible due to the bar being in her way. She refused to stand though, at least until she heard the orders to stand and put their hands up. It was only then that she dared push herself up from the floor and stood reluctantly, being careful to not step into bits of broken glass that were possibly scattered on the floor if a bottle or glass wouldn't have survived that evening. Once reassured that there was no glass to step in she too was collected and ushered outside by the cops, who hurried to get everyone out of there.
A shiver ran through her spine at the sight of all the guns and not wishing to make any of them mad, she left her shoes on the floor as they were. They weren't of use to her anymore after all and something told her the cops wouldn't appreciate her wasting their time by attempting to pick them up.
She did her best to not lose track of Sasha by focusing on the red hair of her friend until she eventually lost sight of her, seeing the last glimpse of that red hair disappear into a sea of people. It was from that moment on that she felt even more discomfort, especially considering she wasn't clear headed anymore and losing track of the only person she trusted in that club made her worried.
Once the cool air outside touched her face and the urging hand of the cop was removed from her back, she looked around and tried to locate her once more. It was something she struggled with, mostly because the crowd around her seemed to feel as much unease as she did and some people were screaming in their stress about what happened. Soon enough, it felt like her head was spinning and she found it harder to breathe while people in the crowd closed in on her as more people gathered outside. She wanted to yell at the top of her lungs, cry out for Sasha until she finally spotted her. At least she thought she did, she wasn't quite sure but proceeded to push herself through the crowd and into the woman's direction either way.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha kept answering the questions over and over, the slight buzz she had was now very gone and all she wanted was to leave. After she was done being questioned, she started trying to find Grace, knowing she had more to drink and would get lost in this maze of people. Considering the amount of noise, she didn't think she could be heard over it all, so she found a bench a stood up on it, searching for Grace. And while the cops looked at her oddly, and the drunks from the bar cat called out to her, she flipped them off and stayed in place looking through to throng of stumbling, pukey, and a few bloody people.
Grace Gibson
She was sure it was indeed Sasha when she proceeded to walk, nearly reaching her friend by pushing through the last part of the crowd when a drunk man grabbed her by the arm to bring her to a halt.
"I don't think they questioned you yet, missy. I had to be questioned, so do you." he stated with a grin, the whalm of alcohol that left his mouth as he spoke being so overwhelming that Grace had to try her best to lean back before she'd join those that were puking.
The man proceeded to attempt to pull her closer, an attempt to make it clear to her that he possibly had some questions of his own. Anger rising in her, she wanted nothing more than to stomp his foot with all her might but as she was no longer wearing shoes that option would probably hurt her more than help her. Settling for kneeing him in the crotch instead, she finally managed to break free from his grasp and run to Sasha, although not without hurting her feet on the rough pavement.
"I'm so glad I found you." She called out upon reaching her, her emotions getting the best of her as she wrapped her arms around Sasha to the best of her attempts and hugged the woman's legs. "I was so scared." She added, a small sob leaving her lips.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha hopped down from the bench where she had been, after leaning down to move Grace's arms. "Come on, cops are done with us. Let's get outta here" she said.
But even as she laid an arm over Grace's shoulder to turn her so they could leave, the dude who had been trying to stop Grace before showed up in front of them. Sasha, who'd had enough of tonight, shoved against him when he tried to stop them. "Look man, get lost. Unless you want your ass kicked in front of all these nice people." A cop heard her and was walking over towards them, baton in hand. The drunk ran off, and the cop asked the two if they needed a ride anywhere.
Grace Gibson
Her arms were moved from her roommate's legs and she looked up at her, her gaze following Sasha as she hopped off the bench. She nodded slowly at the thought of finally being able to go home, her head spinning and her feet hurting.
Turning to start walking with Sasha, she widened her eyes in surprise and horror as she saw the man appearing in front of her. Luckily, Sasha had it covered and as the cop came walking in their direction and caused for the man to run away she looked at her roommate with a grateful smile.
"If you could take us back to our dorms that would be very nice, Sir." She said to the cop as he offered to give them a ride. The man nodded and led them to his car, opening the back door so that they could get in. He didn't even ask for the adress, knowing that it could only be one college dorm due to it being a college town.
