Glass Echoes (Evony and Lucy)

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy allowed a sniffled laugh to creep out of her lips, one which was quickly followed with a sneer. "Oh don't even get me started on life as a fourteen year old", the acrobat shuddered, remembering those first years as a teenager and all the interesting situations she rolled into. Lucy's arrival brought a slew of conflicting thoughts to cross Evy's mind, what now? Play the random friend popping over for a visit? There was no way in hell that the brown eyes beauty would agree to their usual cuteness and even then it was almost always Evy playing that part as well, so what could she do? Lucy wanted her to be her, but the blue haired acrobat knew full well that whatever it was that they shard had to remain a secret. An unfortunate truth that had to be abided by.

"Urgh...okay, date was a bit of a stretch. But still!", Evy sighed, exasperated with trying to explain herself in front of Lucy and the twelve year old. Of course the word freaked out Lucy, was there any surprise to that? No, of course not. But Evy was still kicking herself for blurting that out.

Flicking her gaze over towards the younger girl and what was in the bag Evy felt herself go a bit pale. Horror films? Urgh just when it couldn't get any fucking worse, the little one brought out those things. Horror films meant squealing turning to cuddling and then onto hardcore making out! Okay, maybe not the last part but Evy instinctively flinched from the thought, even if there was no way Lucy and the sass machine were a thing. Scrunching her nose at the selected films Evy cuddled her bag, not bothering to waste any more jelly beans.

"You know, I literally stopped listening after you said 'exploit'", Evy stated with a flat voice and a blank stare, blinking at the younger girl whilst discovering more figments of her little sister in the girl. It was fucking ridiculous actually, she wanted to gag the girl as much as she wanted to cuddle her but still, being a stubborn bitch required she be ruthless.

But then Lucy broke the tension and made up her mind. One which actually brought a pang of jealousy to hit Evy's thumping heart. It really shouldn't of surprised her, Lucy wasn't one to sugarcoat words.

"Damn, ruthless", Evy uttered, feigning heartbreak with a hand over her chest and severely realistic expression of pain on her porcelain visage. It did hurt a bit, although Lucy probably didn't care. Pursing her lips, the blue bird remained motionless for a moment, narrowing her gaze in the direction of the rookie before taking in a deep breath and once more glancing at the tattooed girl. "Ain't no bitch deserves no jellybeans!" Evy frowned, clutching her bag tightly as if it were her child. "Well...I'm just going to stay and chat with Inky! He deserves all this candy!", Evy huffed loudly, swivelling on her hips and facing the chubby bunny in the cage.

"It's okay sweetie, you're a good friend", Evy cooed, shooting a dirty gaze at Lucy before poking her tongue out and dropping one of the jelly beans (banana flavour because no one likes banana flavour) into the cage. "Aren't you just greatful that I go out of my way to steal from children and shower you with diabetes? Oh what's that? Thank you for the lollies? My pleasure Inky, any time", she said aloud to the rather confused rabbit, putting on a sickly sweet voice just to make sure Lucy was listening. Subtlety was of no use here, besides, the charade took an edge of the gnawing jealousy that threatened to turn her hair green.

[Lyra Caruso]

There was the briefest glimmer of relief that crossed Lyra’s face. Whatever Bluebroad’s and Lucy’s relationship was far less important than the idea she may have fucked up a friendship with some sort of ill-timed faux pas. She should have known, Lucy didn’t really look upset about the whole ordeal –which the implications of that quirked her confusion, but best of all? Horror movies trumped a stalky-date! Lyra caught her drink with ease and couldn’t help but to slide a gaze at Evony. Anything she had said between then and now? Nope, Evony may as well not even be in the room.

The girl does flash a brief smile as she cracks open the can of tasty energy drink: that, miss manic stalker, was called winning.

Lyra’s demeanor took on a whole new twist now that the real fun can commence, with or without the stalker lingering in the room. The girl hopped onto Lucy’s bed with a cheery bounce – she had picked such a good bunch of horror movies to make up for the Cinema club’s lack of decent choices in films as of late.

“I brought a bunch, since dunno which ones you’ve seen already. And since it’s your room, your choice.” And the reveal, six titles, all varying by type and country of origin. The girl was so gleeful about this; one would have to wonder the extent of her collection.

