Dionysus's Aftermath

Chapter 1:
Dionysus's Aftermath
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Omega Ω

 

She scuffled within her bed sheets as her heavy eye's slowly began to peak open. The sun streaks emerging from her window completely bleached her vision. She shut her eye's in an instant from its radiance. The tremendous pain in her head palpitated like a throbbing pulse. The taste of alcohol still lingering on her pallet. She could feel her feet encased within a pair of heavy boots. She looked down at her legs and noticed that she was still dressed in her Demonia 7" platforms. The thick boots peeked out from the periwinkle blankets that swathed her; numerous straps and intricate buckles fastened upon its black leather. She winced slightly looking down at her knuckles. Swollen, bruised, parched blood spatter painted against her skin. She sighed at the tremendous hang over overwhelming all her sense of feeling…

Eunice obviously had a field day last night… However it had always been clear that she could handle a hangover better than Omega.

That crazy bitch.

After spending 30 minutes conjuring up motivation and strength to drag herself out of bed, the 27 minute shower did very little to subdue the hang over. But after spending 3-5 minutes brushing her teeth, she was at least able to get rid of the smell of booze that clung to her lips. Of course she drank about 7 glasses of water to ease the dehydration… After that, she immediately threw herself on to the couch, face first into the down pillows.

Just the mere sound of her clock ticking was amplified by 10 for some reason. Her pulsing headache matching the rhythm of the second hands mark. There was a sudden rattling of her front door knob, and in walked a vivacious golden haired woman. She was holding a paper tray carrier with two coffee's nestled within its secure gaps.

First word out of her mouth when she saw Omega: "Eunice."

"Really Beatrice? Is it really that obvious? Maybe I've just started menstruating or something, you know?" Omega responded with a muffled voice after sighing into the pillows.

Beatrice scoffed at her reply. "Please, do you really think I'd be that clueless? I've known you long enough to realize when you're hung over. Plus, you're only hung over when Eunice comes out."

"Okay, fine. So I blacked out and Eunice enjoyed a night to herself; Whatever that consists of. Bar brawling, heavy drinking, possibly roofied… Jesus Christ this headache…"  Omega placed her finger tips gently against her temple while cringing from the agony.

"I find that hard to believe. Anyone who may try to get away with drugging Eunice will pretty much have to suffer an apocalyptic ass beating. Woman can truly hold her liquor and sustain her composure… She's tenacious as hell too… You know, for a little person. And I won't lie those boots are cool as hell."

Omega rested her weak head against the couch; A heavy sigh escaped from her lips... Her vibrant green eyes were like two pools of anguish, and worry. All of that sank deep to the bottom for she made it an effort not to reveal such a thing. However, every once in a while it was noticeable. Especially from Beatrice... the girl who had been her friend for 10 years now. One could honestly remark that Omega was a resilient woman. Insusceptible yet vulnerable, there were contradicting elements within her that resulted in a perfect yet flawed human being. But her dissociative identity disorder lessened her auxiliary barrier. At any moment, and it didn't matter where or when, she would simply vanish and Eunice would take over. There was always the question if she was going to awake as herself the next day? Or knowing Eunice, was she even going to come back home alive?

Beatrice decided it was now time to change the subject, no more talk about D.I.D. or Eunice. She reached down and handed Omega a cup of coffee.

"Here, it's your favorite blend." Beatrice provided Omega with a graceful smile to risen her spirits. Omega was obliged, taking the coffee from her but secretly leaving out the fact that she had desired to substitute coffee for a cup of hot tea…

Why? She had no idea. But on this day, she woke up and had a strong fancy for tea. Black tea to be specific…

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Eunice ℧

The night before:

It was well past six o'clock in the morning… Such a blessing that the cafe across the street was open at such an early hour. The heavy influence of booze was beginning to falter. The boots that sheathed her legs and feet weren't the easiest to walk in. However, lucky for this one, her drink was easy to carry. Her cheeks were flushed from the liquor well within her body; flowing almost like blood coursing through her veins. The skin upon her small knuckles were frayed; a combination of her blood and someone else's splattered upon her hand. It had been the end of long night that had finally caught up to a new day. However, its ending was far from the pleasantries that took place earlier.

Though intoxicated by the devils brew, she was able to walk into the cafe maintaining her correspondence. The chair's and tables remained barren among the burgundy and white color scheme. But one table was occupied by a petite man, contented with a steamer of his favorite tea.
  

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There he was; lounged in his typical posture. Legs crossed while his slender fingers held a cup by its outer rim. He brought the lip of the porcelain to his mouth and sipped quietly. His eyelids tranquilly resting while the steam of his hot tea drifted against his fair complexion. He seemed especially approachable at this very moment. However, regardless of that or not, Eunice had originally planned to share a table without his consent.

Such is the way of this one; a free spirited lynx.

