Regroup (RP)

Persephone rolls her eyes a bit at Henry's boorishness; even drunk, she notices his clumsy appeals to her heritage and beauty, but she lets it slide. And she simply shrugs at the question of who shall pay, caring little. She insists, however, that her company car service ferry them the few blocks to her condo, so that she not get wet--she doesn't want to arrive at a party looking like a wet dog, even if it is just her little sis' get together!

When they ride up the elevator, she takes Henry's arm in hers and rests her head on his shoulder, taking comfort in his nearness and presence. When the doors open and the music can be heard, though, she runs forward, laughing, pulling him along behind her by the hand.

When she opens the door, she immediately slips off her shoes and continues to pull him along and begins dancing with him -- or, as it might perhaps be better described, at him. She dances her way into the condo and makes a bee-line for the glasses and bottles lined up on the counter, pouring herself and Henry a drink. She waves to Circe and Edward, having forgotten entirely about the tension she caused with Edward earlier that night.

She pulls Henry toward her as they dance, still not intending romance, but finding herself in his arms nonetheless.

For a moment, she wasn’t sure if she was awake or not. It was so dark, just like in those tunnels...

But then she heard the rain tapping against the windows, the smell of damp fabric and sweat, rather than brimstone. She blinked, slowly pulling herself up, but it took a moment longer for her heart to stop pounding fast

"David?" she whispered, and twisted around to look for him "...are you alright?"
Instead of turning on the lights, she fumbled for her phone. The soft glow of her phone would be enough; she didn’t want to wake him if he was still trying to sleep

Persephone laughs, too. loudly, at Circe's annoyance. She puts an arm around Henry, her hand playing with his ear and hair, and she says, "This is Henry! I met him this weekend, but he has been a friend of Emma's since college!" Then, glancing over at Edward and the others, she leans in closer to Circe to whisper something, but accidentally bumps into her. She then whispers, again too loudly, saying, "So are you and Edward together? How is he? You know, in bed?"

Persephone laughs again as the room spins. She puts her hand to her face and mutters, "Oooh I should maybe... maybe lie down for a second. Come here, Henry!"

She drags him toward her bedroom.

Emma winced as the smell hit her, then once again when he mentioned Sarah’s name. She tried to suppress her irritation as she got off the bed, but the ‘accident’ unsettled her in more than one way. Waking up in the middle of the night was bad enough, but her husband’s suggestion to call another woman into their bedroom to take care of the mess he made while his wife was standing right there didn’t sit well with her. And there was something more disturbing about all of this. She wasn’t a doctor, but losing control of one’s blabber was usually indicative of a serious condition.

"Go take a shower. And a couple of paracetamols for your fever" she said as she climbed out of the warm bed "I’ll deal with this"

Sighing to herself, she headed to the hallway cupboard to fetch a cleaning rag and a bucket. The puddle on the floor was actually the easiest part to deal with. The mattress was nearly impossible. It still left a big stain, even after scrubbing it with water and soap, though at least most of the smell was gone.

She tossed the soiled pajamas and the soaked bedsheets into the hamper, then fetched a fresh set from the living room, one of the ones Sarah had washed earlier that day.

She wasn’t happy.

It was becoming clear David wasn't having an affair after all (How did she ever convince herself that he could, while he was running such a high fever, was a question she would have to answer for herself). But what bothered her more was the thought that he would rather suffer alone, sleeping in his own filth, than call her.

Then again… she has been hiding much worse things from him.

Fuck it

She sighed again

She could no longer count on Pers to help her reveal the truth about the supernatural. But she was going to tell David anyway, once he was feeling a little stronger. Whether he believed her or not.