Claudia Rose Everhart
Claudia looked up as a the figure closed the door. Playfully she rolled over, pushing her hair out of her face as she grinned up at the dark angel of a figure before her. "Youuu.... aren't Klaus. Who are you?" Her smiled never faded as she thrashed around on the floor, trying to find her baring. When she did, she managed to claw her way up onto the toilet, and then used the sink to pull herself up into a swaying stand. "I don't want your cookies. Her words slurred around in her mouth, just as the room did in her vision. Stumbling forward, she found the doorknob and threw the bathroom door open, causing a crashing sound. She jumped at the sudden thud, and then giggled, grabbing the stranger's hand. "C'mon, you we're going to find Klaus."
So, needless to say it wasn't one of my shining moments. Maybe, if I had stopped at just four shots, I could have at least realized who I was dragging through my house. Maybe then I could have prepared myself, or him for that matter.
Claudia stumbled through the hall, attempting to pull Eden behind her as she bumped from wall to wall like a sloppy bowling ball thrown by a toddler. When she found his room, she threw the door open just in time to see his mouth coming up from Jesse's shoulder, with some strange red liquid dribbling from his chin. "...Don't leave," Klaus was saying. She took a moment to look around the scene in front of her, her intoxicated brain swirling with ideas and possibilities. A part of her was proud that he had finally gotten the balls to make a move. "Kinky," she giggled, leaning against the doorway as she observed Jesse, "I'm going to lay down. Good night." With that, she turned around and started the trek to her own room, letting go and forgetting about Eden. She didn't make it but so far before the world blacked out around her, and suddenly she was sliding down the hallway wall.
At the time, the floor was so comfortable, I just didn't want to get up. I didn't care that I could hear panic in the background, or that I was laying sprawled out in my hallway. Honestly, I just wanted to lay there. Again, I thought that maybe I could just melt into the floor... become a part of the furniture.... like a bear or oriental rug. Again, it didn't happen. Looking back on it, it's a wonder he stayed around. I mean, I was a true display of what a hot mess is. I guess he managed to see through that somehow, or maybe he has some sick fetish for lost causes. Either way, be some miracle, something managed to catch his attention and he stayed.