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WHO: R Lutece and her Final Fantasy boys
WHERE: Lutece labs
WHEN: Early march, fowrard-dating like hellllllllll
WHAT: One time Rosalind got really upset and really traumatized b/c FUCK EVENTS so she's coping like a mature adult, ie, drinking
WARNINGS: Alcohol abuse I guess? this isn't a serious log

[Two whole weeks with Malik at her side.

Two whole weeks with her tormentor constantly snapping and bickering, glaring and snarling at her; two weeks suppressing every flinch, every whine of terror, every tremble and sign of weakness, and for what? For him to deny it happened at all. For him to have the audacity to say it had never happened, as though she'd simply dreamed up being held captive in a warehouse and tortured.

Never mind what he'd done to the others. Never mind that she'd almost bled out; that she still has nightmares over it. That there's times when she wakes up and she could swear she's covered in something hot and sticky, her breath labored and her mind in a panic, a searing pain in her stomach . . .

But no. She must be making it up. He doesn't remember, so clearly it must not have happened.

She doesn't want to talk about it. She really has absolutely no urge to discuss it. The moment she's released she heads home. Noctis' things are still in the living room, and she can hear male voices from the kitchen, suggesting either Gladio or Ignis (or perhaps Prompto) are here, but frankly? She doesn't care. She heads straight for the shower, slamming the bathroom door behind her, and uses up all the hot water as she scrubs the sweat and ash from her body. And when she's done, she ties her damp hair back and dons a pair of jeans and a fitted t-shirt, and heads straight for her liquor cabinet. And ah, there they are, and she raises an eyebrow.]

You're welcome to join me, if you'd like, so long as you follow my rules, which are thus: one, if you vomit anywhere, you're both cleaning it and replacing whatever it is you ruined. Two, I don't know the dynamics between you all, but don't bloody well touch each other while you're in my house, because if I'm not going to get laid tonight, neither are any of you. And three, I am going to get very, very drunk tonight, so if any of you does anything stupid like do too many shots and dies from alcohol poisoning, that's on you, not me.

[And saying thus, she grabs a shotglass and some scotch and downs it in one quick movement.]

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[What the fuck.

What the hell is up with Dr. Lutece?]

Uh. Okay.

...Doc, is it "ethical" to invite your students to get drunk enough to get alcohol poisoning?

[Granted, he's not a student anymore. Actually, her only student here now is Noctis, and, well...

Gladio catches Noctis' eye and shrugs at him.]

Oh, are you my student again, Gladiolus? I wasn't aware.

[That's another shot being poured, and she turns, glancing over at him.]

And no, it isn't. We aren't on school grounds, to start with, and you're in my house, so frankly, any ethical issues fall on your shoulders, not mine.

And I did say try not to poison yourselves.

[ It’s been a while since he’s left the hospital, so it’s pretty safe to say that getting drunk is an intentional activity in mind here. But that isn’t exactly why they came over, is it? Rosalind storms past them, diving right into the liquor cabinet, and he can tell she’s had a day. Or a month.

It hasn’t been easy for anyone.

The “dont touch each other” command has Noctis briefly jolting where he stands. He grimaces briefly, looking away to compose himself. Definitely not in anyone’s direction, much less Prompto. They don’t know yet, Rosalind!!!!

By the time he gathers himself, he looks at a Gladio at the right moment, meeting that shrug. He purses his lips a bit and rubs the back of his head. ]

This isn’t a first for her anyway. She drank me under the table a few times I’ve come over.

[ Noctis sighs. He’s definitrely not making a bet with her, but he’s had a shit month too, so why not drink? ]

Fill one up for me.

[prompto's on a nearby couch, cuddling with the dogs which he had missed so much. rufus tries sitting on his lap, taking over much of the space--big dog that he is--and tiny crawls up on his arms. he stops at rosalind's entrance and stares around at her words.]

[no one in this house knows he's dropped out of university yet, not even noctis, and no one new in this house knows about him and noctis.]

[it's after a moment that he decides to stand up and go past the dogs, patting down his front from any fur remains on his clothes]

Why you gotta make it all weird, Gladio? What's a couple of drinks? Bet we'll have more fun if you just go with the flow.

[and then he's almost skipping towards ros, all smiles as he leans back against a nearby counter, hands on the edge like an eager and coy boy willing to make good]

Can I have one too, Doc?

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[She glances back significantly at Gladio. Do you see how the twink is acting? This, this is how you get to be on her good side, by sucking up. Watch and learn.]

