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The hiccups continued. Hick, hick, hick – it was like the beat of a steady drum. It would have almost been musical, but the stench of booze and the swaying female made it all the more disgusting. Taking more and more swigs out of the bottle, beads of saliva and drink down her chin, the ebony female could feel herself slipping into a desired cloud of unconsciousness. Her mind had begun to go blank, her senses failing her. If she had paid close attention, she would have noticed the scent on the wind, she would have seen the approaching stranger… but no, she did not see, she did not smell. She was in alcoholic bliss, and as such, was ignorant of the rest of the world.
Unaware that there was company, bottle still entwined in her fingers, Lucia’s mouth parted. She was about to burst into song, but before the words rolled out, another voice cut her off. Peeling open her eyelids, a glassy green orb fell over the stranger in front of her. There was a look of distaste across her face as she eyed up her fellow optime, the words that she had spoken grated against Lucia’s ears. They almost flicked back in pain.
“Perhaps the question is not what my name is, but maybe why am I here? Why are we all here? What is our purpose?” Her words were slurred, spittle flying from her mouth. She tried to keep a steady gaze on the intruder of her personal space, but the swaying of her body, and the amount of alcohol in her system did not allow for such accuracy. “Maybe it is a question of why does pain exist. Why were hearts created, if only to get broken? What is the purpose of men? They eat, sleep, and destroy us… that’s all they do… They are pointless.” Her words fell away. Silence once again strolled happily into the surrounding area.
Lucia’s eyes closed, and for a moment or two, she could have been perceived as sleeping. Yet, the twitch of her fingers, and the lifting of the bottle to her lips once more, said otherwise. Still with shut eyes, she drank another sip. She was too drunk to be mean right now, too drunk to care about the stranger who disrupted valuable drowning time. She would just continue to drown, and hope that this inquisitive morsel in front of her did not feel the need to play heroine and save her. She did not want saving, whether she required it or not. She was a lost soul, and for an unforeseen amount of time, planned to stay that way.
“The name’s Lucia…” She spoke with little emotion. Blank, empty, expressionless - she was an unpainted canvass. She did not even look at the female; she just stared longingly at the back of her eyelids. It was a better view in her opinion. It was almost like talking to herself if she pretended. She could pretend… and she would.