She neared towards him, settling herself at his table. He knew she was there, her large energy could be felt the moment she entered through the door. However, he didn't make an effort to pay her any attention. Typically, he would have been irritated at the fact that her discordant presence hindered his solitude. But, this wasn't her first time tampering with his visit here… In fact, she was here more often than he was. And for some reason, he had supposed, that she found him to be her first choice when it came to disrupting one's peace and quiet.

How annoying…

Nonetheless, though independent and unrestrained she had seemed, she had enough couth to request her own refreshment. (Surprisingly Enough.) It was good to know that she at least knew the kettle centered on the table was not an invite. 

"I'll have a shot of Patron if you don't mind." A request that chimed from her sultry voice.

Really? Tequila in a cafe? At six in the morning? Another one of those nights was it? His quiet sigh was depicted from a very minor peeve. A rambunctious drunk inquiring liquor at this hour?

How, annoying...

The waiter cocked his head with a creased brow. "Ma'am.. We do not sell liquor here. You know that."

Unusually, she didn't jeer or belittle the waiter. Her attitude was particularly sour most of the times. But, she looked down at the tea kettle on the table and shrugged minimally.

"I'll have what he's having then."

"Can you not just share the pot?" The waiter suggested.

Eunice narrowed her eye's at the gentlemen who was still at peace with his mild disposition. As stated before, she certainly wasn't sitting across the table from this man for the first time. She realized the tea kettle that was upon this table was his own. Along with the cup in his hand. It was more than understood he had a vexation of unknown hands touching his things. 

"I don't think he would take too kindly to that idea. Besides he might think that there's a deadly disease riddled all over my fingers…"

He opened his eyes to view her face after her sarcastic remark. His irises flashed with aggravation, but of course she wasn't wrong…

"Very well." The waiter walked off to prepare another pot of tea. "Black tea coming right up."

A smirked crossed her lips as her back rested upon her chair. "Black tea huh? Easy there killer… you're making me tremble. Let me guess, does it warm the darkness to your soul?" She asked in such a childlike manner.

He placed his white demitasse down before him; the porcelain sparkled from its spotless condition. He was normally aggressive towards her occasional mockery, but he realized that Eunice was, to put it plainly, a saucy little brat. This was just the way she was.

Again, so very annoying…

"Boy, you sure do know how to ruin a man's peace and quiet."

She giggled at his comment. "I won't deny that I'm a little rambunctious. But you have the whole day to yourself killer... A few moments of conversation won't kill you."

"If by conversation you mean drunken ranting... Then forgive me but I'd rather have my tongue nailed to the table."

Suddenly, something caught his eye… Something that was off color. Eunice was peering over at him with tenderness in her eyes. Her expression was far from her usual countenance; it was gentle. "Luckily for you, I am feeling a bit content and functional. I am genuinely here to distribute a nice quiet talk…"

How very strange. It was obvious she was drunk. And usually when she was drunk she was obnoxious and very annoying. But she was unusually calm and collected at this very moment. And then he used his keen eye to observe her. Even more oddly enough, there were signs of distress upon her form. Her red plaid skirt was slightly ripped from her thighs; the black lace woven at its hem was pulled from the seams. There were buttons missing from her intricate blouse, appearing as if someone had attempted to rip it off. Her fishnet stockings were tattered, and her knuckles were bruised and gashed from a fight…

It was obvious something happened to her. And most likely, this was the reason why she appeared somewhat delicate. It was actually refreshing compared to her typical unruly demeanor. In fact she was quite appealing to look at… when she wasn't being such a brat.

On the contrary, however there was something that could be respected about Eunice. Though he may have not known her very well, it was more than apparent that she was capable of defending her own. She could sustain her own self for the sake of well-being. She was independent, and strong. On the other hand, he felt contradicted. Her decisions were sometimes reckless, and even though she may have been tough as nails, she was extremely naive within her actions. Because of this, he didn't feel obligated to feel sorry or concerned for her.

His response was apathetic.

"I'm unfortunately not feeling all that talkative right now Eunice."

"That's okay..." She began. "I suppose 'just talking' is too much to ask for a tough guy like you. Huh killer?"

Yet again, another unexpected response revealed from her. Unfamiliar of course, but he sipped his tea with no reply. His eye were discreetly kept upon her, because deep down he was slightly interested at what will happen next. This uncommon attitude of hers was slightly welcoming... At least he could sit down and share a drink with a level headed woman; just this once anyways. 

Not long after, the waiter came out with a cup and kettle for her. She poured the opaque liquid and took a sip. The taste of it was slightly bland but the tea had been brewed long enough to catch the flavor upon her pallet. To her surprise, it was comforting as a flow of warmth traveled down her esophagus and settled into her stomach..

"Hm... Pretty good I guess."

She chugged the rest of her cup, her cheeks becoming flushed from the warm beverage. Releasing a calm sigh, she opened her eyes to look at the man across from her.

"So, killer... Gotta real name?"

He set his cup down and leaned back against his chair.

"It's Levi." He simply introduced.

"Levi huh.." Eunice shrugged. "Hm, okay then."

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"Sometimes, the body has a will of its own."

- Mnemosyne

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