( open ) you doing anything to keep her by your side

[disagree]

Who ❄️ Eula and you!
What ❄️ July catchall. Substories, mingle things, Eula getting white-girl wasted again.
When ❄️ July duh
Where ❄️ Around town
Content Warnings ❄️ Copious amounts of alcohol. The rest is TBA.


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[disagree]

[ well, if he says so. eula will inevitably kill him in the morning anyway.

it does tell her they've arrived though, and she attempts to stand up from her seat. she succeeds, but not without a lot of wobbling before leaning her back against the car for support. oh god, she's still out of it. good thing there aren't a lot of people out around this time of night. ]

A little... help?

[ hi, she still can't walk on her own, ]

[federates]

[ ah, yes... who knows how successful this attempt will be - barton nearly stumbled over the curb himself, but does eventually meander his way over to eula's side. while eula's tall, he stoops slightly so that she can grab onto him better, however she may, while he snakes an arm around her waist. ]

[ his vision's spinning, but not as unpleasantly as it felt while trying to stay in his lane. ]

Which -- Which one's your apartment, again?

[disagree]

[ like he said, they'd survived worse. if they can make it inside the building in this state in one piece, they've won. but for now, eula wastes no time in clinging onto the arm that was offered to her, her hand making its way around barton's waist as well. ]

It's...

[ she tells him, and then they're off on their own sluggish but careful pace. aside from the odd looks they're getting from the guards, there doesn't seem to be any signs of lost souls roaming around the premises at this time of night. for once she's grateful that a bunch of them are inherent honor students who wouldn't dare go out at this hour.

up the elevator, and soon they arrive in front of eula's door. just give her a moment to get her keys before she can unlock it. ]

...Thank you. I had fun tonight. [ until she sees what he did to her car, that is. for now her bashful smile is all he needs to know. ] Can you...

[ "stay?", but somehow she's able to hold back the urge to ask that. of course he can't, he has places to be. ]

--make it back on your own?

[federates]

[ barton leans against her doorframe, casually, even if the gesture is mostly a front for keeping his balance. her bashful smile is easy to respond to with a grin of his own - it's not as if they're ending the night having had any other unmet expectations for it, after all. ]

[ because even while he would like to stay, that's not the question he's asked. instead she's met with a good-natured chuckle. what if he couldn't? would she help him back--? ]

Yeah, not like my place is far! I got this. [ of course. he stumbles back from the frame; as this isn't falling, he takes it as further proof of impending triumph. with an impressively sloppy salute, one that would bring shame for him to witness soberly from anyone, ]

G'night, Eula.

[disagree]

[ no, she would honestly have him stay a while. but she's still sensible even when drunk and... well. let's be real, they have to be professional here. they'd just narrowly avoided DUI violations, after all.

later on, though. she'll dwell on how that was probably the first time she'd had fun here without being obligated to. she may have spilled her feelings a little too much, but it may as well be worth it? he supported her all the way for some reason, and it gave her a nice kind of warmth that's different from what the drinks had provided. the department can be stifling, after all, so every little bit of fun counts.

and besides, he did say he wants to see her vengeance sometime, right? better get ready for that payback for that fender bender, then. :)

for now, she laughs at that clumsy salute as she slowly closes the door. but not before saying her own quiet: ]

Goodnight, Barton.