It wasn't hard to feel like she wouldn't know what to do if it weren't for having Sasha by her side. Cops or not, if Sasha wouldn't have been there she could've gotten seriously hurt that night, multiple times too.
"I'm totally baking you a cake tomorrow" she claimed as she rested her head against Sasha's shoulder. It took her some effort to keep her eyes open but she managed and a small laugh escaped her lips at the realization of her situation. "I should really drink less and I'm never wearing heels again." She added. It were words she had said before but maybe for once, they'd turn out to be true.
Soon enough the campus was visible through the car's window and after it's grounds were crossed, the car came to a halt in front of the dorms. The cop turned to look at the two women on the backseat and gave them a small nod.
"Alright? You two stay out of trouble, okay?" He asked, to which Grace nodded quickly in response.
"Yes Sir, we'll be good" She replied, before opening the door and stepping out of the vehicle with Sasha. It was right before she shut the door behind them that she heard a single sentence of an intern radio call.
We urge you to send all free groups to the capital city, they really need some back-....
The line went silent then aside from some yelling in the distance and the cop that had brought them home raised his eyebrows in surprise. Grace shrugged and closed the door, walking away from the car that departed with screeching tires.
"And then they say cops are responsible," she slurred, taking her roommate's hand to attempt and lead her inside.
END OF SCENE
A hand carefully reached out to grab the next drink the bartender had placed in front of her. Normally, that same hand would just grab it without a second thought and proceed to drink whatever the glass contained within a minute. This time around she was getting tipsy and while the vibe and energy in the bar was pleasant, she didn't fully trust how steady that hand would prove to be.
A content smile was casted in her roommate's direction as she used her free hand to remove the lingering hand of a stranger that had been clinging to her back for the last half hour. The man, while unknown to both of them before that night seemed to have decided that he wanted to try and get her to come home with him but so far he hadn't managed to bring out more than 3 words, all slurred drunkenly. It wasn't like it bothered her too much, she could handle the attention and the man wasn't too rude but she simply wasn't interested. That disinterest didn't make her any less amused by his avances though and her deep green eyes would tell her roommate enough to let it be known that she was only entertaining it for the sake of their own entertainment.
The fair skin that surrounded those green eyes was covered in freckles and her face itself was framed by wavy, ginger hair that ended amidst her back. The same features that had once caused for her to be bullied had now become something she was very proud of and if one saw her sitting there in her ochreous dress, it was hard to imagine that this same girl spent her evenings watching Star Wars whenever she wasn't studying for tests. The only thing that could possibly give that away were her oversized round glasses, which seemed like more of a fashion choice than a necessity in combination with her outfit even if she did wear them daily.
"You might want to be careful, girl." The friend of her admirer warned. "Nobody knows which diseases this one carries." He claimed in an attempt to pull his mate's leg.
"You and him both, you mean?" Grace fired back, a clear hint of disgust on her face as she pushed the one that had been clinging away. His mate had ruined the fun and the casualness of the situation and she didn't appreciate that one bit. Instead, she emptied her glass and placed it back on the bar top before turning to Sasha.
"Is it me, or is it more likely that men as a whole are the disease?" She asked jokingly, wanting to figure out how her roommate felt about the whole ordeal.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha wound her way back towards the bar, where her roommate was sitting.. and currently getting pawed at by some strange dude. This was their third bar this evening, a small celebration of passing one of their tests. The bright red hair was held back with a fairly thick hair tie, considering the curls that still exploded around her face. The bright blue eyes was a serious contract with the tanness of her skin, with slightly darker freckles splashed across her nose. It made her a looker, of no doubt, but she ignored most offers she got. Generally in a decent way. The smokey bar offered little in the way of food, but it had great drinks and damn good bartenders. Sliding back onto her stool, she leaned over and stole a quick drink from the woman beside her. Her eyes watching the man as his friend tugged him away. Raising an eyebrow, Sasha leaned towards Grace and said "Virus? What the hell they think we got?" And for some reason, the oddness of it made her fall into a fit of giggles before dragging her room mate up. "Come on, let's go somewhere we can dance. This music sucks for it." As the country played out over the speakers
Just a few blocks away a dance club was doing fairly brisk, the line not to overly long and the music playing loud enough to be heard outside. "We ain't drunk," she said, as they joined the line "and we aren't driving either." Both lived at the dorms not far away. But while standing there, waiting their turn to go in, another group joined the line behind them. For some reason the excited glee caught her attention and she turned her head to listen. "That whole city is supposed to be in lockdown. Like they ain't letting nobody leave or go inside." Another girl spoke up "I heard that the army is there, making sure no one leaves."
