Time Warp: Not Close Enough

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

June, 2016

Since graduating in 2015, Sawyer and Lucy decided to develop something of a college-bound tradition. That they would register the day they graduated as something of a celebration. Finally getting the hell out of that school. Sawyer was kicking ass in her general studies courses. She mightn't have jumped right into classes post-grad, but once she did, she was proving to be a hell of a lot more than anyone ever expected. For Lucy, college just... Wasn't something she was keen on. But Ivy was more than happy to give her a full work load tattooing. She was content with that. She was content with a lot of things.

There was this girl that she loved who adamantly lived on campus at the university of Vermont. Lucy got it, she supposed. Penny needed her own space and all that. But after a year she basically lived with the dynamic duo, she just wouldn't admit it.

At any rate, they'd been drinking for a fair while already that night. Sufficed to say, Lucy was a little out of it. The ridiculous reminiscing over high school bullshit was throwing the Aussie into idle fits of laughter, and she'd only really stop to tap her shot glass against the table, the universal non-verbal request that this bitch should give her more tequila.

"So like," Lucy started, leaning back on the couch and bringing the full little glass with her. Jesus, she was going to feel awful in the morning, "Did you decide what you wanna do? Can't piss around in general forever, bub."

[Sawyer Lynn]

Sawyer was pissing around in general studies. She had yet to find a major, something she didn't want to concentrate on until she had a proper year to herself. Sure, she wasn't doing too bad, actually receiving praise for some of them even, which was a far cry from what she had been dealing with in high school. But she knew she had to buckle down some time.

Tonight though, was not the time to do so. Tonight was about celebrating leaving Hammel in their dust. Tonight was about two best friends chilling and just having a general good time. With booze.

The indication that she should fill Lucy's empty shot glass up was complied to immediately as she filled her own as well. The bottle was nearing empty so Sawyer just guzzled the rest after she threw down her little shot glass.

Hissing at the burning sensation, she had to shake her head a few times and make Lucy repeat her question. She emitted an indecipherable sound from the back of her throat and lifted her legs to drape them over Lucy's lap. "I wanna DJ." She paused before burping. "Maybe. But like, I know that's kinda...I don't know...more hobby than career for me." She laughed as a thought appeared in her head. "Because like...can you imagine me with grey hair and arthritis tryina spin?" she snorted and laughed even more.

"I don't wanna grow up." She elongated the last syllable, hanging her head over the couch arm.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

But of course, Sawyer was too kind to fill the little glass. She crinkled her nose when she drank the rest. Not like there wasn't another bottle in the apartment, but that would require getting up. Still, Lucy stared at the glass for a brief moment, watching a little of the contents spill slightly over her hand when Sawyer decided to throw her legs onto the ink manipulator's lap. She quickly downed it so she didn't lose more, opting to run her tongue along her hand to catch the rest before running it across her shirt.

She already knew Sawyer wanted to DJ. But the way she backtracked out of the answer was a little daunting. Was it so stupid to follow things that were so undefined? She let it slide. For now.

"You're a bloody adult." Lucy retorted, throwing her head back with an obnoxious laugh. Here she was, two years older than this girl - turning-twenty-two to her turning-twenty - and she was calling out who was the proverbial adult. "If you don't wanna college, don't college. You bitches barely look like you like that shit."

Okay, that was a lie. Penny was studying English, and she clearly adored it. At least one of these bitches didn't seem one hundred percent satisfied with their choice.

[Sawyer Lynn]

Not realising the implications behind her words, Sawyer went on with her actions.

"I know I am." She shot back with a grumble. "But I don't wanna." She whined, nudging Lucy's stomach with her socked up foot. Only with Lucy could she be this needy and not care about repercussions. Besides, they were in their own apartment, who could call her out for being a needy bitch with her best friend?

"Hey! I'm doing fucking awesome thanks." Sawyer slurred before snorting and full out laughing at the statement. "Better than I was in Hammel thas f'fuckin' sure." She giggled and ran her fingers through her hair, sighing. "Damn Hammel."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Leaning forward, Lucy opted to drop the glass she still held down on the surface. When she leaned back again, she kicked her feet up, cringing and crinkling her nose at the way her friend poked her with her foot. Like it actually hurt.

"Did I fucking say you weren't?" Lucy asked, furrowing her eyebrows instantly in defence. But it didn't take long for all that residual anger to melt away. "I'm like, proud of you. Jesus." She rolled her eyes at the compliment she offered, reaching out and idly pulling at the socks she wore. Sitting still was always difficult.

"Fuck." Lucy swore, twisting her mouth, "Hammel, aye? Memory lane type shit?"

