No Such Details Will Spoil My Plan

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Who: Lilah Morgan and YOU (including Peter Petrelli and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce)
What: Lilah found out a few days ago that she dies in the future. She's not taking it as well as she'd like. So she's turned to alcohol.
When: 11/9
Where: The Death Match
Rating: PG-13 most likely. I'll change this if that changes.


Lilah usually isn't the type to drink to get drunk. Normally, she rather dislikes the sensation of being drunk. It has little appeal to her. There's too much of a lack of control, and she's too much of a control freak. But right now, she already feels out of control. She has for a while, though she's been hiding it well. She had hoped she was finally getting over whatever trauma was leftover from what Damon had done to her, but it seems not. Or the news of her untimely demise just brought it all back. She's not sure.

But she doesn't want to think, she doesn't want to feel right now. Which is why she's sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of straight whiskey. It's her second one, and certainly not her last.

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[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

This place gave Peter such a strange mixed feeling of hope and confusion. On the one hand, he was told that Claire was once here. That meant that she was okay. But on the other hand, the new future Hiro created was so deviating from what Peter knew.

It was a lot to deal with on top of the idea that he was in some magic castle from another dimension. So did what he always did when things got overwhelming and went to a bar. The Death Match already proved to be a good drinking place.

He settled himself down and ordered a drink. It was a lot quieter here than the bar in Vegas he liked to frequent. In fact, it looked like he had only one other fellow drinker at the moment. Peter gave the woman a little nod of acknowledgement before starting in on his drink.

[succubitch]

She gives a small nod of acknolwedgment to the new patron who had made his way in. He looked similar to Fred's friend Peter she had talked to before, but the scar threw her off a little. Normally, Lilah might engage a conversation and try to figure out what was going on, what she was missing, but right now she couldn't really get herself to care.

So instead she just turned back to her drink, finishing what was left in her glass before ordering another one.

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

Peter was not one to butt in on other people's business. There was a small twinge of curiosity about his drinking companion, but it wasn't so nagging that Peter would've disturbed her. Besides, he was usually not in the mood to be bothered when he was drinking, either.

So for now, he would just be there for company, even if it was the quietly drinking kind.

[succubitch]

It was the type of company she preferred, right now. She wasn't in the mood to socialize. That would require putting on all her usual masks, and she doesn't quite have the energy for it right now.

So instead, she continues drinking as the new glass is handed to her.

<3

[demonologist]

"It's been a while since I stepped foot in here. Hasn't changed all that much, I see." Wes murmured casually as he approached Lilah's place at the bar. He took a seat next to her and ordered a double scotch, neat as well.

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"Not at all," She said with a drawl of her voice. It seemed like a weird coincidence that he of all people would find her tonight. Her more paranoid side wondered if he knew, if the Texas Twig had told him after all, but Fred said she wouldn't and while Lilah isn't naturally inclined to trust someone's word, it fit the moral code she knew Fred to have.

"I didn't know you were up and about yet," She added, taking another long drink from her glass. And she hadn't. She had only gone to see him the one time, that alone being as much weakness as she would allow herself.

[demonologist]

"I've been pottering around the house for the most part. Going a bit stir crazy, to be honest. I got out and about on Guy Fawke's but I've still been taking it easy. Doctor's orders, and there are a few people breathing down my neck to make sure I observe them as much as possible."

He gave her a rueful sort of smile.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?"

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Lilah grinned in return at that, though it didn't feel quite as strong as the mask she put on usually was. Perhaps because tonight she wasn't feeling quite as strong as she usually was.

"I promise."

[demonologist]

Wes took a deep swallow of his drink and gave her a grateful sort of nod. He didn't want to push things, but he was aware that something was up. As much as she tried to hide it, he'd known her long enough now that he could tell she was feeling off. Fred was right, that she needed company tonight.

"How is the house hunting coming along? I'd have expected you to be moved into an expensive but classy place by now."

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"I'm just finishing up the final bits of paperwork," She said in response. "I should be moved in by the end of the month."

But it didn't seem quite as important as it had before. Sure, she still wanted to get as far from Damon as possible but for all her plans for self preservation here and at home, she was still going to die before even Fred and Wesley kicked the bucket as well.

It wasn't knowledge that sat well with her.

She finished the last of her drink before signaling the bartender for another. Inwardly, she couldn't help but debate whether she should tell Wesley. If she would tell anyone, it would be him. But most likely, he would pity her and she doubted she could expect the same response she had given him all those months ago about his death.