(OOC note: Even though Pierce calls her the "Merrow" girl, he doesn't know Lorelei's first name and she should still be known as Miranda Jessica Baker to almost everybody else)
It'd been nearly six days since he'd been back in the city. Not since that "incident" with the Merrow girl in the woods. He'd dropped her off on the path and gone back to buy her time. He got her maybe fifteen, twenty minutes, and then he'd had to run. He wasn't the type of warrior he'd once been. Since then he'd been either drunk, stoned, both, or asleep. It was half a shock he'd managed to get his side patched up where that damn cat had caught him with her claws. She was still a vicious little beast, even after all these years....
Pierce was still wasted, of course. This morning he'd driven his RV back into town and parked it near the entrance to Oceania Park mostly within the lines, and although it took him a couple tries, he'd managed to lock the door before he came mostly staggering here into the woods. It was already dusk then, and now that it was night, the backpack he carried with a few bottles of rum, whiskey, tequila, and vodka on his back, all of them carefully wrapped and muffled, they didn't attract much attention on the rare chance he passed somebody on the path. He'd passed maybe seven people as he'd headed down the hiking trails; two couples, most of the rest joggers or people who were just out wandering and thinking. That last one he'd passed, he couldn't help it; the girl looked so damn cute. When he'd seen her, he'd set down his backpack and acted like he was pulling out a smoke. Then, right as he passed her by, he used his foot to trip her, making her fall into his arm, then kissed her on the mouth. With a laugh, he'd spun her around after that, gave her chest a squeeze, and then grabbing the waist of her pants he'd yanked them down to her knees so hard he might have even torn them a little. Before she could yelp, he'd jumped back up and put a hand over her mouth, the other groping her lower half, and he'd whispered in her ear, sure she could smell the stench of weed off his clothes and the smell of alcohol on his breath, "Whassamatter, eh? Scared of a little fun?" After that he'd laughed as he let her go and swiftly picked up his bag, hurrying further down the path in the same direction he'd been traveling in.
Of course, that brought HER out. That little angry ball of disapproving darkness. She floated behind him, invisible in the shadows of the trees under this moonless night. He could hear her, but there wasn't anybody else who could, not that he knew, anyway. He wondered, as she started in on him, whether he'd subconciously summoned her up or if she'd come out on her own.
Fucking hell, Pierce.
"Yeah, I'da done that if she wasn't so willin' to scream."
Is this going to be your solution again? Drink yourself to death?
"The keyword 'again' doesn't really apply if I'm still alive, now does it?"
You know what I mean.
"Do I?" Pierce reached into his bag and pulled out one of his bottles of vodka. He popped the cork right next to her and started drinking.
That seemed to set her off. With an angry outburst she started on him, calling him things like 'scum of the earth' and 'perverted alcoholic wastepipe of empty worth' or something like that, things he'd heard a hundred times before in fifteen different languages and he'd likely hear as many times again. Ignoring her just made her angrier, so, naturally, he just drank and kept walking, not listening to a word she was saying. it wasn't until he was in his usual spot, a small rest gazebo built along the trail with a couple benches, a couple wastebaskets, and a place for cigarettes that he stopped with a sigh. Sitting down, this time he actually pulled out a cigarette and lit it up before waving a hand. The lady ball of darkness disappeared, back to where he kept her, and then he just sat back with a sigh, blowing smoke clouds and looking up at the stars, stretched out and relaxing for all he was worth. Not much, if you'd listened to the ball of darkness. For the next couple hours he heard one or two people come and go, passing him on their late-night trips through the trail, but he ignored them. Whenever he finished one cigarette, he just lit up another, and in two hours he'd already three empty bottles by his feet and was halfway through the third.
It'd been nearly six days since he'd been back in the city. Not since that "incident" with the Merrow girl in the woods. He'd dropped her off on the path and gone back to buy her time. He got her maybe fifteen, twenty minutes, and then he'd had to run. He wasn't the type of warrior he'd once been. Since then he'd been either drunk, stoned, both, or asleep. It was half a shock he'd managed to get his side patched up where that damn cat had caught him with her claws. She was still a vicious little beast, even after all these years....
Pierce was still wasted, of course. This morning he'd driven his RV back into town and parked it near the entrance to Oceania Park mostly within the lines, and although it took him a couple tries, he'd managed to lock the door before he came mostly staggering here into the woods. It was already dusk then, and now that it was night, the backpack he carried with a few bottles of rum, whiskey, tequila, and vodka on his back, all of them carefully wrapped and muffled, they didn't attract much attention on the rare chance he passed somebody on the path. He'd passed maybe seven people as he'd headed down the hiking trails; two couples, most of the rest joggers or people who were just out wandering and thinking. That last one he'd passed, he couldn't help it; the girl looked so damn cute. When he'd seen her, he'd set down his backpack and acted like he was pulling out a smoke. Then, right as he passed her by, he used his foot to trip her, making her fall into his arm, then kissed her on the mouth. With a laugh, he'd spun her around after that, gave her chest a squeeze, and then grabbing the waist of her pants he'd yanked them down to her knees so hard he might have even torn them a little. Before she could yelp, he'd jumped back up and put a hand over her mouth, the other groping her lower half, and he'd whispered in her ear, sure she could smell the stench of weed off his clothes and the smell of alcohol on his breath, "Whassamatter, eh? Scared of a little fun?" After that he'd laughed as he let her go and swiftly picked up his bag, hurrying further down the path in the same direction he'd been traveling in.
Of course, that brought HER out. That little angry ball of disapproving darkness. She floated behind him, invisible in the shadows of the trees under this moonless night. He could hear her, but there wasn't anybody else who could, not that he knew, anyway. He wondered, as she started in on him, whether he'd subconciously summoned her up or if she'd come out on her own.
Fucking hell, Pierce.
"Yeah, I'da done that if she wasn't so willin' to scream."
Is this going to be your solution again? Drink yourself to death?
"The keyword 'again' doesn't really apply if I'm still alive, now does it?"
You know what I mean.
"Do I?" Pierce reached into his bag and pulled out one of his bottles of vodka. He popped the cork right next to her and started drinking.
That seemed to set her off. With an angry outburst she started on him, calling him things like 'scum of the earth' and 'perverted alcoholic wastepipe of empty worth' or something like that, things he'd heard a hundred times before in fifteen different languages and he'd likely hear as many times again. Ignoring her just made her angrier, so, naturally, he just drank and kept walking, not listening to a word she was saying. it wasn't until he was in his usual spot, a small rest gazebo built along the trail with a couple benches, a couple wastebaskets, and a place for cigarettes that he stopped with a sigh. Sitting down, this time he actually pulled out a cigarette and lit it up before waving a hand. The lady ball of darkness disappeared, back to where he kept her, and then he just sat back with a sigh, blowing smoke clouds and looking up at the stars, stretched out and relaxing for all he was worth. Not much, if you'd listened to the ball of darkness. For the next couple hours he heard one or two people come and go, passing him on their late-night trips through the trail, but he ignored them. Whenever he finished one cigarette, he just lit up another, and in two hours he'd already three empty bottles by his feet and was halfway through the third.