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Post by bombalurina on Apr 27, 2010 12:20:28 GMT -5
Bombalurina had a bottle of Jack Daniels, two shotglasses, and a plan.
The Bombshell had a reputation. The tall, statuesque Sex Kitten, who always had the snappy comeback and couldn't commit. What a lot of her fellow Jellicles didn't know was that the red queen had a soft side. She showed it mostly around the fragile Demeter, who she felt incredibly protective of. And she'd started to feel it a bit for the Queen from America - Kitrina.
And once Bombalurina's mother hen instincts kicked in, there really was no stopping her. She was going to comfort like nobody's business. But getting the clearly damaged to open up was a bit difficult. That was what the Jack was for.
Padding through the corner of the Junkyard the American was known to haunt, Bombalurina straightened her leather jacket and sat down on the edge of a broken table. "Kitrina?" She called, setting the bottle and glasses down on the splintered wood.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 27, 2010 12:26:19 GMT -5
The cat at first didn't answer, attention drawn off to the horizon, not having budged since she left that group of hooligans earlier. ... well, Munkustrap wasn't exactly a hooligan but she'd learned her lesson. Learned it the hard way but learned it nonetheless.
And then there was the clink.
"What do you--whoa-oh-oh-ohhhhhh, hello booze." The queen shifted, on hands and knees as she crawled toward the treat. "What's the occasion, Missy?" An eyebrow raised. "Please just tell me that you didn't become official with the Rum Tum Tugger. Because then I'd have to smack you with the bottle. .... after I finished it." A smirk.
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Post by bombalurina on Apr 27, 2010 12:32:20 GMT -5
Bombalurina smiled and waved as Kitrina appeared, then picked up the bottle and waved it enticingly. At Kitrina's comment, she rolled her eyes. "Please. The day Tugger becomes official with anybody, Hell will freeze over."
She replaced the bottle on the edge of the table and motioned for Kitrina to come sit beside her. "I was just hanging out with Kam and Munkustrap...and Plato-" she winced "but they bored me so I thought I'd get my drunk on with you."
LIES. All lies, but it wasn't about to tell Kitrina I have this crazy urge to play momma bear to you, I think you need to talk to someone and I figured I could get you to open up better if you're hammered.
"Y'know. Girl time and all that."
To emphasize her point, she uncapped the bottle and poured out two shots. "Cheers?"
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 27, 2010 12:50:32 GMT -5
Kitrina seemed to buy it enough as she took the shot, lifting it up as she clinked it against Bombalurina's, and knocked it back. She made a face with the sting but shook her head. "Been awhile since I had a date with Jack Daniels," she commented idly before refilling her shot glass, a deeper exhale given.
"They can be boring can't they."
But wait. Why was there a pause and wince with Plato? "Was the kid pissing you off, or turning you on?" A little bit of a tease.
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Post by kamaria on Apr 27, 2010 13:00:08 GMT -5
Kamaria was feeling kind of mopey, after being pretty much rejected by Munkustrap. She was wandering aimlessly, hands deep in her jeans pockets, bright red converses kicking at rubble. Moping was childish, she knew that, but dammit, she was sad and lonely, she was allowed to mope.
She stopped and peeked around a pile of tires, when she heard Bombalurina and Kitrina talking. She hesitated behind the tires, curious about what the queens were up to. She could do with a distraction, but she really didn't want to be the lame kid who crashes the cool kids' party. Gah.
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Post by bombalurina on Apr 27, 2010 13:02:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, they really can. Kamaria seems...fine. For a housecat." A note of bitterness there. Bom wasn't a huge fan of housecats. "But Munk and Plato? Not my types."
Bombalurina knocked back her shot, squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then refilled the small glass. At the mention of Plato, she snorted. "Pissing me off. But he always kind of pisses me off. Plato's-" she paused, searching for the right words "-such a meathead."
She idly rolled her re-filled shotglass between her hands. "I have never met anyone who wants to see my boobs that badly. EVER."
Bom tipped her head back to smell the air. A scent she recognized, but just barely. "Someone is hiiiii-dinggggg." she sing-songed, looking around.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 27, 2010 13:15:17 GMT -5
"Eh, at least you're hot enough to get the attention. You know you're ugly when Plato won't even hit on you," Kitrina exhaled, though her ears picked up when Bombalurina seemed to sense they weren't alone. How had she been so distracted, she didn't notice?
"Jack likes to get around!" she called, somewhat of an invitation as she downed the second shot.
