[The delay is long enough that Jade does actually wonder if she hasn't fallen asleep already--though the texts that do come in, at length, indicate pretty strongly that she's about on the verge anyhow. As it generally goes, with alcohol...
Goodness, at some point he really would like to find out who even let her drink this much.
Still, at least this provides a perfect out by which to cleanly dodge having to directly address any other...extremely gross and weird feelings, which may or may not have been brought about by Rita's surprising level of frankness about now. There will be time to mull over the Implications of all this at some point...later. Plenty of time, indeed, to logic his way out of accepting that the ghost possessing her might have been anywhere near actually on point about any particular thoughts it might have found in her memories that one time. And after all this, undoubtedly, they'll both be trying their level best to pretend this conversation never actually happened. So...!
Yes. This works just fine, actually.]
Good night to you too, Rita. [I'd quite prefer if nobody else disappeared from this ship going forward either, much less myself--he doesn't say, or type. Though the thought drifts past, all the same. And even if there really doesn't seem to be any way at all to truly prevent such a thing suddenly happening, to any of them...Jade still meant what he said. About wanting to avoid such a thing if at all possible.
After all, Rita would surely do something incredibly ill-thought and dangerous in his absence...an unacceptable notion, by now.]
Do be sure to get as hydrated as you can, tomorrow morning. 😊 You'll be full of boundless regret, no doubt, but that's simply another essential part of the alcohol experience as well!
[As long as she isn't actually out and about, which she doesn't seem to be...hm. He'll have to surreptitiously check in next door at some point to make sure she's approximately alive, tomorrow. After allowing for several hours for the hangover to ease a bit, anyway...]
[She quickly falls into a heavy sleep pretty much as soon as she lays her head down, so Jade's messages go unanswered tonight--and, indeed, for several hours the next day too, for reasons he can likely imagine.
Eventually, and still too cotton-headed and gross-feeling to scroll back and be grossed out by a bunch of sappiness, she texts a simple reply that sums up everything she feels this very moment:]
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Goodness, at some point he really would like to find out who even let her drink this much.
Still, at least this provides a perfect out by which to cleanly dodge having to directly address any other...extremely gross and weird feelings, which may or may not have been brought about by Rita's surprising level of frankness about now. There will be time to mull over the Implications of all this at some point...later. Plenty of time, indeed, to logic his way out of accepting that the ghost possessing her might have been anywhere near actually on point about any particular thoughts it might have found in her memories that one time. And after all this, undoubtedly, they'll both be trying their level best to pretend this conversation never actually happened. So...!
Yes. This works just fine, actually.]
Good night to you too, Rita. [I'd quite prefer if nobody else disappeared from this ship going forward either, much less myself--he doesn't say, or type. Though the thought drifts past, all the same. And even if there really doesn't seem to be any way at all to truly prevent such a thing suddenly happening, to any of them...Jade still meant what he said. About wanting to avoid such a thing if at all possible.
After all, Rita would surely do something incredibly ill-thought and dangerous in his absence...an unacceptable notion, by now.]
Do be sure to get as hydrated as you can, tomorrow morning. 😊 You'll be full of boundless regret, no doubt, but that's simply another essential part of the alcohol experience as well!
[As long as she isn't actually out and about, which she doesn't seem to be...hm. He'll have to surreptitiously check in next door at some point to make sure she's approximately alive, tomorrow. After allowing for several hours for the hangover to ease a bit, anyway...]
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Eventually, and still too cotton-headed and gross-feeling to scroll back and be grossed out by a bunch of sappiness, she texts a simple reply that sums up everything she feels this very moment:]
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