Of course.

[She says it magnanimously, in no small part because she's not exactly built to down scotch like it's water, so it's starting to hit. But she's not sloppy as she pours Prompto a shot of . . . ooh, turns out she picked vodka, sorry about that nail-polish taste, buddy. Noctis gets some too, because she is both kind and generous. Maybe even Ignis, if he's around!

But not Gladio. Not until he asks properly.

Somewhere, there's a despondent scream. Kawaii-san is not happy. There are men here, strange men (except Noct, he knows Noct, but the rest are strange), and he's chilly and he hasn't seen Mum in a month and what the fuck is happening, this is his kingdom and it has been invaded . . . he flops over Rosalind's feet, full of despair.

No one has ever had it worse than him in this moment.]

[dear god, it tastes horrible. prompto makes a noise of distaste after the vodka has burnt down his throat. he sticks his tongue out and coughs in an amazing same motion]

--you... got anything sweeter...?

[his voice is but a whiny sound at this point, which gets totally ignored (likely) by the ugly cat that's decided to make its appearance and flop all over rosalind's feet. prompto's eyes widen]

[and he's immediately smitten]

Awmygods who's this?!

[on the floor he goes, reaching his hand out to kawaii-san] Soooo cute!

[Yes. Yes, this is . . . marginally better. He is somewhat appeased. Rolling onto his back, he stares pathetically at Prompto. Love him.]

His name, sadly, is Kawaii-san, and he was foisted onto me by Souji when he visited, because apparently my house has become a place for young men to congregate.

[Sweeter . . . hmm, no, she doesn't really have anything sweeter, but she gestures vaguely towards the kitchen.]

You can try and find something to mix it with, if you'd like. I haven't the faintest idea what Noctis has kept stocked over the past month, but try your luck.

[Annnd that's another shot being poured for herself.]

Someone mix me something!

[is all that will be heard from prompto, who is definitely beyond cupboard level, trying to make friends with the wonderful cat before him. his arms are outstretched, hands petting at the specimen. it'll be a miracle if he doesn't get clawed at.]

Baaaaby.

[he had one shot of vodka.]

[This is his new favorite. This is bliss. This is heaven. This is what he deserves. Kawaii-san is absolutely going to claw at him, but in an amiable way. He won't draw blood, that's how much he likes this boy.]

You're going to spoil him.

[She sounds amused, though, as she finally settles down on the couch with a proper glass, like a mature lady.

A mature lady who is curling her legs beneath herself, surrounded by young men, intent on getting them all drunk. It's been a long month, okay, let her live.]

[And it is at this moment as I, a slow piece of shit, enter into this thread, Ignis also exits the bathroom in which he'd promptly scuttled toward as soon as Lutece exited because someone needed a bathroom break.

When Ignis returns to the merry group, perching his glasses upon his nose again after giving them a quick clean, he stops dead in his tracks.]

Doctor, I had no idea you owned... a pet.

[What is that horrid thing please don't tell him he has to get near it.]

You don't like him?

[She's grinning, amused by his attempts at not being rude.]

I have a pet because one of my-- oh, call him a nephew, why don't we, we might as well-- thinks that it's amusing to distribute cats to anyone and everyone.

His name is Kawaii-san. Go say hello.

[Don't be rude don't be rude don't be rude don't be.]

Ah, it's a. Cat.

[Is she sure it isn't actually an oversized rat? Because that's what it looks like. And no he is not saying no and not stepping any further, so he'll just. Hang out here. Awkwardly.]

[Kawaii-san, with a cat's unerring sense of who hates cats the most, immediately leaps down. Ignoring Prompto's loving arms, he comes up to Ignis, staring up at him.

Stiffly, he claws at his trousers.]

Pick him up. Go on.

[At least Rosalind seems to be enjoying herself. But Ignis had best decide quick what he wants to do, because Kawaii-san (much like his owner) is not a patient cat. Within a moment there's a scream, loud and irritated, a mah of a noise that demands attention.

And it will repeat, over and over, until Iggy gives in.]

[Ignis doesn't hate cats?? He just doesn't enjoy them, especially when they are huge hairless abominations of nature that are clawing at a perfectly decent pair of pants.

If there were ever a moment where he would allow himself to show a sign of weakness, it would be now, as Ignis looks to be nearly in pain as his gaze darts from the others down to this. This beastly thing, howling like its from the deepest, darkest pits of hell.

Please. Please save him have mercy PLEASE]

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