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Post by kamaria on Apr 27, 2010 13:22:56 GMT -5
Kamaria sheepisly stepped out from behind the tires.
"Hey guys. Sorry, didn't mean to crash your party," she said, rubbing self-consciously behind her right ear. She eyed Bombalurina warily. She had a feeling the red queen didn't particularly like her.
"I, uh, I'll leave you be, if you were in the middle of something private."
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 27, 2010 13:34:57 GMT -5
"Here," Kitrina said, a little loosely as she poured another shot and extended the glass to the younger queen. "You can have this, and Bomby can have hers, and I'm going to make love with Jack Daniels right now." She tilted the bottle back, taking two consecutive swigs before lowering it with a grin. Immature, yes. Did she care? No.
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Post by kamaria on Apr 27, 2010 13:41:40 GMT -5
Kamaria hesitated, not sure how keen Bombalurina was on having her around. Kamaria would quite like to be friends with her, but the red queen wasn't exactly throwing herself at Kamaria with glee, and she really wasn't in the mood for conflict right now.
She walked over to the two, and accepted the drink, still hesitant, and then just stood there, awkwardly, fidgeting with the glass, still not sure if she would be welcome at the table.
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Post by bombalurina on Apr 27, 2010 17:40:05 GMT -5
Bombalurina raised an arched eyebrow as Kamaria slunk into view. Speak of the devil. She eyed the other queen with a carefully neutral face. Bom wasn't big on housecats, but Kamaria hadn't done anything to deserve any of the Scarlet queen's famous snark. So she decided being civil was the way to go. Kitrina seemed comfortable around Kamaria. Hopefully enough so to talk.
"Yeah Kamaria, join us-" Bombalurina said, trying to inject an inviting tone into her voice. She'd resisted the urge to call her 'housecat'. It wasn't a derogatory term or anything, but she always spat the word with a bit of venom.
She turned back to Kitrina, downing her show and watching with an amused expression as the other queen took the entire bottle for herself. "Eh. Play-doh was probably distracted. In my humble opinion - he'd sleep with anything that moves, especially a pretty little thing like yourself." She wrestled the Jack away from Kitrina to pour herself a third shot, feeling her brain begin to swim.
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Post by kamaria on Apr 27, 2010 17:48:24 GMT -5
Hesitantly, Kamaria sat down at the table. She eyed the drink in her hand suspiciously, sniffed it, then poured it down quickly, and made a grimace.
"Ugh. Not used to this stuff," she said, sticking her tongue out, pulling a face.
"So, what's the occasion, anyway?"
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 27, 2010 17:52:13 GMT -5
"Nuhnnn, greedy bitch," Kitrina fumbled, laughing a little bit as she tried to scramble for the bottle. "You know that's not true. He never has. I'm not pretty like you ladies. Why is that? I thought I looked fine." She stood up on the table then, it a little rickety or maybe it was the slight lack in balance as she downed the liquor so quickly. Hands smoothed over her sides. "I'm skinny as fuck. Maybe it's my tits. God damn it." And, she sat down atop the table before flopping back.
"Hm? Occasion?" she inquired, lazily looking at Kamaria. "... it's... it's... the Bombalurina sucks because she steals the booze from me!" And a laugh fell off the queen's lips.
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Post by bombalurina on Apr 28, 2010 14:52:06 GMT -5
Bombalurina knocked back her third shot giggling. "Your gooooorgeous, Kitrina, my dear. Damn fine." Watching Kitrina practically chug the bottle caused her to snicker. "Slow down, cowgirl." Bombalurina knew very little about America, but she knew they had cowboys. And by proxy, probably some cows.
"AND, the Bombshell don't steal. She...borrows. with class and grace." She scrabbled for the bottle, failed and sat back on her knees, staring at her empty glass. "I should probably slow down but I don't wanna."
She held out her shotglass for Kirtina to pour her a bit more. She didn't want to get TOO fucked up. She'd probably forget her plan. And this was all about the plan.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 28, 2010 15:05:52 GMT -5
"You know, in America... we're... Americans."
Brilliance, sheer brilliance.
She extended a somewhat wobbly hand to pour the bottle, refilling Bombalurina's shot glass to the brim, slipping some before leaning back. "Naah. I'm... not. Not anymore. I used to be, sorta, before I followed Chris here."
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Post by kamaria on Apr 28, 2010 15:32:06 GMT -5
Kamaria felt woozy already. After one shot. Gee, that wasn't embarrassing, not at all. Kitrina and Bombalurina were well on the way to being hammered already. Kamaria was fine with tipsy, for now, really. Tingly. Hee.
