She settles a little at his abrupt shift in demeanor. She touched some kinda nerve there, probably Johnny-related, whoops. But at least he's moping instead of yelling at her. She can deal with that. She sighs heavily.
"I'm sorry," she says. "It's not personal, I don't really run anything by anyone. I didn't think just checking it out would be so freakin' offensive, but now I guess I know it'll be up my ass if I so much as sneeze on it."
She slumps, feeling the heavy curtain of drunkenness draping over her. "Rush and Greta saved me," she reiterates. "And Rush is adamant he's going to fix the thing. The outlook is not good but he's... him." Ugh. She doesn't want to think about that. "Your brother is very invested in it getting better too, cause apparently I am his best fucking hope, and Rush saw fit to piss him off, cause, you know, he's him!" She lets out a loose, fuck-it kind of laugh. "So. I'm sorry for promising your... whatever help you can offer, it's just, I owe them. They saved my life and all I have to offer right now is being this massive ungrateful fuck-up."
She decides Gabe has the right idea and leans forward to rest her head on the table as well. She imagines they must look ridiculous.
"I am bullshit," she mumbles. "We're all bullshit. We probably don't deserve you."
Christ, she must be hammered, saying shit like that. Wasn't there something important that happened a while ago that she didn't quite register? She struggles to wind back in the conversation.
"Wait." She sits up, too quickly, now the room is spinning, good, great. She hesitates, furrowing her brow at the table as she struggles to metaphysically steady herself. "What did you... Did you say you were in the Rift? When did that happen?"
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"I'm sorry," she says. "It's not personal, I don't really run anything by anyone. I didn't think just checking it out would be so freakin' offensive, but now I guess I know it'll be up my ass if I so much as sneeze on it."
She slumps, feeling the heavy curtain of drunkenness draping over her. "Rush and Greta saved me," she reiterates. "And Rush is adamant he's going to fix the thing. The outlook is not good but he's... him." Ugh. She doesn't want to think about that. "Your brother is very invested in it getting better too, cause apparently I am his best fucking hope, and Rush saw fit to piss him off, cause, you know, he's him!" She lets out a loose, fuck-it kind of laugh. "So. I'm sorry for promising your... whatever help you can offer, it's just, I owe them. They saved my life and all I have to offer right now is being this massive ungrateful fuck-up."
She decides Gabe has the right idea and leans forward to rest her head on the table as well. She imagines they must look ridiculous.
"I am bullshit," she mumbles. "We're all bullshit. We probably don't deserve you."
Christ, she must be hammered, saying shit like that. Wasn't there something important that happened a while ago that she didn't quite register? She struggles to wind back in the conversation.
"Wait." She sits up, too quickly, now the room is spinning, good, great. She hesitates, furrowing her brow at the table as she struggles to metaphysically steady herself. "What did you... Did you say you were in the Rift? When did that happen?"