Take Me to Church
soundtrack ;; jackie and wilson - hozier
attire ;; spring casual
approved arc ;; take me to church
word count total ;; 589
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She was having trouble sleeping. It was a predictable reaction to a combination of having received troubling assignments from these mysterious guys who called themselves the Revolutionary Army and the inevitable vodka that always followed when she received news that troubled her. It would have been far more convenient if said bad news had come at a more appropriate hour for taking shots, say around 5:00 PM or thereabouts. Instead, the letter had come at 2 AM, applying that dark, grave voice it always read as. "Go here, do this," it always said to some extent, and Rei-Rei could imagine Kaldur'ahm's face if she'd chosen to ignore them after he'd gone through so much trouble to get her an in, dour and wearied, possibly illuminated by the unflattering light of a moonlight reflected off whatever body of water he was floating in (because he was always in some body of water these days, swimming from Blue to Blue), "I can’t really do this anymore."
He'd been quiet then when she first said it, still and unmoving, thinking the words he wanted to say. Well, of course, he didn't have to say anything with gazes like that. She'd snatch the documents up and turn and walk off, knowing full well that he knew full well that she would carry out the assignments.
It was everything she could do not to burst into freakishly loud bouts of yelling and screaming at a person who probably didn’t care either way. This was the third time that she'd been asked to close out her tab and go upstairs to her rented room for the night. The THIRD time. One minute she'd be quite and nearly ready to blackout, and the next she'd be slushing lager around on patrons just trying to relax and listen to the band play. Similarly, she frequently changed decided she was no revolutionary, only to second guess that decision as well. This wasn’t what she wanted for himself. Reinaka hated conformity, rules and the like. Why did Kal have to look so good in underwear, though? He caused her so much trouble.
The self-esteem issues, the self-hate, the inconsistency, the great, amazingly awesome sex; it wasn’t worth all of this. It took another sip of the brandy and—in the middle of her inner speech about her feelings on this matter—caught the idea of one of the guys on the stage, effectively ending the monologue. She took another shot directly from the bottle. Well where did he come from? She was in Lvneel for god-sakes. Did they make em like this down here? He’d been flown up for an appointment and phootshoot his modeling agency, Wilhelmina Modeling Agency, had set up for him.
He shifted in her seat a bit, raising her posture and focusing her attentions on the man who seemed to have noticed her long before she'd caught sight of him. Aha! A distraction at last. She casually, as if had only just noticed the wild strands, tucked hair behind her ear with sheepish glance up in his direction. He fumbled a note and threw off the singer. The guy moaned, cursed and turned on his heel to the back of the stage to grab water and rummage his hand through his already crazed hair.
He looked over the guitarist and the band members. “We should like shit guys…We'll never last the fucking first round if we play like this tomorrow. Take five and come back ready! We can't afford to leave here until its perfect!”