She blinked at the mention of Chris.
"Chris? Who's that? You've never talked about him before."
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 28, 2010 16:58:41 GMT -5
Kitrina absolutely snorted, seeming positively offended by the statement. "Of course I talked about him before," although she never had. "He was my mate. Almost husband." As soon as she spoke, however, her expression changed, the giggling having stopped as she looked to the bottle and took a hard drink, barely able to swallow that time. "He was my northern lad."
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Post by kamaria on Apr 28, 2010 17:08:48 GMT -5
Kamaria's interest was piqued. Kitrina had never talked about her past before, and Kamaria was really, really curious. Maybe there was some good reason as to why the grey queen was so reserved and sometimes introverted.
"What happened?" she asked quietly, carefully. She wanted the queen to talk, so she was trying to be careful with the fishing, trying to avoid Kitrina clamming up again.
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Post by bombalurina on Apr 28, 2010 18:32:18 GMT -5
Bombalurina settled back on her haunches, letting Kamaria and Kitrina steer the conversation. At the mention of Chris, her ears perked up. She was careful to keep close tabs on what was being sad, not wanting to bombard Kitrina with questions about her former mate. She opened her mouth to speak, but Kamaria beat her to the punch, so she idly tilted her head to one side, hoping Kitrina would provide them with an answer rather than change the subject.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 28, 2010 18:40:46 GMT -5
Kitrina's gaze shifted to the distance, always the same spot over the far horizon as if she were drawn to it. Nothing ever changed.
Her fingers closed harder around the bottle, though she wasn't aware of it, a glaze coming to her eyes.
"Killed. They were killed."
Four words that she'd been silent about for years. Four long words. Four extended words. A change from the singular to plural. She'd tried to fight, she really had, but she was too weak, not even strong enough to stay conscious, to know what happened to the corpses though she searched.
Her stomach ached a bit from the alcohol but she forced another hard gulp. She needed it.
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Post by kamaria on Apr 28, 2010 19:12:18 GMT -5
"They?" Kamaria shifted, getting more comfortable in her seat. She was curious about what could've happened. Obviously something really bad, judging by how sad and distant she became. Maybe that's what she'd thought of earlier, with Munkustrap? Hmm.
She wanted Kitrina to open up, but she didn't want to pry and force what was obviously a very touchy subject, so in stead she just murmured "I'm sorry."
A little hesitantly, she touched Kitrina's hand gently, hoping the gesture would be comforting, and not an invasion of personal space. Kamaria always found it hard to figure out whether physical contact was okay or not with cats she weren't close with. She knew Kitrina okay well, but she wasn't sure whether or not the grey queen considered Kamaria a friend, or just tolerable company.
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Post by bombalurina on Apr 28, 2010 19:47:18 GMT -5
Bombalurina tensed up at Kitrina's startling confession. Well shit. She hadn't been expecting that. She put her glass down and her expression softened considerably. "Oh, honey-" she whispered more to herself than anyone else.
This was more than Bom had bargained for. She was expecting maybe a bad breakup, a shitty relationship, nasty home life. She hadn't expected death to be in the equation. That was barely in Bom's bubble when she wasn't drunk, let alone as buzzed as she was right now.
Her expression solemn, she flicked her tail nervously.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 28, 2010 20:13:39 GMT -5
Kitrina allowed the touch though her body stiffened. "Just... they. ... you... don't want to know?" To divulge the last part would make it worse, a secret she kept from everyone except the seldom few who knew, such as Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. It'd bring about the admission, the more glaring fact that she'd failed at her attempt to be a mother. That she was too young.
She was a teenager then. A good meaning but stupid one.
Arms wrapped around her waist, and the bottle clinked. She was feeling ill, her stomach twisting into knots.
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Post by bombalurina on Apr 28, 2010 22:40:07 GMT -5
"Babydoll, you don't have to talk about anything you don't want to," Bombalurina said in a businesslike way, tail still swishing back and forth, showing her anxiety. She could see this conversation sliding dangerously downhill, so she rallied what little was left of her sensible mind (it was being slowly eaten away by the alcohol in her system).
She decided turning attention back to the booze and away from dead mates was probably the best idea. She held out her shotglass, a bit unsteadily.
"Come on. We are here to enjoy ourselves and get hammered. Kit, if you wanna talk - talk. If you wanna just drink - you can join the club." She offered the other queen a kind smile and place a hand on one of the arms wrapped around her waist. "Hey. You okay?"
