Private Convo, Lust and Eliot

[a_sin_for_him]

[Lust isn't doing well. She knows damn well she's the reason Nisha's name went into consideration, but she'd only been grasping at straws, casting a net without any other ideas... And now an innocent woman is dying, and Lust finds she actually cares to a degree.]

[She's got a bottle of hard liquor and has taken herself off to an isolated corner not too far from the hotel, intending to drink herself into a stupor. Which she mentioned beforehand to those she felt would care, should anyone be looking for her.]

[Or just wanting to join her in drowning her emotions.]

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[hitsitoff]

Not a problem. I am in the business of helping people.

[...Look, this totally fits into that job description technically. In a way. Okay, no, but whatever.

It's a casual thing and that suits him fine. Not everything has to be intense and serious... He's done that, too, further back in the past. In easier circumstances, relatively speaking. And that hadn't ended well. But just... enjoying each other's company, well. That he can easily do. And he likes her a lot, which makes it even easier.

Maybe it's not much in the grand scheme of everything, but it sure feels like a lot right now. An isn't that more important anyway?]

Yeah, I'll drink to that. [That definitely gets a smile back. He'll raise his own glass.] Living to the fullest for as long as possible.

[However long that may be. That's a concern for later.]

[a_sin_for_him]

Then consider me a damsel in distress.

[It's perfectly fitting, as far as Lust is concerned. Her chances for positive experiences are so very limited here. And isn't that a human thing, to seek confirmation of life in the midst of death? To find comfort in the joy of flesh? Where else can joy be found?]

[Lust sets her bottle aside. She's certainly had plenty already. She doesn't know where to go, but she's certain there's an empty building or private corner beneath the stars. She's hardly picky. She can't stand another moment of lamenting or letting the guilt and fear eat at her.]

[She shifts closer to Eliot and turns to face him. Almost curiously, she lifts her face to brush her lips against his. Just briefly.]

I think I've had enough to drink for now.