[Seasonal Event] Left To Rot [Open]

Samuel Though I know I should know better Well, I can make this work Is it just part of the process? Well, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, it hurts Well, that was what he got for trying to be happy. He had jumped into life headfirst and hit the bottom, his blood spilling out in the form of a mass of distrust and hurt. Sam couldn't believe only a few days ago he had been so thrilled to imagine his future, safe in Remi's arms with potential and friends. Now he had lost two of his friends and Remi had betrayed him barely a week into their relationship. Worse, he was stuck in place where people were determined to talk and live around him. He couldn't stay hiding in a back room forever though (there were counts during Longnight and the worst thing would be if someone came looking for him) so he came up to the bar, got himself a tea and sat in the furthest corner from the crowd that he could. When he saw Remi he pointedly moved his eyes away, trying to pretend they weren't brimming with tears. The fact that he can taste his tea was a harsh reminder of the upgrade, which felt both a blessing and a curse now. He could feel, be more normal, but would always be reminded of Remi. The way he had been touched, kissed, loved...no, not loved. Used. He pushed his tea to the side and sunk down onto the table, his shoulders shaking with sobs that couldn't quite find the tears anymore.

Welp. This isn’t quite the party she imagined. Lily snuck back in after singing to the herd (apparently it didn’t do much good… the Monsters still managed to get through) and did her best to mind her own business. She watches the commotion and the bodies and the relationships developing all around her - silent in her water-drinking (alcohol just seems like a Bad with a capital B idea right now) and observation. She’s used to sitting and observing, used to being the sober one when everyone around her has lowered their inhibitions to the point where they’re saying more than they mean to… She certainly hasn’t caught it all. There are far too many people here, but she recognizes Bastien and his fondness for drink, Rexanna, and Remi… Deimos, looking as broody and handsome as ever, and Melita. Phoebe isn’t here… she hopes the little blonde thing is ok. Truth be told, she’s on the verge of regretting her decision to come here, though there wasn’t another viable option. There’s too much Drama. Too much noise. Too much death. She feels like a sitting duck, feels like all these people in one place is just asking for a problem. But she has no way to change her circumstances. No magic, no way to protect herself. It would be folly to leave, so she won’t. Lily will just sit here, sleep here, and make up songs in her head about this week - not all of which will be flattering. She spots a ginger man in the corner, alone now, when she’s usually seen him in the company of another man. Her eyes narrow, catching the tell-tale micromovements of concealed sobs, having seen too many women paint the same picture. Her lips purse together and she goes up to the bar, asks for two shots of the dark stuff, and then sidles on over the sad man and his lonely cup of tea. Placing the small little glass in front of him, she sits on the other side of the table and takes a wild stab at what’s bothering him. “Men suck. They are an unfortunate but necessary evil.” Literally. She makes her money off their vices. lily as if you were on fire from within the moon lives in the lining of your skin

Samuel Though I know I should know better Well, I can make this work Is it just part of the process? Well, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, it hurts Sam heard the clink of a glass hitting the table before him and looked up to see a woman. For a moment the ginger hair made him panic, think it was his sister - but no, it was someone he didn't know. He pushed a hand through his hair and smiled a little thanks for the drink, which he sipped at. He had never been one for alcohol, which showed in the way he wrinkled his nose. How she so accurately guessed his problem he wasn't sure (were people talking about him and Remi?) but he was more than accepting of the chance to vent. "Mmm. He...He ch-cheated on me. With a woman upstairs." Maybe Remi didn't see it that way (and maybe Sam wouldn't in the future) but in the moment it was the only way Sam could see to communicate the situation. "...Ma...maybe it's just better. T-to stay lo...lonely. Then you d-don't get hurt." He suggested, looking at Lily. What had her experiences been like? He was aware of the world enough to know it would be different for a woman to be with men.