With a shrug, Sasha dismissed it, assuming it was just some news stories that got taken outta context. A few minutes later, the two entered and she made a beeline for the bathroom. "Snag us some drinks and a place to sit. I gotta go." She said with a grin as she began weaving through the groups of dancing women and pairs of men and women.
Grace Gibson
“Beats me.” She replied when Sasha spoke, soon laughing along with her as the blue eyed woman burst into a fit of giggles.
When her roommate dragged her off her seat, she first responded hesitantly and let out a grunt, not really feeling like making it to another bar with more creeps. Her entire endeavor changed soon though, as when Sasha spoke of dancing her eyes lit up in pure excitement. If there was one thing that could make her feel like she’d just had multiple cups of coffee when she was tipsy it was dancing, and while the two girls were different in a lot of ways it was a joy they shared.
“Hell, you know I’m down for that anytime.” She claimed, speaking true to hard as she giddily followed her towards the exit and onto the street.
When they arrived, although Grace a little slower due to her heels that were starting to kill her feet, her gaze briefly scanned the line ahead of them.
“Pretty, decent, meh, pretty, no way in hell, pretty.” She mumbled to herself as she gauged how long it would take before they would be let in. She estimated it wouldn’t be too long and quickly turned out to be right, the line moving along nicely while she looked at Sasha.
“Thank god we aren’t driving, if we were I’d had to have called it quits four drinks ago.” She laughed, a pleased grin appearing on her face.
At first Grace was utterly oblivious when it came to the group that had joined the line but upon noticing how Sasha’s attention had turned to them, she followed her roommates’ example and listened to the conversation as well. She only managed to catch a glimpse of it but it was enough to make her shake her head.
“Diseases, army? Is this whole city going crazy or is this a new drug I have to try?” She sneered, making her way through the door with Sasha by her side. As the girl excused herself to go to the bathrooms, Grace walked in the opposite direction and headed towards the bar where a crowd was already waiting on their drinks.
One minute, two minutes, three and her frustration quickly started growing. It wasn’t that she needed for anyone to pay her drinks but it had become the usual, and for some dumb reason the men that were standing by the bar as well as the bartender had their eyes glued to a tiny television in the corner. A frustrated sigh left her lips and she reached for the bartender’s arm, giving it a gentle tap in an attempt to get his attention.
“What’s a girl gotta do to get a drink in here?” She asked, her words dipped in mild but clear frustration.
The bartender gave her a startled look that then changed into an apologetic one and only a few minutes later, she was settling in the lounge area with two cocktails set on the table in front of her.
“More crazies over here.” She’d claim once Sasha returned, an exaggerated pout matching the boredom in her voice.
Sasha Kingsley
Most of the patrons of the bar weren't paying a bit of attention to the TV and were only looking to get drunk and laid, like normal. Weird, Sasha thought, as she stood in line for the restroom. She could hear others talking about the lockdown, and the wild rumors flying around, some seemingly from movies or nightmares. Some of it was said with such conviction that she couldn't just shrug it off like she did before. It was only a few mins and she was finished and heading back out to cross the dance floor again. She could see Grace through the maze of bodies, the hazy smoke and bass of the speakers pounding in the air. Try as she might, she just couldn't forget what she had heard. She muttered to herself all the way back to Grace and taking her seat. "Man, what the hells going on with folks?"
Her country accent was pushing through a bit, having been born and raised in the boon docks. With only a shrug, Grace took a sip from her drink sliding Sasha's over to her. Picking it up, she kinda swirled it around in her hand before she heard a huge crash behind her and women screaming bloody murder. Twirling around and craning her neck to see what happened, all she could tell was a fairly large group of people had starting fighting… and that group was quickly heading straight into Grace and Sasha.
