ding-dong ditch (event, closed)

"Nah, you didn't fuck up.

She's just salty someone had the audacity to attack us so close to home, I'm sure."

Hopefully that's the only reason, anyways.

She'd allowed C to try and steady herself against the wall, and watched as she slid down dejectedly, an uncomfortable grimace tainting her facade. Ivory wasn't so sure about her next line, but, maybe she had a point. Although, this was.. the one who had taken AJ's heart, wasn't it? Why didn't she want to go talk to her instead? Was she just ashamed of how she had performed, or.. afraid to face Justice right now?

Ivory sighed trying to wrap her mind about it, and instead tapped the girl's head as she went through the door, "Come on, let's go see if we can cheer her up. You're the one she loves, after all, eh? And I'm cute, should be a good combination."

She regretted having landed on the second floor now. Now she had to travel all the way back down... or fly back but, honestly, her body did not feel like shifting again. With so many wounds flooding her skin, shifting was actually painful now - stretching and reshaping the wounds wasn't pleasurable, after all.

When she reached ground level, she'd find Justice lounging on the minibar counter, a bottle of moonshine in her hand and a face that mildly said: this shit is gross. Obviously she'd already started. "You alright, there, Boss? You hit that shit so much I thought your hands might take more damage than it. Talk about going h.a.m."

Cheshire Copeland & A.J. Godfrey

_{notes (Post 5)}

Her wide-eye'd "wish I wasn't here to witness any of this" expression continued existing. Things were rough in Cheshire-Justice pound town. Hell, Ivory felt hurt too but, her own process for hurting was sheer mental-emotional avoidance. These two, however, faced hurt with rage. Definitely zero chill between them. Where was Anniken when ya needed her?

She was watching as C practically snarled over the moonshine's taste and at Justice, a body so tense and an expression so full of disdain that Ivory was having a hard time not just noping right out of the whole situation. Honestly, she'd prefer to go roll in the dead things outside.

She couldn't drink to either of their questions, though -- and wondered why Cheshire did to one of them -- which was a real downer. Fortunately, however, the moonshine she'd already generously poured into her gullet was taking effect relatively quickly: but it wasn't enough.

Pursing her lips, her fingers would begin drumming rhythmically against the counter, following each other in a domino effect to tap against it.

Oh wait, it was her turn, wasn't it?

"Never have I ever.." She turned an eye from Justice to Cheshire, a blush threatening her pallid cheeks. "Been rejected a kiss by someone in this room, because that someone was promised to someone else."

It was low-key embarrassing, but, ya know, maybe that would clear up some of C's own aggravation? Doubtful, but, possible. After all, Justice had stayed true to her regardless of her own feelings on the matter.

Cheshire Copeland & A.J. Godfrey

_{notes. (Post 7)}

Cheshire loved Anniken and Justice? Ivory found her gaze falling then, eyeing the counter's worn surface. That news was sadder to absorb than she had anticipated. Taking a knife to the gut would've been easier to deal with, actually. She tried to mitigate the emotional concept of Cheshire's saddened delcaration by aimlessly poking a nail into one of the various wounds on her arm, preferring the physical discomfort over the guilt that was suddenly overwhelming her.

But Cheshire wouldn't let her silently suffer. She was direct, she asked them both what they felt about each other. Ivory hesitated but Justice did not. She spilled everything in the blink of an eye. Along with an equal confession that she too reflected Cheshire's loving sentiment. C had saved her from her own isolation, and Ivory wasn't sure how she felt about any of that knowledge. On one hand, she was happy that someone had saved Justice from the darkness. On the other.. she felt guilty for having been too blind and distracted by business to try it before now.

As Cheshire bound herself up in a depressed knee-squeezing posture, Ivory would only find that liquid had began to well, her vision suddenly warping the counter's surface with the bends of blurriness.

"I.."

She decided, after Justice had vomited her truths, to state her own.. conceptions on it all.

"I already said, you don't have to make me happy. Bacon from Mercy's plate can make me happy. I really.. I really don't want to come in between this. I.. I thought it might be nice to have a chance with you, one day. But, not at the expense of ya'lls combined feelings. I'm fine being your loyal subject, Justice. I do not want to tear you apart from her or vice versa. You love her, too. I had my chance these past seven years and didn't take it. I don't really deserve it now. If anything, I'm the selfish one to have even considered it for a second."

She stood, but the world swayed around her. She offered them a smile before attempting to head back upstairs -- unfortunately she had to pass Justice's position to get there. The closeness sending goosebumps over her flesh. Regardless of anything, though, she was going to let herself nope out of the situation after all. Breaking two hearts wasn't a game she wanted to participate in.

As she walked by, she'd bother grabbing a random bottle without even glancing at it's label or pausing. All she wanted was more alcohol and solitude.

Cheshire Copeland & A.J. Godfrey

_{Ivy is having the feels now, smh. Rollercoaster indeed. (Post 9)}