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[shrimpheavennow]

WHOO! NO EVENT THIS WEEKEND!

You know what that means? It's time to get TURNT.

[Eleanor upends a tequila bottle directly into her mouth, takes a few swallows, then drops it to point into the camera.]

Y'all gotsta catch up. It's too cold now for the floating bar, so I'm just at the reg-lar one.

[She hiccups.]

This is a totally open invitation, but obvs I'd prefer all the really hot people show up. Like, we've got some rull hot people here and I haven't slept with anywhere near enough of you. Just saying.

[Uhhh, yeah, that's all she's got.]

KAY, BYE BITCHES.

[The feed ends.]

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[thevulnerability]

I'm the last one to judge someone for a crazy night out, but you might want to slow it down.

[shrimpheavennow]

Mmmm, why though?

Not like I can die here. That's kind of the best part of this place, if you think about it.

[thevulnerability]

I was suggesting it less because of death and more because of the fact that you might regret making an ass out yourself on the network in the morning.

[shrimpheavennow]

Pshhh. Have you ever heard of YOLO?

[ARGUMENT WON.]

[thevulnerability]

Have you ever heard of public humiliation resulting in rehab?

[ Something Chloe has managed to avoid but has seen too many other celebrities fall victim to. ]

[shrimpheavennow]

I've heard of Rehab by Amy Winehouse?

[Which is basically her philosophy on the matter. She's not THAT bad, after all.]

[thevulnerability]

You do know what happened to her, right?

[ Not to be insensitive, but Chloe isn't sure Eleanor should be trying to relate to any of that. ]

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[oneagainstall]

[Everyone's acting fucking batshit and Gren has 100% had enough of all of it. He kind of likes Eleanor, and he doesn't want her doing something she'd regret. ]

Maybe you...shouldn't do that fuckin' thing. What happened to not doing stuff that could fuck things up later? Because this is probably one of those things.

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[shrimpheavennow]

What? I don't even know what you're talking about. I definitely want to do the fucking thing. That's like, half the reason for going out.

[oneagainstall]

Ugh. This is going to be a long fucking night.

[But he's already getting up, heading to the regular bar. Because someone should probably save Eleanor from herself. ]

You stay where you are. I'm gonna come and make sure you don't...fuckin' decide to jump off the fuckin' roof or fall into the swimming pool and drown or some shit.

[shrimpheavennow]

Suuuuuuure.

[She sees where this is going.

WINK.]

[oneagainstall]

Yeah. Whatever. Wink all you like. Just don't move.

[And not long after that, he arrives, looking around trying to find her.]

[shrimpheavennow]

[She doesn't move, mostly because walking is hard right now. But when she sees Grendel she waves, grinning broadly.]

Heyyyyyy, man. You here to take me home? Because I'm super ready.

[oneagainstall]

[He rolls his eyes when he spots her, walking over. Wow, this sure is Bad Decisions Eleanor.]

I'm gonna take you to get something to fuckin' eat and get you a glass of water, and then I'm gonna put you somewhere to sleep where you'll hopefully not choke on your own goddamn puke. So I hope you're super ready for that.

[shrimpheavennow]

[Eleanor pouts.]

That's no fun. Why'd you come if you didn't want to fool around?

[She reaches out, misses once, then catches a hold of his collar. Stage whispers:]

I've never done it with a monster before.

[oneagainstall]

Because for some unfathomable reason I give a shit and don't want you fuckin' your life up because the mansion's screwing you around.

[He grimaces, taking her hand in his- only to casually pluck it from his collar. Then he lets her go, but stays nearby if only to catch her before she faceplants off her stool or something.]

Yeah well, you're still gonna keep that record, good for you. Now, you wanna walk to the kitchen or do I got to help you?

[shrimpheavennow]

Kitchen?

[She's already lost track of their conversation, but this? This she can get behind!]

Can we get nachos? I am so up for nachos. Always. At all times.

[oneagainstall]

[He relaxes, because herding her away from the booze is the best idea and if she wasn't down for that, he wasn't looking forward to literally carrying a drunk person all that way. ]

Yeah, sure thing Eleanor. We can have all the fuckin' nachos that you want.

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[middlefinger]

[you know who is also more of a hot mess than usual due to this event? wynonna. she's already downed most of a bottle of whiskey by the time she responds.]

Way ahead of you.

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[shrimpheavennow]

Yaaaassss, gurl. Come party with me. We can find some cowboys to ride!

[That's Wynonna's thing, right?]