SHIT SHIT SHIT, GRACE GET UP AND MOVE!" Sasha yelled, dragging the other girl with her out of the way and towards the heavy wooden bar where the bartender stood frozen. Scrambling to get up and over the top of it, she helped hoist Grace up. Being clad in jeans and boots helped, since Grace dressed to kill most of the time. Struggling to keep from falling, Sasha held her upright until they could hop behind the bar, ducking down to keep from being hit. The bar tending took his que from them and dropped right beside them. "What the HELL happened?!?" Sasha asked him, her fury easy to see on her face.
Grace Gibson
From the moment Sasha had joined her, Grace had relaxed a bit even if she had been holding her drink. It would be the first of many, she’d been sure and that was why she’d just about downed it right away when Sasha picked up her own.
She barely got a chance to swallow it though, and upon the impact of the crash as well as the screams she didn’t even bother looking up to see what was going on, instead following Sasha’s directions and bolting out of the boot as fast as possible while the girl dragged her along.
Her outfit choice was a big disadvantage and so were the drinks she’d already had that night, making her wobbly on her heels as they carried her body to the bar. If it weren’t for Sasha pulling her over the bar top, that climb would likely take her a while, that is if she’d even get over it without her help.
The second her feet reached the floor on the other side she could hear as well as feel one of her heels crack under the pressure and as she ducked down amongst Sasha and the bartender, she cussed loudly. One would expect for expensive shoes to hold up longer even if they weren’t meant to be used to outrun a fighting mob. The disappointed pout disappeared within seconds though and she looked up at both the bartender and Sasha with an expression of shock and confusion. She shared her roommate’s sentiment but while Sasha was rather vocal about it, Grace’s voice brought them more of a scared mutter.
“I hope everyone is okay... I hope we’ll be okay.” She said, repeating it once as she kicked her heels off, them being a liability more than a welcome item of fashion. One of them being broken only made that matter worse and she’d be better off on her bare feet, at least that was what she figured.
“What was that? Why were they fighting?” She asked, not to either of the two in particular. Her voice was laced with a hint of fear and she turned to be able to put her back towards the bartop, her arms surrounding her knees in a wish to feel safer while the club and heated fight seemed to reach the point of collapsing around them.
Sasha Kingsley
Within minutes of them hopping over the bar, sirens could be heard coming towards them. Many of the brawls tried to break free, but where unable to, due to the fact that many of them were tangled up. A swarm of cops showed up, coming in through the front and back exit with guns drawn. The bartenders face went even paler, if possible, as he stood up at the order for everyone to stand, his hands held up above his head. Sasha did the same, albiet a bit slower. The sweat on her face had drawn whisps of her hair across her cheeks, and the heat of the room caused her to have a redish gleam to her, until she was ushered outside quickly. She quickly kept turning her head, searching for Grace since she didn't know what happened because they didn't take the two out at the same time.
Grace Gibson
At the sound of sirens Grace had instinctively attempted to look at the door, which was impossible due to the bar being in her way. She refused to stand though, at least until she heard the orders to stand and put their hands up. It was only then that she dared push herself up from the floor and stood reluctantly, being careful to not step into bits of broken glass that were possibly scattered on the floor if a bottle or glass wouldn't have survived that evening. Once reassured that there was no glass to step in she too was collected and ushered outside by the cops, who hurried to get everyone out of there.
A shiver ran through her spine at the sight of all the guns and not wishing to make any of them mad, she left her shoes on the floor as they were. They weren't of use to her anymore after all and something told her the cops wouldn't appreciate her wasting their time by attempting to pick them up.
She did her best to not lose track of Sasha by focusing on the red hair of her friend until she eventually lost sight of her, seeing the last glimpse of that red hair disappear into a sea of people. It was from that moment on that she felt even more discomfort, especially considering she wasn't clear headed anymore and losing track of the only person she trusted in that club made her worried.