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 28, 2010 22:50:38 GMT -5
"Yeah... yeah... more... drink." And, another long drink was taken before she waved the bottle for either of them to take in offering, thoroughly trashed, and wanting to get even more so. The support from her fellow queens was warm and welcoming. "I really loved Chris," she said, a slight slur to her voice. "Loved him more than anything. My molasses. That's... he's how I met Jerrie and Teazer. I always got on with Jerrie. I got to know Chris's other friends too... I didn't like them. I don't know. I used to be stunning. I think so. I wasn't this thin."
Drunken ramblings.
"Orange tabby. Lots of scars by the end. His eye was swollen shut. He liked to fight, but you know how they are in the north. God, he even wore a kilt this one time."
A laugh surfaced. "God, I loved him so much. L-love him still. He was--he was so sweet, you know. And he loved me. Loved me so much. The only one to love me. He'd get so angry. He'd be angry if he knew I looked elsewhere. So--so I can't. Yo-you know I haven't kissed since then? He'd... he'd get angry. So angry. God, I don't... I don't want to make Chris angry. He loved me."
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Post by bombalurina on Apr 28, 2010 23:12:23 GMT -5
Kitrina was rambling. Bombalurina squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stave off the numbness that was slowly spreading through her body. She really shouldn't have had so much so fast, but she could hardly help herself. For all her bluster, she was kind of a lightweight. Grabbing onto the last couple strings of good advice she had left, she turned around and took Kitrina lightly by the shoulders.
"Honey, calm down" Although the scarlet queen was usually a bit condescending around violent displays of emotion, her nurturing instincts had kicked in hard. Her voice was low and soothing and she made the 'shh, shh, shh' noises she often made when Deme was being particularly skittish. She scooted closer, so her arms were loosely around the mildly hysterical Queen. "Come on now, just let it out."
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 28, 2010 23:24:06 GMT -5
"Nhn... no. I'm.. I'm fine. He. He just would... he'd be angry if he saw me... if he saw me look at another tom. He'd kill--he'd be angry. So angry." The queen struggled in the grasp weakly before she let her body slump, the bottle set down on the table. Slumping against Bombalurina's chest, she let her eyes go to that same spot though she refused to cry, even in that state of inebriation holding strong, maybe too strong or maybe she was just all cried out.
It'd been years since she cried. Since Mungojerrie and her had found little Georgie and she saw his abandonment, then had to give him away. How old would hers have been? She knew she should know the answer, but she kept seeing them as the infants they were.
"He could make me feel so good when we were making love," she laughed, nuzzling up, turning her head so she could look at Kamaria. "Seriously, he was... he was something. I'd never been kissed before him. God... we were together forever. I didn't know how sex worked even. His knees, God, he was amazing. I just... sometimes I didn't like it when... he was loyal to his friends, he didn't mean anything by it. I mean, like he just wanted to share the wealth."
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Post by kamaria on Apr 29, 2010 4:03:55 GMT -5
Kamaria was surprised by Kitrina's show of strong emotions. This was not what she'd expected.
She backed off when Bombalurina's nurturing gene kicked in. She felt pushed aside, but this wasn't about her, this was about Kitrina. Bombularina and Kitrina were close. Kamaria was just... Kamaria. So she left the comforting to Bombalurina for now, and pulled her own legs close, hugging the knees.
"Share the wealth?" she asked, blinking. In her head, it sounded like... she hoped she'd misinterpreted it.
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Post by Kitrina on Apr 29, 2010 21:17:24 GMT -5
Kitrina gave a smile, though it was bitter. "He loved me. He loved me like no other. And he was a good tom. Really was. Mighty good." But she couldn't help the goosebumps along her shoulders, the painfulness of memory, the way she shifted her body so she sat on her knees, tail pulled snugly against her rump, protectively almost.
"He loved me. He really did," she tried to emphasize. "He... he loved me like no one else would. So much."
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Post by bombalurina on Apr 29, 2010 21:30:21 GMT -5
Bombalurina shook Kitrina, lightly. "Kit, hun, you gotta listen to me. If share the wealth means what I think it means, you didn't have yourself a fine man. Anyone who gets angry for lookin' at someone else, and I'm guessing he got angry enough to hurt you, is scum. And you are worth a thousand times more than that. You hear me?"
Sober, Bom might not have been so bold, but the alcohol loosened her tongue and jump-started her emotions. Bom was the kind of queen who would never let herself be treated badly, and hated to see it happen to others. She braced herself, pretty sure she was going to get a very angry response.
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