Trick Or Treat!

[Shade]

Shade gave the wine bottle a contemplative look, just as if she was pondering about taking another sip or no. "Oh, but I got rest already." she said, trying to sound convinced but not really sounding as honest as she wished she sounded before deciding for another swig. It was half a lie and she knew that. She had been lieing in an extra hospital bed all night, but had been to overtaxed to get much sleep. She had drifted off some times, maybe even gotten two or so hours of sleep, but te rest had been an uneasy drowsyness. Probably stress still trying to find something to vent.

[Gambit]

"Right," Gambit said, and it was unclear from his tone whether he was being sarcastic or was indeed accepting Shade's response. He rubbed his forehead with the sole of his palm, not letting go of the cigarette, then pulled at the cigarette again, releasing the smoke up into the ceiling. He remained like this for a moment, studying the ceiling, then returned his glance to Shade. "Well, I think I'll jus' get back into bed, grab the laptop an' spend the rest of the day like that."

[Shade]

Shade placed the bottle next to herself and refused the urge to let her head drop onto her knees, since she was sitting with her knees pulled towards her body. Even after they had been looked after an after she now could be certain that Gambit was okay, she was not feeling a hundred per cent fine - emotionally. She didn´t know if Gambit sensed that, one because she was not showing that as openly right now, any two because maybe he was thinking things through as well.

"If you don´t mind," she said. "I guess I´ll just curl up next to you. I probably can´t sleep now, but..." I don´t want to sit here just in the company of a bottle of wine. I don´t want to feel awkward. "...I guess I kind of need that right now." Just as good an answer. And just as true.

[Gambit]

Gambit gave her a weird look. It felt strange, like she was almost asking for permission to do that. "'kay," he said, deciding she needed an answer anyway. "Well, in that case, we could watch a movie or play Worms or something." He flicked the ash off out of the window.

(( he-he ))

[Shade]

His look told Shade that her own communication right now was probably weird and not making too much sense. She pondered about what she had said in the last few minutes and came to the conclusion that most of it had been nonsense and she chuckled at that and wiped her hand across her face.

"Yeah." she said then, her face lighting up more for the first time since they had entered the apartment. "let´s play Worms. Normal, non-bloody activity and all that." She grabbed the wine bottle, scrambled to her feet and had to grab the rim of the kitchen counter, almost dropping the bottle. when she suddenly felt dizzy.


((*imagines Shambit playing Worms* I think that´s strangely fitting in an oddball way))

[Gambit]

Gambit's reflexes were still with him, even if his body wasn't obeying him all that well at the moment. The cigarette stub went into a tiny explosion out of the window as Gambit rushed to catch Shade, maybe slower than usual but still fast enough. He pressed his chest against her back for support and carefully took the wine bottle of her hand to place it onto the counter.

"That's enough alcohol for ya," he said softly, half-hugging her with one arm.

[Shade]

It wasn´t bad enough to have her have problems walking, but she sure had drunk a little too fast while sitting and that was coming back with a little vengeance now. "Wow..." she said, unable to help the fact that she had to giggle a little at the whole scene. "that´s something I didn´t think I´d ever hear." Yeah, add another point to the list of those things, Shadey.

[Gambit]

"There's first time for everythin', chere," Gambit said, leaning down and picking her up to carry her to the bedroom.

[Shade]

"Well, in that respect I guess I was totally having a blast last night." Shade said with a sincere nod and a face as if she were stating something really important. She´s usually hug him round the neck when he carried her but of course didn´t do that now.

[Gambit]

"Definitely," Gambit agreed, carefully passing the doorway and then another, bringing Shade into the bedroom. He lowered her onto the bed and, straightening up again, started to take his clothes off, not really wishing to lazy around in bed in jeans. There were some minor bruises on him from the fight last night, but those would heal soon enough, he was certain.

[Shade]

Shade had just quickly put on another shirt when they had left for the hospital and even though the bite had been cleaned and she had had the oportunity to take a quick shower and wash of theremaining blood, her jumper wasn´t exactly looking clean any more. So she unceremoniously followed Gambit´s example and let her things drop next to the bed. Her shoulder was sporting a bruise by now and it didn´t feel too comfortable to move it, but probably looked worse than it felt. And she had had worse black and blue marks before.

Letting herself drop on the bed, she stared at the ceiling. "We need a screen up there." she said. "so we could just lie on our backs and watch stuff or play video games." So much for being lazy.

[Gambit]

Gambit raised his eyes to the ceiling as well. "Oh the number of times I thought 'bout it," he chuckled. "I'd prefer a mirror," he said and then climbed onto the bed and grabbed his pillow to prop it up against the wall. "Or it could be simply a huge screen connected to a camera, which could be used as a mirror AND for games an' movies."

[Shade]

"That would be cool." Shade said, tiling her head to the side a little as if she was trying to imagine what that would look like, then added, snickering. "Cameras above the bed. That´s kinda kinky."

[Gambit]

Gambit sat down, leaning against the pillow, and picked his laptop up from the floor. He glanced at Shade, trying to assess her condition. "Kinky, sure."

[Shade]

"Uh huh." Shade said, spreading her arms and still looking at the ceiling, before she turned her head. She had taken a few big gulps from the wine and was a little tipsy, even though not extremely so. She probably would have drunk more if he hadn´t taken the bottle away.

Seeing Gambit had gotten the laptop, she propped herself up into a sitting position. "We could bet on something. Winner gets...whatever." Probably a risky thing to suggest, seeing she was no match against him in anything that involved fine motor skills. Not that she cared.