Brigida sat up quickly when she heard a knock on the door and tiptoed over, peering through the hole. Varna was leaning on the wall, laughing to himself quietly. She frowned and opened the door slowly, squinting at the light in the hallway. He smiled and touched her face lightly. She pulled away and stepped to the side, letting him inside. “It’s daaaaark omg you’re wearing pants.” “Yes, I was asleep.” She rasped, flicking the lamp on. He just smiled and set two bottles of vodka on her entertainment center, walking to the window and pushing the curtain out of the way to look out at the city. “BRIGHT.” He moaned, letting the fabric fall back into place. “Can you, like… go to sleep?” “You’re so pretty. Girl those pants are sensual on you mmm.” “You’re drunk.” “Want some?” “No, I want sleep. Please.” He handed her a bottle. “Just try it, you barely tasted it last tiiiime.” “If I try it will you go to sleep?” “Sure.” He giggled, shrugging. Brigida sighed and screwed the cap off, taking a small drink. She winced and gagged slightly after swallowing. “Isn’t it good?” His eyes were glittering with hope. “Um… yeah…” She tried to remove the strong flavor from the back of her tongue. “It’s like when I drank rubbing alcohol because Ben wasn’t in the room and I was feeling suicidal. Kind of.” He just smiled and nodded. “Have some more.” “Go to sleep.” Varna screeched. Brigida blinked and held her nose, chugging half the bottle. Her boyfriend cheered. “Yay! More!” She sat down, trying not to puke. “Oh my god, that’s horrible.” “MORE!” She shook her head. “Just this one bottle. Then we both go to sleep.” He shrugged again. She took a deep breath and poured the rest down her unhappy throat. “Ow.” “PAIN MEANS GOOD.” “Pain means no more vodka and it’s time for bed.” She reached over and turned out the light, leaving Varna standing in the middle of the room. She shot him a glare through the darkness and turned to face the wall, squeezing her eyes shut.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Brigida sat up and turned the light back on. Varna grinned at her. She blinked. “I felt like my heart was gonna fall out my butt!” She giggled quietly. “Have you seen mean girls? It’s funny. We should watch it. I’m thirsty.” Varna winked and handed her the other bottle. She opened it and tossed the cap to the side, taking a large swallow. “See if mean girls is on. I can’t sleep. Who needs sleep? I don’t! Omg we should have a pillow fight. I wonder if the pool is open.” Varna opened the balcony door and screeched again. She giggled and quickly finished half the bottle, then gave it back to him, a clouded image of Ben warning her of alcohol poisoning in the back of her mind.
“It’s a wonderful world of colooor.” Brigida sang softly, tracing patterns in the ceiling with her head resting on Varna’s stomach. She stood up and thrusted against the wall, then turned around, making her eyebrows dance. “Is that a banana in your pocket or are you happy to see me?” Varna laughed, holding himself up on his elbows. By this time, he had sobered up enough to enjoy her ridiculousness and was doing so. “I like you.” She mumbled, twirling in a circle. “I’m your boyfriend, I hope you like me.” “Omg I have a boyfriend wow let’s tell the neighbors!” She ran to the wall and pressed against it. “I HAVE A BOYFRIEND. Omg they sound busy omg are they killing an animal EW WHAT’S GOING ON IS EVERYTHING OKAY.” Varna pulled her away from the wall and smiled. “Let’s leave them to whatever they’re doing.” She rolled her eyes up to the ceiling and stared at it. “On a hunt for the booty.” She whispered. Augustine burrowed farther into the small blankets in his cage. Brigida pressed hard on Varna’s shoulders, making him sit on the bed. “If you have your chicken in life… then you will… be… like me.” He nodded, trying not to laugh again. “Right.” “YOU ARE MY… BIRTHDAY SONG. FRIEND.” She laughed hysterically, shoulders shaking, and sat on his lap. He blinked and patted her back slightly, nodding again. She giggled and positioned her head on his shoulder, licking his ear slowly. “Your ear tastes like sand. And ocean. Is your ear the beach? Can we go swimming in your ear? Is your ear big enough for that? Maybe inside this little hole,” She stuck her finger into his ear. “There’s a really big hole, like a portal. And we can go to the beach. Can you go inside your own ear? That would be cool. Or weird. Or both. You would like, suck yourself into your ear. And when you came back, you would like grow back out of your ear. Woah.” She rolled over on the bedspread, moving her arms in and out. “I’m an angel.” He smiled. “You’re such an angel.” “I know. I know I am. Are you an angel too? That would be cool. We could be angels together and like… do angel stuff.” “What kind of stuff do angels do?” “They do everything I do, duh.” “Oh, right. Of course.” “You are just not the sharpest tool in the barn, are you?” She patted his head, smiling at him sympathetically. He fought a grin. “No. I’m not.” “Poor angel. Can we still go to the beach inside your ear?” She yawned slightly, watching as he covered her with the soft, fluffy bedspread. “Of course we can.” He kicked off his pants and shoes, sliding under the covers and reaching over her to reposition the trashcan in proportion with her pillow. “Yay. That sounds nice.” “I know it does.” She buried her face into his shirt and closed her eyes when he turned the lamp off. “Are we going right now?” She whispered. “Yes. Just be very still and quiet and keep your eyes closed. We’ll be there soon.” “Yay.” “Okay. I love you.” “Love you toooo….”
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