“Evil Dead, original cut, comedy horror B-movie awesomeness. Audition; begins as romantic comedy until it takes the most twisted turn, a gem of Asian Horror. Cannibal Holocaust; one of the finest in Italian Horror and earliest of the found footage types of movies. Nightmare on Elm Street, 80’s slasher classic. The Wicker Man, British Horror classic with an ending that sticks with you forever. And The Vanishing, a man tracks down a man who kidnapped his girlfriend and goes about as well as you think.”

She tossed her gaze at Evony a moment – wow, she was still here? Lyra glanced at Lucy quizzically; was that thing gonna to sulk-but-pretend-she-isn't the whole time, ruining the experience? Or was she gonna stay and ruin the experience? In any case, she hoped Cannibal Holocaust would be the first choice. It had certain images that made most people she knew squirm, especially if they were fond of animals or generally hated gore. Lyra however watched that movie with her brother endless times.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy responded to the clearly fake heartache with a simple shrug. Yeah, she was blunt. Ruthless was telling someone to get the fuck out. Which she easily could have done. And she still might if the blue haired girl wasn't careful. Her eyebrows lowered when she was denied the presence of jellybeans. What a bitch. Now she really could get the fuck out.

But she didn't. Of course she didn't. Lucy shouldn't have expected her to, y'know, get the hint.

It was a tough call on which to choose first. Lucy idly pulled the blanket back and folded it loosely, sitting it at the end of the bed so it wasn't in the way. After brushing past the options, her hand finally landed on one. "I like the sound of an ending that'll hook onto me forever." The Wicker Man; choice made. She popped the case open and placed the DVD in her computer, thankful as always for having such a massive screen to double as a killer TV. She planned to sit on her wall against the bed and just watch it, because Lucy had every intention of ignoring her. But not when she went after the one thing Lucy openly cared about.

"No fucking way." She snapped, whirling around and bringing herself over to the little rabbit cage. Placing her drink down, her fingers curled around Evony's wrist - lightly given her apparent annoyance - and she pulled her up on the action. "Could you not give the damn thing diabetes? If I wake up to a dead rabbit I'm fully blaming you." With that she let her go, dropping her hand in and scooping up the worst of all the jelly bean flavours. Pinching it between her fingertips, she held it out towards Evony. "You eat it." And she flicked it in her direction.

Bratty attitude? Not hot. "There's the door. Or mirror in your case. I think you better use it, okay?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

The movie was an actual thing it seemed and the selected films on offer irked the Blue bird even more. She had only seen one of them, Cannibal Holocaust, and even then couldn't make it halfway with all the human sacrifices and such. Horror films weren't her thing, but admitting to that would seem silly considering the terrifying applications of her own power. The moment of quiet contemplation was torn to shreds when a particular voice echoed throughout the small room, annoyed and possibly angry.

Well shit, this wasn't fun at all. It was almost humiliating in fact, something which burnt deeper than the earlier decision to choose the rookie over her.

Evy didn't have the will to fight back, she grimaced at the fact that Lucy was getting physical with her, and not in a good way either. The whole situation was unpleasant and the girl had to clench her jaw from making it any worse, especially now that the tattooed girl had clearly told her to leave. She had actually lost, or been forced to lose and it took a lot of self control to not shoot back at Lucy, or even the rookie for that matter. No point making herself look like more of a bitch.

"Fine", Evy whispered in a strained voice, dodging the yellow jellybean with ease. There was literally no point arguing with Lucy,especially in front of the younger girl. Staying would make her look like a bitch, arguing would make her look like a bitch and even leaving would make her look like a bitch. Fuck that brown eyed beauty and her bluntness. Her heart was smacking against the confines of her ribcage, wanting to escape the sharp pain that dwelled inside.

"Have fun", Evy uttered with a sigh, giving Lucy one last wary glance before shooting her gaze at the rookie, wrinkling her nose slightly. Might as well lose gracefully. Without another word she swivelled on the balls of her dainty feet and set out straight for the mirror, brushing her fingers against Inky's cage and giving the chubby animal a little smile. Evy never looked back, she didn't want to know what sort of amused smirk Lucy had on her face. Both girls knew this was a rather bitter moment, their first 'argument' in fact and the blue bird wasn't going to set herself another step lower by annoying the girl even further.

