Room 507, Tuesday night

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia bounced a left over bouncy ball against the wall. And pretended she wasn't staring at her open door or at the phone.

She was supposed to go find Furball, tonight.

She had music playing. Lucas hadn't let her take home the CD she stole, but he had given her a mix he kept around "for educational purposes". All weird indy rock, all the time. Currently it was some nasal sounding guy pretending to be a cat.

Not so much for the cheering her up, but it was kinda cute.

She eyed her brownies. She was being careful; she knew she hadn't had any in long enough that it would hit her damn hard.

But, ooo, it would be so good.

She looked at the phone. She looked at the door. She looked at the clock. She looked at the brownies.

Screw it.

. . .

Which was how she ended up, an hour later, upside-down on the couch, giggling insanely at Bitterwoman on the TV while listening to the Postal Service.

They will see us waving from such great heights,
Come down now, they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
Come down now . . . .

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter stopped by Nadia's room on his way to Victor's. It sort of counted as going straight home.

Sort of. Given the five stripes on his face, what were a few more for stopping in to tell her in person?

"Nadia?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia jerked, blinked, and yanked off her headphones. She blinked at Walter for rather a long time.

"Butlery." She said. "Didn't go well, huh."

She performed an odd, half-hearted roll onto her side. "Can we go get my cat now?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Um. No. Alfred sent me home and told me to go straight to bed. I told him about your cat and he said I'd probably hurt Furball if I tried to help you right now."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia frowned. "How would you . . . ." Her voice trailed off as she peered at him. "Ohhhhh. You went to the music store, too." She grinned. "The brownies are awesome!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"The brownies? Yeah, they were good..." He frowned and thought about Alfred's assignment. "What was in the brownies?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia rolled her eyes. "Pot. Obviously," She blinked again. "Madre del dios, you've never been stoned before!" And the grin came back. "It's like your birthday!" And the grin went away. "Your birthday that you got hit for. And no cat." She slumped. "Happy frickin' birthday."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"There were drugs in the food? Why did they do that?! Didn't they know?"

Walter flopped down on the couch next to her. "Alfred's going to hit me again if I don't get some sleep, but I could take a nap and come get you to look for Furball. This stuff doesn't last forever, does it?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia snorted. "Couple hours of stone at most. Most people can tell when they eat a hash brownie. If they've eaten one before, I guess. Very distinctive smell and taste." She rolled her head towards him. "Careful with the napping, though. I have a tendency to sleep hard if I got to bed stoned." She sat up a little straighter, and her gaze got fuzzy for a few moments. "Your Alfred-guy is prob'ly right, though. You won't do no good finding Furball if you're stoned. Not if you're not used to it."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I ate a lot of brownies," Walter said, chagrined. "I didn't know that's what they were. Alcohol? Sure. But hash? No. Definitely not."

He sighed, annoyed with himself. "I'm sorry. I wanted to help you. In the morning?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia gave him a slow nod. "It's cool. If Furball's been okay this long, he should last the night. He's tough; he's a street-cat. Don't worry." She leans back, going into stoner-lecture mode. "And it isn't hash. Hash is like pot, but treated with opium or something. A less is more kinda thing. Much less, and much more. People call 'em hash brownies, but that's a total miss-somethingorother." She patted him rather firmly on the back. "Sometime, when you've got no responsibilities for the evening, we'll have to get you stoned proper, 'kay?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter shrugged, it wasn't as though it had been terrible, just... yeah. "Maybe. When I know I don't have to take care of anything or be anywhere near Alfred."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded as though this was the wisdom of the ages. "That's what I'm talkin' about. Now, don't you have a boyfriend to snuggle your wounds away, or something?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter flushed slightly. "Yeah. I just wanted to come tell you myself that I couldn't help you tonight. I don't want to accidentally hurt Furball when I promised I wouldn't hurt him."

[nadiathesaint]

"Cool." She tilted her head. "Hey, don't suppose I can have a couple cigarettes off you before you go?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"When am I ever without?" Walter tossed her the rest of the pack he had and left. He was heading to Victor's where he wasn't going to be able to smoke anyway.

[nadiathesaint]

"Thanks." Nadia tucked them into the pocket of her hoodie. "Gimme a call tomorrow, okay?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"You bet."