09-29-2017, 03:57 PM
Beach towel wrapped around her hands, unable to do much about her blood-soaked shoes just yet, Margot accepted her lidless sippy of alcohol and shuffled with a pained and miserable look on her face toward the library. In there she found William on the couch, and initially she startled to find him face down and motionless with bruises about his throat, but a pained breath that rocked his unconscious back up-and-down assured her of his life. As suggested by shouts through the house, she found a patch of hardwood away from the shelves and furniture and tried to settle herself into a sit, but found bending to hurt too much and settled for standing hunched over her cup and gradually pooling blood under her feet.
She'd already drank half of her tequila when Ned arrived with cake and various utensils, and she made what would almost have passed for a chuckle were it not mostly a wheeze and accompanied by a matching set of tears trickling along well-cut paths down her face. "Nice."
With the help she requested from Ned she managed to get into a seated position on the floor. When Doc returned with his arm mended and black bag in hand she'd managed to get off both shoes and was in the process of peeling away a saturated once-gray sock. She'd gotten one sock halfway off, cringing all the while, before giving up. Now she had her sippy cup bunched up in the beach towel once more and was holding it for something to keep pressed against her palms.
"The after-party," she answered to his prom quip, and took another small drink from her cup.
She'd already drank half of her tequila when Ned arrived with cake and various utensils, and she made what would almost have passed for a chuckle were it not mostly a wheeze and accompanied by a matching set of tears trickling along well-cut paths down her face. "Nice."
With the help she requested from Ned she managed to get into a seated position on the floor. When Doc returned with his arm mended and black bag in hand she'd managed to get off both shoes and was in the process of peeling away a saturated once-gray sock. She'd gotten one sock halfway off, cringing all the while, before giving up. Now she had her sippy cup bunched up in the beach towel once more and was holding it for something to keep pressed against her palms.
"The after-party," she answered to his prom quip, and took another small drink from her cup.