Once the cool air outside touched her face and the urging hand of the cop was removed from her back, she looked around and tried to locate her once more. It was something she struggled with, mostly because the crowd around her seemed to feel as much unease as she did and some people were screaming in their stress about what happened. Soon enough, it felt like her head was spinning and she found it harder to breathe while people in the crowd closed in on her as more people gathered outside. She wanted to yell at the top of her lungs, cry out for Sasha until she finally spotted her. At least she thought she did, she wasn't quite sure but proceeded to push herself through the crowd and into the woman's direction either way.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha kept answering the questions over and over, the slight buzz she had was now very gone and all she wanted was to leave. After she was done being questioned, she started trying to find Grace, knowing she had more to drink and would get lost in this maze of people. Considering the amount of noise, she didn't think she could be heard over it all, so she found a bench a stood up on it, searching for Grace. And while the cops looked at her oddly, and the drunks from the bar cat called out to her, she flipped them off and stayed in place looking through to throng of stumbling, pukey, and a few bloody people.
Grace Gibson
She was sure it was indeed Sasha when she proceeded to walk, nearly reaching her friend by pushing through the last part of the crowd when a drunk man grabbed her by the arm to bring her to a halt.
"I don't think they questioned you yet, missy. I had to be questioned, so do you." he stated with a grin, the whalm of alcohol that left his mouth as he spoke being so overwhelming that Grace had to try her best to lean back before she'd join those that were puking.
The man proceeded to attempt to pull her closer, an attempt to make it clear to her that he possibly had some questions of his own. Anger rising in her, she wanted nothing more than to stomp his foot with all her might but as she was no longer wearing shoes that option would probably hurt her more than help her. Settling for kneeing him in the crotch instead, she finally managed to break free from his grasp and run to Sasha, although not without hurting her feet on the rough pavement.
"I'm so glad I found you." She called out upon reaching her, her emotions getting the best of her as she wrapped her arms around Sasha to the best of her attempts and hugged the woman's legs. "I was so scared." She added, a small sob leaving her lips.
Sasha Kingsley
Sasha hopped down from the bench where she had been, after leaning down to move Grace's arms. "Come on, cops are done with us. Let's get outta here" she said.
But even as she laid an arm over Grace's shoulder to turn her so they could leave, the dude who had been trying to stop Grace before showed up in front of them. Sasha, who'd had enough of tonight, shoved against him when he tried to stop them. "Look man, get lost. Unless you want your ass kicked in front of all these nice people." A cop heard her and was walking over towards them, baton in hand. The drunk ran off, and the cop asked the two if they needed a ride anywhere.
Grace Gibson
Her arms were moved from her roommate's legs and she looked up at her, her gaze following Sasha as she hopped off the bench. She nodded slowly at the thought of finally being able to go home, her head spinning and her feet hurting.
Turning to start walking with Sasha, she widened her eyes in surprise and horror as she saw the man appearing in front of her. Luckily, Sasha had it covered and as the cop came walking in their direction and caused for the man to run away she looked at her roommate with a grateful smile.
"If you could take us back to our dorms that would be very nice, Sir." She said to the cop as he offered to give them a ride. The man nodded and led them to his car, opening the back door so that they could get in. He didn't even ask for the adress, knowing that it could only be one college dorm due to it being a college town.
It wasn't hard to feel like she wouldn't know what to do if it weren't for having Sasha by her side. Cops or not, if Sasha wouldn't have been there she could've gotten seriously hurt that night, multiple times too.
"I'm totally baking you a cake tomorrow" she claimed as she rested her head against Sasha's shoulder. It took her some effort to keep her eyes open but she managed and a small laugh escaped her lips at the realization of her situation. "I should really drink less and I'm never wearing heels again." She added. It were words she had said before but maybe for once, they'd turn out to be true.
Soon enough the campus was visible through the car's window and after it's grounds were crossed, the car came to a halt in front of the dorms. The cop turned to look at the two women on the backseat and gave them a small nod.
"Alright? You two stay out of trouble, okay?" He asked, to which Grace nodded quickly in response.
"Yes Sir, we'll be good" She replied, before opening the door and stepping out of the vehicle with Sasha. It was right before she shut the door behind them that she heard a single sentence of an intern radio call.
We urge you to send all free groups to the capital city, they really need some back-....
The line went silent then aside from some yelling in the distance and the cop that had brought them home raised his eyebrows in surprise. Grace shrugged and closed the door, walking away from the car that departed with screeching tires.
"And then they say cops are responsible," she slurred, taking her roommate's hand to attempt and lead her inside.
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