[Sawyer Lynn]

"No you fucking didn't but it's the fucking truth. And it needs to be fucking said. I am bloody fucking brilliant, Oz." Sawyer gave Lucy her shit-eating grin and slid off the couch to crawl over to where they kept their alcohol. Pulling out a brand new bottle of tequila, she crawled back to Lucy and decided to just stay on the floor, laying her head against the side of Lucy's knee. She unscrewed the cap and drank straight from the bottle before passing it up to Lucy.

"I know you love me." She responded to the compliment with a lazy smirk.

At the disdain in Lucy's voice when their alma mater was mentioned, Sawyer chuckled and nodded. "Remember how we met though?" She smirked as the memory came back to her. "Hands down, best first meet I'd ever encountered."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy breathed an audible frustrated sigh when Sawyer went on, and she allowed her to slide away with ease. Even if she was just getting comfortable where they were. It was her call - the Australian just frowned at the fact. IN the break away from the voice mimic, the ink manipulator checked her phone for any signs of life from the Vermont campus. Nothing.

Sawyer was back moments later, and she glanced up again, watching her huddle close to the couch and drink from the bottle.

"Don't even need to declare that shit any more." She replied quickly, grinning to herself as she glanced towards the ceiling.

The thought of how they met tugged a more genuine smile to her features, and a brief laugh tracked through her body. "I remember a hottie with a miraculous rack and a bloody power drill." Reaching forward, she pushed her hand past Sawyer's face, towards the bottle with a grabby hand; "She was a bit short, but a total babe."

[Sawyer Lynn]

"Don't mind if I do." Sawyer shook her head and hissed at the liquid settling in her stomach. "Because I love you man. I mean...you da bitch for me." The voice mimic grinned and hiccuped.

Just as the memory made Lucy smile, so did Sawyer. At the mention of her miraculous rack, Sawyer looked down at them and sigh. "They got me in such good tight jams most of the time. But it still didn't let me get you. It's a crime I tells ya." She sighed before pushing the bottle into Lucy's hand.

"Hey, I wasn't short. I was cute. Pocket-sized fun." She hiccuped again and started to crawl back up on the couch, landing breathlessly on Lucy's lap again. "Everything's so heavy." She whined. "Oh shit, you feel nice." Sawyer sighed into the couch before adjusting herself properly so she was in the same position as before; legs splayed across Lucy's although this time, Sawyer had curled up against Lucy's side with her head on the other girl's shoulder. Drunk Sawyer apparently equaled an affectionate Sawyer.

"Gimme bottle." She reached a hand out and sighed happily. "This is niiiice though."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy tried her best not to laugh at the sentiment offered to her, but she failed. Hard. And burst out laughing. She knew it was supposed to be serious, but how was she supposed to manage that?

She took hold of the bottle handed to her, running a finger along the glass momentarily before glancing back towards her. "Doesn't mean I'm gonna stop looking." Because really, she was sure she'd always be staring at Sawyer. How could she not?

"Pocket-sized fun." She repeated, snerking a significant laugh at the fact. It was a perfectly accurate description. She allowed her buddy to curl into her side, resting her head against her own to provide comfort. Comfort she needed too.

She slowly nodded her head at the way she was talking, pressing her face into her hair idly. A drunk Lucy was equally affectionate. Penny knew that incredibly well. "You're a bloody riot to live with." She replied with a grin, handing the bottle over to her as she requested. She was already drunk as hell - might as well get drunker.

[Sawyer Lynn]

Sawyer had no intentions whatsoever of delivering anything serious tonight. Whatever she hiccuped in her inebriated state shouldn't ever be taken seriously. Which was why when Lucy burst out laughing, no offence was taken and she was laughing right alongside her best friend. That could possibly be due to her inebriation however, her fits of giggles.

Lucy's statement made Sawyer thrust her chest out towards the ink manipulator for a good look. Sawyer had no problems being objectified. She was well proud of her body and she wanted everybody to know that.

Sighing softly when she felt the weight on top of her head, a smile spread slowly across the voice mimic's face. Physical contact was something she had started to crave recently. It was a good thing Lucy was very accommodating in that aspect.

"Right back atcha, bub." Sawyer raised the bottle in her hand and grinned. "D'you 'member tha' firs' time we got drunk together? 'N I almost jumped outta the window b'cause I's convinced I could fly? 'Member tha' though?" She slurred after gulping down some of the liquid from the bottle. "I 'member b'cause I so wanted to make out with you tha' night." She laughed slowly before it built into a high pitched squeal. "I's so sloshed."