Another Year, Another Beer, c

She rolled out of bed. Yes, a bed. She still couldn't believe it. A bed. She had a bed! ...Actually, it was Rocky's bed but she sorta-kinda kicked him outta it last night. And a couple of other nights. Oops. He'd given her a place to sleep - the couch - but she had learned the first night she did it that she actually crawled into his bed in some drunken way, mumbling (shouting was the more correct term) about him being a stiff, it was frigging nothing and she wouldn't "take advantage of him". Ahaha... She learned much earlier in life from her brother that she had a habit of doing that. Sleep 'mumbling' and walking, but only if they had happened to find a good place to sleep. Otherwise she huddled up in a corner. If it was deemed safe and warm, she would try to cuddle up to the nearest person with only a shred of self awareness. Luckily that had been her brother one hundred percent.

Now she was living with a near stranger. He was a stiff, but he wasn't an ass. Yeah, she'd been wary of mooching off of the dude. It was one thing to let somebody buy you shit, it was another to steal from them, but staying at their house for free? She kept expecting some pimp to show up, or Rocky to be a pimp. Nope. So far all she knew about him was he was from the South in America and he worked at a garage around here. And the dude could have done something in her non-existent state when she crawled into bed with him, but no. So he was a'ight with her, for now. "Friggin... toothbrush..." she murmured, grasping in the air. Peeking out from under the cover told her it was near... WHAT?! Midnight?! It was midnight! Holy fuck, how long had she slept? How come nobody woke her up?!

Ever since she started staying here, she'd been lazing around and doing practically nothing. The odd time she'd go outside. But it made her sick, still, thinking even a pretty place like Nova Athenis had a "poor side" to it. Darci still felt obligated to do something, so she did. Groceries, mostly. And, uh, burning things if she cooked something in the stove. She preferred a good old fashioned fire.

The young woman heard a TV, meaning that the owner of the house was here. She quickly changed out of her newly acquired PJ's and just threw on whatever. 'Whatever' turned out to be opening the other person's clothing drawers and taking whatever belonged to them. She threw on a white shirt and jeans, rolling the latter up so she wouldn't trip. Walking bare foot toward the noise, Darcel immediately picked out Rocky from his dark brown mess of hair. She made a squinting face at the beer, resisting the urge to take it and throw it out the window. "Aw, mans. Missed the pretty light show" she moaned sarcastically, flopping on the ground to stare at the TV. "where's the feed?" she added, meaning what New Years celebration in the whole of the world was this coming from. America? Nova? Canada? England?

"HALY FUCK RELAX!" his sudden burst of yell-dom freaked her out. Quick as a cat, she had slithered away from him and backed up against a wall, fists in front of her. Having just woken up, she really had no idea how much the guy had drank. People drank tons when it came to this festive crap. Hell, people drank tons for no frigging reason at all. When people drank, they did dumb shit. Like throw things. Bottles for instance. Or they got all moody and violent. Darci still didn't know Rocky very well, so she was about ready to split and run if things got bad. Instead he turned away from her again, clearing his throat and apologizing. She still stood up against the wall, but lowered one fist. He may be bigger than her, but she tangled with worse. "ain't like I took ya trainin' bra."

It was probably not a good idea to mess with a guy who was potentially drunk, but that had freaked her out, bringing back memories. Her reaction to shit was to back talk, hoping the situation would get better if things had a lighter sense. Seriously, she just put on the first thing she saw. It's like the guy hadn't even seen his own clothes before. Or like...she walked out naked, or in some freaky dominatrix suit. Sheesh. Well... she couldn't stand there in silence for much longer, glaring at Rocky in the dark.

"I missed yellin' out some crappy resolution that I ain't gonna do, like every friggin' year" Darci blew some stray hair out of her face, walking over again. "think I gots low iron or somethin'. Sleepin too much."

She made a sound that sounded something between a snort and a laugh at his comment, yet remained silent. Again, he was freaked out by her wearing his clothes? The first thing she did when she came here was take a shower and rummage through his stuff. Her own clothing had been soaked thanks to the heavy downpour, and also ripped from trying to scale a fence. If she actually found lady clothes in Rocky's apartment, she would have high tailed it outta there naked. It was frigging common sense to just take his clothes for the time being, but then he bought her clothes. Bought her other things too. All she had to do was look at something, and he'd buy it. Was the dude upset that she was continually wearing his clothes now that she had her own?

Well. She wasn't the most courteous guest. Darci did kinda just 'take' things. Perhaps because she had shared most of her stuff with a brother. Except skirts. And bras.

"I can cook ma own stuff!" she shot back, slightly embarrassed that she hadn't been able to produce anything without a makeshift fire. Like stated, she burned everything. It was a wonder she hadn't set fire to the place. Nevertheless, she rummaged around in the fridge, edging her way around the beer to find leftover macaroni. Taking that and a fork, she walked over to Rocky again and flopped onto the floor. She wasn't thirsty yet.

"Ah, I see. So I'm like, a last resort?" she pointed out, jabbing a fork full of macaroni toward him. Darci had a sly smile on her face. She wasn't put off by that remark of his. If he wanted to go party, go party. She wasn't gonna stop him. She couldn't get into any place because she didn't have any ID. She also didn't drink, so what fun was she ever going to be? No drugs either. And no dancing. Can't dance for the life of her. Darci thought about raiding a club once. Lots of people with bills in their pockets, ready to spend it on alcohol and other dumb shit. She was doing them a service, taking away their money. Making it safer for the islanders.

Either way, she wasn't legal to get into clubs.

"Yea. Always say Imma lose those last ten pounds but never do" the young woman laughed.