Don't You Go

[Carleigh Davidson]

"Maybe I should've looked here first, or something." Carleigh mumbled as a side note. Not that the school had a lot of parties, in her experience. Or reach out to someone, the someone she was still holding onto. Surprise found its way to her features, forgetting that Lucy was older and a repeat senior. Not that the age difference ever mattered. "Still. You still can feel out of place somewhere."

Unlike Lucy, Carleigh's voice was still loud. Seemingly louder in the otherwise silent hall. Her fingers dug in further to the fabric of Lucy's shirt with a heavy exhale. "No... no. Not thinking, obviously." She quickly agreed with a deflated voice. "Clearly I'm no good at that." Thinking, that is. Of course it made a lot more sense to make the phone call before she went on and got absolutely trashed with a bunch of strangers. And that was suppose to make her feel better?

"This wasn't needed. I should've called. Even if I thought I was bugging you." Another sigh.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

It must have seemed a little hypocritical for Lucy to seemingly judge someone for getting drunk. Personally, she was something of a serial offender; things got difficult and it was the best thing she could think of in certain company to default to. So far, it'd worked out pretty well for her. More to the point, the ink manipulator was addressing the unnecessary desire to go out and do something alone. What kind of fun could that be? What kind of stress was that supposed to alleviate?

She offered a light laugh to the idea that Carleigh clearly wasn't thinking. She could have delved into detail over that, but decided against it. Better to wait until she sobered up, because it was always more fun that way.

Freeing a hand, she pushed the entry door of the nearest block of bathrooms open. From what she could gather, it sounded empty. For Carleigh's sake that was probably a good thing. With a tilt of her head she indicated for her to take point and step first.

"Can't imagine you feel much better, aye?" Lucy asked, her tone a little defeated, but she did her best to keep it light all the same. There was no point in upsetting her to the point of potential tears.

[Carleigh Davidson]

After what seemed like a long time, they made it to the bathroom. Likely due to the slower pace they were walking at to make sure that Carleigh could keep up. With the door opening and a tilt of Lucy's head, she managed to gather that she was suppose to go first. To lead the way. Stepping inside, the blonde waited for Lucy to follow.

"Not really." She answered, honestly. A hand shot to her stomach, as if that would help any. Maybe she was checking to see if it was still there. Who knew. Carleigh didn't.

"This is gonna be shit in the morning." She added with a frown. If she even remembered what happened come tomorrow. She looked up to meet familiar dark eyes. "Maybe... maybe should I sit? You know.. I don't know."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy was quick to follow Carleigh inside, hands already pressing to her waist at either side to ensure she wasn't about to wander off or worse, fall over. Besides, it seemed like she was pretty busy literally holding herself together, taking the cue that she really wasn't feeling too crash hot either way.

"It's pretty shit now." Lucy retorted, but there was a clear part of her tone that was amused by the concept. As sad as it all was, it was also funny, mean as that might have seemed.

"Yeah yeah, we're getting there." She offered instinctively, leading the blonde with incredible difficulty into the closest cubicle available. It was never going to be easy, and Lucy knew that, but the second they made it she was easing the girl onto the cool tiled floor. Her hand swung the door shut behind them on the off chance anyone else would venture into the bathroom this late at night, or early in the morning. Whichever. "You're gonna be okay, though." Lucy added, trying to find light reassurance for a heavier moment.

[Carleigh Davidson]

A frown shot across Carleigh's features at the thought of it being shit right now. Wasn't she handling it decently well? As decently as she could, at least. It wasn't like she could objectively tell like everyone else. "I'm such a mess. God, how'd this even happen?"

With familiar hands on her waist, the blonde found the means to slowly make her way to the cool floor. Without Lucy's guidance or support, the trip would've never happened. She wouldn't have been able to take two steps outside her dorm.

Sitting down again felt nice, though. Carleigh curled up, pressing her knees close to her face to share the space within the bathroom stall as best as she could, facing towards the direction of the toilet. Just in case. "Yeah? Am I really?" She asked, glancing at Lucy. "Like, longterm." Sleeping off this night was one thing, but Carleigh knew she couldn't drink every time she felt lonely.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy exhaled an audible breath at the question asked of her, somewhere close enough to a laugh to express that she was somehow amused by it. Of course, it was a redundant question; they both knew how she got to where she was, but it always felt like the absolute worst when in the thick of it.

She was glad Carleigh managed to find the floor with such ease. And while she had no intention of leaving her, she chose to stay on her feet. Suddenly this entirety was taking a lot more thought; the Australian supposed she should be thankful to be as awake as she was.

"Why wouldn't you be?" She asked, shifting her weight slightly to lean against the adjacent cubical wall with her shoulder. Longterm questions were the most difficult ones to answer, and Lucy was hardly an expert on making the appropriate futuristic decisions.

[Carleigh Davidson]

The how wasn't the problem in this situation. It was a question that didn't require an answer, because even in her current state of mind, the blonde knew. Pushed herself past her limit.

One of Carleigh's arms moved to rest on the toilet seat, as she pressed one cheek against the skin of her arm, carefully tilted so she could still look towards Lucy who remained standing. "You can sit too, if you want." She mumbled beforehand, her gaze shooting upwards.

"Well, I mean... look." She started off slowly, trying to find the means to gather her thoughts into something that would hopefully make sense. The last thing Carleigh needed was to slur half her words and leave Lucy more confused about what she meant to say. "Look at me. This... isn't good. I shouldn't need to.. to run off somewhere and get so shittered and make no sense. What if this coping method keeps, you know, going?"

"Then am I really okay?"