Stolen time and Margaritas [Kozue | Brotp]

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[attr="class","grBody"]"Homemade Margaritas. You better show up soon or I get drunk on my own."[break][break]

Not everything was always going perfect but yet, it was maybe useful to look at the things in a positive light. However, the problem was that Narcissa did not think herself capable of such a thing, especially not now. She remembered someone in chat speaking about alcohol and drinking and she made a comment that she wanted to burn her memories away with alcohol and why wait for a party when all she could do was invite the one person that cared? The thing was that she never believed anyone would care and that up to a few weeks ago she had feel lost and lonely. Everything had been going down the drain with whatever she had worked on. The fact that the man she worked the closest with had hurt her by saying the most romantic thing a person wanted to hear... well you could say it destroyed her. It wasn't his fault, it was hers. She thought it would have all gone fine, she had not thought Antonio of all people. Maybe she should make that clear to Kozue. Who was she kidding, she could not imagine anyone ever to fall in love with her. Not after everything that happened and every betrayal and yet... yet she stood here almost crying over her stupid homemade margaritas.[break][break]

First Barbados.[break][break]

Now Japan.[break][break]

Narcissa lift in a penthouse, with her sponsoring of her parents (which she did not need but just gladly accepted) and with the income of the Secretary of the State and the Garden of Whispers, she was anything but a poor person. The penthouse gave a view over a lot of things but also made her able to avoid people at any costs and give her a safe place. Surely there were bigger penthouses, such as Sonya's but she did not care, she actually liked this place. Which said a lot for someone who was banished from her love and her life. The penthouse had an elevator coming in her little hallway, where most of her jackets, coats and boots and shoes were just tossed in one corner and though it was nicely done, she still felt like it was chaotic, she did not do much about the hallway: she simply didn't care. The second room was a combination of the living room and a giant kitchen, if you came in from the hallway, you would find the cosy corner of her living room, tv and music tower on the left. The part between the kitchen on the left and the living room on the right was empty, it worked great for dancing and yoga and stuff, and she was lousy at decorating anyway.[break]
Her kitchen was her everything, the kitchen cabinets stalled into a u-form and were white with red accents. There were two very big windows behind them, but no one would be able to directly look into her house because there was no building in front of her, it gave her the idea of space. She had a wine cabinet on the opposite wall, with other big cabinets for snacks, food and so on. She did not really have a dining room, she used the cabinets as a sort of kitchen island with stools and the like. She barely had visitors so why work on it, this was also where she had made the margaritas and was now working on the rum shots. Soon she was done, cleaning up the salt, the lemons and the little splashes on the kitchen island and putting the drinks in the fridge. She made too much, she obviously did not care, this was all with the intention to get drunk after all.[break][break]

She had shared her pain albeit in a very light form with Kozue, the newest addition to the Garden and maybe if she picked favourites; her obvious favourite. They must be around the same age and they must have come to the point of villainy both with a proper reason or so she would like to believe. His talk about loyalty and his display of it in the last few weeks had made her feel better about herself and better about this... thing. She still did not dare to call it a friendship but she hoped it was. Surely she had a friendship with Sonya but she was still afraid of that woman and still felt like if she did not stand up for herself, Sonya would walk over her and demand everything from her while that was absolutely what she did not want to.[break][break]

She looked at the bottles of booze on the left still on the kitchen surface. She wished that she had a time machine and this never would have happened. Not a confession, not a Garden of Whispers, she would still be in Barbados. She did not want to be a pro-hero anymore, screw that, but she just wanted to be home. She decided to put a little bit of music on, overwhelmed by how easily she let her emotions take her. No, she would get that away, in a bit, she would just focus on the good stuff. She always had been a happy drunk person so that would be fine. No crying, no tearing herself apart, just her and Kozue having fun. She could ask him how the work was going and show him the piece of fabric that Kurosona dropped because she had forgotten to do so earlier. No, this was going to be fine.