The mirror embraced her like waters of a lake, engulfing her pixie-like form with one massive gulp. She was there one second and gone the next, hoping to traverse the void for the next half hour and find her head. This sucked major balls, especially since she had just planned it to be a fun night together. The bag brimming with lollies was still on Lucy's bed, not that Evy forgot them of course. No, the thief promised lollies for that evening and that was what Lucy got. Sans the bringer of the gift of course, a bitter farewell present if you will.

[Lyra Caruso]

Perfect choice. "I knew we're friends for a reason."

But watch, because when her friend's temper flared, it was always fun to watch. Never underestimate the power of the cute rabbit's effect on Lucy; Lyra shook her head once in silence. There wasn't even a need for smart-ass commentary for the situation! The rookie herself knew better than to ever really go near the rabbit - she'd say hi and pet it a few times, but really her inexperience in dealing with the creature staved off any possible problems. Rabbits looked so damned fragile!

So, wrong move on Bluebroad's part, which further puzzled the younger girl. What happened to all that familiarity that woman had played up in the reflective world? Lyra paused the movie so that her friends handles the situation smoothly and not miss a beat.

If Lyra had the capacity to engage in sympathy for humans in general, she could have felt a twinge of something for the mirror jumper. The entire situation, however unexpected it had been, was an eye opener. There was someone like her existing in a similar world. With Lucy now, it was really a no-win situation for Bluebroad, but it had been entirely of her own fabrication and execution. Whatever bravado that had fueled her earlier had entirely evaporated.

Weird.

Lyra watched quietly as the cerulean haired girl vanished into the mirror world. Now that the rookie wasn't around mucking it up, did their worlds unravel to their former appearances? She lets a calm silence set foot into the room again, the wavering mirror solidifying before she speaks up.

"Um...I guess sorry if I, like interrupted anything important?" Lyra had no idea how to go about this honestly. It wasn't a date, just because she knew Lucy better when it came to that, but what the hell was that even all about? Better to have directed it to her friend than to the total stranger-stalker.

"No offense, but that thing's a bit of a basket-case. Be careful with those types." The tone was one from experience, but she does not make a motion to elaborate. The girl glanced at the mirror then to the screen, setting the movie to play again. Lucy was older, Lyra had no doubts she could take care of herself when it comes those kind of things...but still.

"I got a hammer if you need it." Shrug. Might as well offer. She had already promised to make use of the door. It was boring, but after this, probably the less annoying alternative than whatever the hell this had all been.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy was indeed a complex individual. Had the situation been different, she wouldn't have minded the hovering presence of another. But the rabbit. The sweet ball of fur with the intricately placed splashes of black upon it's nose. It was the one and only thing that kept Lucy sane during the move. The first thing she got. The first thing she'd talk to before the capacity to speak to others became available to her.

So don't touch it. In a deathly serious way, it takes priority.

"You too." Lucy replied quietly, raising her eyebrow at the way glance offered to her. She watched her go, never quite able to find ease with the way the mirror seemed to swallow her up. Silence seemed to wrap the room up for a moment or so, and Lucy kept the usual perfect composure as always. Did she feel bad? She wouldn't go that far.

Her eyes turned towards Lyra when she started talking. A basket-case? Lucy didn't want to believe it, despite how certain odds played out. "Shut up." She said, lightly considering the potential harshness of the words.

But she glanced back at the mirror when the concept of a hammer was offered. She gave it some thought. Probably a lot more than she rightly should have. "Doesn't that give you bad luck?" Lucy asked, looking towards her again with an amused smirk. "With friends like you guys, who the hell still has luck?" With that, she opened the door and picked the mirror up with both hands, leaving it in the common room. "No offense. I just get a little sick of chicks appearing in my room." She explained, but she'd already agreed to using the door. So no harm. No foul.

"Let's just watch a damn movie."

[Lyra Caruso]

"Fiiiine~"

Lyra feigned a saccharine whine, shutting up but getting the gist of Lucy's tone. Anything to break the tension left behind by Bluebroad, because seriously, a fine movie was on dammit! The broad was not even here and she's still screwing with the mood!

Lucy would move the mirror out, which Lyra could have applauded if she was a total bitch. And then...wait one fucking second, because something she said hit her. Lyra stared at her friend with wide eyes, baffled by what she uttered so casually. There were plurals in that sentence!

"Waitwhat? Hold up, how many times has something like this happened?!"

