[Sodium_noir] Hell - That's Other People, Right?

[Eric]

Sinclair Party
Cloakroom
  
Christine, Sandra
Wreck, Rescue
  
[Sandra]
"Whoa, whoa... Easy there, girl," she says taking Christine around the shoulders. "Why don't you just sit down for moment. You're looking about 10 shades the other side of pale."
 
Guiding Christine around to the front of the chair, she helps her sit down. "Here. Just sit down for a minute. Let me get you a glass of water. You look like you could use something other than alcohol right now. I'll be right back. Promise."
 
Sandra quickly grabs one of the complimentary paper cups from the ladies room and fills it with cold water. Returning to the cloakroom, she sees the woman sitting there with her head in her hands, evidently trying to keep the room from spinning.
 
"Here. Drink this," she says handing the cup to Christine.
  
[Christine]
Christine lifts her head from her hands and accepts the water with a shaky word of thanks. 
   
  [Sandra]
Looking around she looks to see if anyone else might be looking for her before turning her attention back to Christine. "Looks like you've had a rough evening," she says.
  
[Christine]
Christine focuses blearily on the woman in front of her. It isn't helpful that her rescuer is poised and exotically gorgeous, given the state she's in, but Christine still manages to be grateful. She smiles wanly.
  
"Not great," she says. "Life is too weird . . . " She breaks off, stricken. How impossible it is to explain. It's all so crazy - the Sight, the Handmaid of Fate thing. Christine barely understands it herself. Mostly, she just wants to make it all stop but there no way she can tell that to this lovely, together woman, looking at Christine, her face radiating kindly concern.  Christine smiles again, trying to make it more convincing, striving to inject a little normality into her life.
  
"Christine," says Christine but this time, she doesn't offer a beautiful stranger her hand to shake, "and thankyou for interrupting an . . . an awkward conversation back then." Christine breaks off, her gaze searching the other woman's with sudden, sharp anxiety. "There was another woman in here with me - wasn't there?"
   
  [Sandra]
  "You mean Blonde, Leggie, Freaky Pasty White? Temperature dropped about 20 degrees while she was in the room? That particular 'other woman'?" she asks gesturing towards the cloakroom exit with her hand. "No, you weren't hallucinating. And judging from your reaction, it's someone you would have rather never seen again."
   
  Judging from the woman's demeanor when she asked, this poor girl wasn't drinking to have fun. She was doing her damnedest to keep from feeling bad. That was never a good sign. "Sandra," she says introducing herself. "I'm sorry it's not under better circumstances." 
   
  Sandra kneels on one knee next to the distraught woman. "It's ok," she says in a quiet, comforting tone resting a warm hand on her arm seeing she was doing all she could to hold herself together. "I won't leave you alone. Just take it easy for few."
   
  Sandra looks behind her at the cloakroom exit both to see if the Ice Queen was gone or if anyone else was looking for her. "Speaking of being alone, did you arrive by yourself or are you with someone?"
   
  ~ Taggity Christine :-)
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