[middlefinger]

Hard pass, reminds me too much of home, at least as far as the cowboys go.

[the cowboys, that is. this wynonna never stuck around in purgatory long enough to meet or fall in love with doc. so when she thinks of cowboys she mostly just thinks about a lot of the idiot tourists they used to get back home. or the revenants. either way, no thanks.]

The rest could be fun though, better than partying alone.

[shrimpheavennow]

Huh? I thought you were like, banging that Doc guy.

Whatever, yeah, just come party with meeeeee. [WHIIIINNNEEEE]

[middlefinger]

Doc? You mean like Doc Holliday? He died like a hundred years ago. I don't do corpses.

[but a party is a party, what could possibly go wrong.]

Which bar are you at there's like twenty of them here.

[shrimpheavennow]

[Confusing, but ok.]

Fourth floor. It's too cold for the floating one.

[middlefinger]

Cool. That's my favorite one.

[and soon enough she's making her way there.]

I'd say I hope you didn't have too much fun without me but let's be real, I was drinking even before I got here.

[shrimpheavennow]

That's my girl.

[Eleanor grins and lifts up her own x numberth beverage, then knocks the rest of it back.

Then she leans her head in and makes a half-assed attempt at a stage whisper.]

Soooo. No cowboys, but are we looking to get you a lil somethin'-somethin'?

[middlefinger]

I mean, I never say no to a little something-something.

[especially when she can't remember that she's committed to someone, because she doesn't remember meeting them. whoops. ]

What about you? Should be looking for a few options?

[shrimpheavennow]

That'd be sweet. I haven't really burned any bridges yet, and the dry streak is getting a little too streaky, if you know what I'm saying.

[She makes a face that indicates she isn't sure herself.]

My type is sexy mailman.

[middlefinger]

I didn't realize that was anyone's type.

[talesuntold]

I'm having some serious flashbacks right now. [To her own wild party girl phase. Which she's mostly grown out of, at least in the happy sense. But the past year or two have been a trainwreck, and alcohol is 100% back on the table at least for this version of Maggie.]

I can't sleep with you, because I think you're already way too drunk for the 'safe sex when your partner has a zombie virus' talk, but I can manage drinking and dancing. Where are you at?

[shrimpheavennow]

Yeah, let's dance! And I def want to hear about zombie STDs if that's a thing even if I probs won't remember tomorrow.

I'm at the baaaar. Fourth floor.

[talesuntold]

It absolutely is a thing, unfortunately. My whole world's infected so there's nothing to worry about back home [...you know, except for death by zombie...], but here, I can't even make out with my boyfriend.

See you soon!

[Maggie does detour by her room to change into tight jeans and a sheer lace top over her black bra, because she might as well dress up if she's answering the siren call of someone seeking really hot drinking buddies. But then she's there, waving and making her way over to Eleanor.]

[shrimpheavennow]

[Aww, that's sad. She's just about to say she should get a different boyfriend when she hangs up, and then by the time Maggie shows up in person Eleanor's almost forgotten she was coming.]

Oh heyyyyy. Wow, you look hotter in person. Good job. A+ sluttification.

[talesuntold]

Alas, any prospective boyfriend or girlfriend in Wonderland would come with the same problem. Except her two bosses from home, which... no. That would be a no from everyone in question.

She laughs. "I don't think sluttification's a word listed in the dictionary, but I'll accept it. Hi. I'm Maggie."

[shrimpheavennow]

"Dictionaries are for nerds and old people. If I could communicate just in emojis and Insta filters, I would."

She blinks, then realizes she missed part of what Maggie said.

"Oh, Eleanor. I'm Eleanor. And I look less hot in person but that's only a like, 10% decrease, so."

[talesuntold]

"I've been a writer and editor for a living." The past tense almost doesn't hurt this time. Maybe with enough repetitions, it will stop entirely. "They might take away my blogging license if I forgot how words worked. Though you never know. Some people churn out memes full-time."

She grins. "You're plenty hot. No complaints here." Maggie orders herself a tequila shot because she figures she might as well start with hard liquor if she's planning on even a semblance of keeping up with Eleanor's drinking.

[livemoore]

[ Liv is ready to PARTY, let's go. ]

Which bar? I'm totally up for looking for guys to take back to my room.

[ Liv 's choice was to take the cure for zombie-ism. She has no boyfriend, no reason to be attached to whatever zombie causes there are anymore, and she's ready to live her best life, let's go! ]

There are like, three bars inside.

[ She's sending the video even as she's fixing her hair in the mirror. ]