She pressed her palm to her forehead. Good god, her friend was sinking into a horror movie prospects without even knowing it! The possibilities from mirror traveling alone and the uncertainty of teenage hormones was just all asking for something horrific to happen! It took everything not to shake Lucy, wasn't it obvious to her yet?! God, Lyra can only hope things won't be this complicated when it comes to actively dealing with other people this closely.

"And you're worried about bad luck." Flatly spoken. The hammer offer will remain open indefinitely then.

"Kinda confused. It doesn't like...bother you if someone can crawl into your room like that? Like at any time they want?"

And naturally this hypothetical and mild notion of care only applied to Lucy and did not implicate her own abilities. Her usage were different and intent was everything to her. Why stalk someone when there were so many rubes to prank, that made far more sense than anything! The girl flopped back on the bed with a minor bounce, glancing up to her friend.

"I mean, where's your say in it all?"

It was a simple and valid question to ask, right? There was touch of hesitation in her question, giving Lucy the option to shut the conversation down if it was too bothersome.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"More than once." Lucy replied, folding her arms at the fact. For her, that summed everything up without needing to go into detail.

She had to laugh at that. Worried about bad luck? Who had the time to be. She was surrounded in a myriad of razor sharp friends; they don't hug (thankfully - so thankfully) and they aren't much for talking about serious things either. Luck? The proverbial nickname her mum shoved on her? That wasn't working out too well for her, was it.

"Not so much. Mirror or not, people drop by all the damn time." The mirror thing just made it easier for people to get in her room without her being there. And that flared paranoia.

Sitting down on the other side of the bed, she leant against the wall and grabbed the remote, pressing play. "My say's in the common room now." She replied simply. Though, it was hardly a permanent solution.

[Lyra Caruso]

Lyra listened, though nothing about her felt at ease with Lucy's answer. That did kinda suck balls - never quite knowing when you can have alone time? Of course, Lyra never extends that courtesy to others, she didn't care about them. Let them be spooked by a ghostly image of the girl in the mirror!

Lyra propped a pillow for her back so she could comfortably watch as Howie makes his fateful landing onto Summerisle. Sure, she could shout at the TV all she wanted, she was an observer of his situation. Down the rabbit hole he would go and his ending would remain the same, burned alive in a wicker man for the stubborn choices he made.

An exhale escapes her. Being observer of a situation unfolding in reality, Lyra had to at least try to be of use. "The hammer offer remains open, 'kay?" She says nothing more about it, sipping her drink and allowing herself to get into movie-time mode.

The younger girl would end up staying the night, and not in THAT kind of way. Both the amount of energy drink Lucy had stashed away and the hours of quality horror movies they would be indulging in during sealed that deal.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"A hammer? I would have thought you'd wanna use your your bat instead." Lucy replied with a grin, taking hold of her own drink and finally cracking it open. The previous altercation had been ridiculously exhausting, so she definitely needed something to keep her more alert. Energy drinks and horror movies should definitely do the trick. A brief check to Inky; the little rabbit was doing fine, so she could calm down a little more.

The last thing she did of any importance was retrieve her phone and scroll through to find the number of the girl she'd kicked out. Something was starting to settle in her stomach. She wouldn't call it worry. Hell no.

But she sent the text anyway; No hard feelings.

At some point, the single movie became a marathon-type thing. Despite the conscious effort she made to keep herself awake through all of them, she failed. Normally she was overtly clingy in her sleep - though she didn't know that - but thankfully she'd kept herself curled towards the other side with her back to the younger girl.

[Evony Vasiliev]

The reflection world was always a weird place; back to front, left is right and the colours were all negative like the film rolls from a camera, add a bit of alcohol to the mix and the whole thing turns from inverted dimension to Willy Wonka's playland. Evy had escaped the emotional tethers that constricted her earlier on during the evening, things didn't go as planned and in a fit of angst ridden rebelliousness she slipped into some random slut's party. Her head was throbbing and her lips were coated in alcohol, her hair which was usually a pristine bob of blue was a mess, covered in confetti and god knows what.

It was a peculiar sensation, stumbling through her mirrored kingdom, her melodic voice slurred to an almost exaggerated level. The girl floated, or rather swayed, past the windows in the dead of night, a twisted melody leaking out of her mouth. "~My milshakess brings all da boyss to da yardd-d~". Alicia keys eat your heart out, the blue bird was drunk and letting her voice fly. She was missing her shoes, probably somewhere back in the old mansion, but still managed to snag several items of jewellery, not caring for who they belonged to.

Her wrists and ankles jingled with the stolen pieces of treasure and her skinny legs moved at an awkward pace, a lot different to her typically spritely movements.

She had received a text, from Lucy during the transition from tipsy to drunk. The girl didn't know if her tattooed crush was being serious or just playing another prank on her. However the alcohol in her system told her a completely different story and after several hours of frolicking around with strangers the blue haired acrobat made her slow descent back to her safe haven, or what she assumed to be her safe haven.

"~Lucy I'm hoooome!~", she sung aloud, hopping on the soles of her feet before taking a proper look at the window into Lucy's room. Well, she would of if it were there in the first place. There was only nothingness, a blank void where her most favourite entry way had been. A swarm of paranoid theories swarmed the girl's head and she almost collapsed, lips pouted and arms flailing wildly. "She's deeeeaaaaad! Ohhhhh noooooOooo....", her voice quivered wildly, sputtering off her lips as she turned her gaze across the silent dimension. Where was that mirror?

Taking a languid step forward the thief allowed the melodic jingle of the bracelets tell her if the skinny limbs were still working. Everything was fine, except the mirror had been moved. Why had it been moved? Had Evy walked upside down in her drunken stupor? Gazing past the strangely located window Evy let out a low coo, trying to make sense of whatever it was that lay on the other side. It definitely wasn't Lucy's room but it looked familiar, familiar enough to convince the drunk troublemaker to dive right through without any regard for her safety.

Smack!

Face collided with wall as her body was ejected out of the mirror, a pained grunt escaping her lips as she stumbled backwards. Landing on a couch with a dull thump. "Ow ow ow ow ow", she squealed in a painfully hushed voice, holding her nose with both hands and flailing wildly as the burn slowly spread through her face. Had she broken her nose? Again? "Mummy?", she whispered, almost too tragically, staring at the ceiling as she felt the stinging tears well up in the corners of her eyes. Her mother used to kiss her better when things like this happened, not that her dearly departed parent knew that she was a rather...excitable drunk.

Stumbling to her feet with hands covering nose and tears streaming down her face the girl waddled aimlessly around the room, her blurred vision scanning the interior to find something familiar. Something to put her at ease. Jingle, jingle. Every movement elicited the melodic chimes of her stolen goods, her confused feet setting them off on a twinkling chorus of sound.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy awoke with a jolt, lifting herself up and glancing at the girl by her side. Lyra was cuddling her prized bat but at most she stirred only slightly. The copious amount of energy drinks must have lulled her into a deep slumber. Something had slammed into the nearby wall and that didn't sound good. Swinging her legs over the side, she sat up and stretched her arms out. Who said sleeping in skinny jeans wasn't an easy feat? She stood up finally, her fingers curling around the fabric of a dark green beanie as she shrugged it over her head. She pulled a checkered sleeved shirt over her shoulders for good measure.

God dammit. She knew that voice.

Pulling the door open suddenly, Lucy slid out the small gap and closed it behind her. No need to wake up her friend for something so stupid as - judging by the sudden smell in the common room - a very wasted Evony.

She instinctively combed a hand through her hair, forcing it to its usual side before running her hand over the line of her face. She was too tired for this shit. It better be a joke. But look at her. It really wasn't. The checkered shirt fell from her shoulder and the sleeve bunched at her forearm. The warrior tattoo closest to her turned her darkened eyes towards Evony, shooting her the best glare she could. The sabre tooth tiger bared its teeth in her direction.

"Are you drunk as fuck?" Lucy whispered, though she already knew the answer.

[Evony Vasiliev]

Evy's dishevelled pitter patter across the uncharted expanse of the dorm 202 left her in a lightheaded daze. Was it it the possible bleeding nose or the copious amounts of alcohol in her system? The girl did not know, for all she a wall had punched her in the face and she was crying as a result. All of the wouldn't have happened if she had never bumped into the rookie!

"I'm going to dieeeee...", she feebly whispered to herself, clutching her nose and squirming around in a circle as the thought of bleeding to death whilst drunk stuck to her mind. What a horrible way to go, what happens if Lucy finds her? What happens if people find out she snatched hipsters jewellery? Actually that probably won't matter if she's bled to death. A low whimper escaped her lips as she spun on the balls of her feet, making more jingly noises.

It was there she caught the tired and exasperated gaze of Lucy, a warrior and a big cat.

One of those three were actual things but in Evy's drunken stupor the growling beast was realistic enough to send a shudder down her spine. Scary cats were even scarier when you were shitfaced. Stumbling a bit to her side and attempting to assume some balance the blue haired girl unknowingly mirrored Lucy's casual brush of her hair, running her shaky porcelain fingers across her own blue bob.

"I...I...uhh...I broked my nose...", Evy whimpered with a muffled slur, big blue eyes blinking back tears as she clamped her dainty hands around the apparent injury. Seeing Lucy at this time, in this condition with what happened earlier was exceptionally humiliating for the battered thief. Lucy was so pretty, so pretty in fact that the girl had to catch her gaze from staring too long. Even when drunk the girl knew exactly what her feelings were. Gone was the annoyance and jealousy from earlier, there was nothing left but a dopey bliss and an overwhelming paranoia that she had injured herself once more in front of this girl.

"I'm s-sorry...I uhh...don't know w-what I'm doing..", she tearily giggled, sniffling a bit as she allowed a deep blush to traverse her moisture stained cheeks.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Oh god. She was crying.

"No, you didn't." Lucy pointed out. She'd just been crying, apparently. Lucy looked to the mirror quickly, able to put two and two together simply given the fact that the common room door was closed. And probably locked. Maybe Lyra had been right. Smashing it with a hammer or a bat wouldn't give her worse luck than this. Despite how annoyed she - and by proxy her tattooed counterparts - were acting, she knew it wasn't going to help anyone. So with an exasperated sigh, the dark haired girl breached the distance.

She raised her hands and pressed them to Evony's face, running her thumbs underneath her eyes and with a simple flick, the trickling black lines were gone. Ink powers, baby. It's a thing. And it's uses were broad. "Shut up." She said quietly, crinkling her nose.

"You're doing your usual stupid shit." Lucy cracked a grin, the usual sharpness softened by the tired expression in her eyes. "My bed's ocupado. By a very short girl and her affectionately named bat." And there was no way Lucy was prying her out of there. There was also no way she was sleeping next to a super-drunk girl. Like sleeping next to drunk Dom hadn't been bad enough.

She dropped her hands from the other girl's face, forcing her to loop an arm around her shoulders as she hooked a hand to her waist. And she headed towards the door; "You better have your keys on you. I'm taking you home."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Lucy's accent broke the air like a feathery whip, ushering all of the attention the drunken girl could give her. The new revelation that she wasn't bleeding brought a mightily relieved sigh out of the girl's lips, she wasn't going to die a horribly slow death! " It was almost guaranteed that she'd wake up with a bruise, oh well...nothing makeup couldn't fix.

"I...I think I..stole a motorbike tonight...", Evy whispered with an airy voice, blinking back as far as her memory would allow her. She sniffled lightly as her porcelain face was cupped in Lucy's hands, not sure whether she could bring herself to avoid staring at Lucy's face. The tears were wiped away from her visage, cleansing her look and actually allowing the acrobat to look like a normal girl again. Eyeliner stains were a bitch to wash off, Lucy seemingly held skills that even covered that.

"W-wait did you just...just speak Spanish? O-occupado...haha...sounds like octopus. You have an o-octopus in your bed...", Evy giggled lightly, not caring about the silly grin plastered on her lips or the blush that refused o leave her cheeks. She allowed Lucy to scoop her up in a surprisingly gentle grip, her skinny arm jingling as it was laid over her the brown eyed beauty's shoulder. Her current mental state was so flustered that the mention of someone occupying Lucy's bed simply flew right over the girl's understanding. Well in this case, ignorance was bliss.

"I think..I do...", she mumbled, procuring several keys, many of which weren't her own. Giggling at the treasures in her hand the girl stumbled with Lucy guiding her. In the tangled mess of jingling metal the girl discovered her little dorm key, coiled around another much more shiny piece of metal. The keys for a motorbike.

"A-are...you still angry at me...?" The blue bird slurred, pursing her lips as she gazed at the keys in her hands. The owner of the bike must definitely be angry at her, but stuff whoever that was. Lucy was her priority, even in her drunken stupor Evy had to gain some peace of mind. She had to know even if she forgot in the morning.