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Location: Rural Victoria, Australia
Current time: January 2018
Term One: January 30th-March 29th

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  1. He was going to say no. He absolutely had to stick to his story now, and deny that he remembered anything that happened on that dance floor. Even if he couldn't stop remembering it now. Alan could tell from her tone that she doubted him, he knew that she was probing about that one particular thing, so did she remember? She must. Crap. She must remember. Why would she be digging at that particular thing, if she didn't. "I'm sor--" Alan started to apologise, the word cut short when Audrey's lips touched his. Again it was all too brief, and left Alan with his jaw hanging open in stunned confusion. Accident? That she did it? But it wasn't an accident? None of this was really computing. Why in heck's name would she do something like that? Alan didn't understand at all. He stared at her, really unsure of what to do next or what even to believe. "Yeah, it's weird as hell." Alan muttered, standing up from the bed. One arm reached out, caught Audrey by the waist and spun her in toward him once more. "Doesn't mean I didn't like it." Damn these brief kisses to hell, he wanted a proper one. He wasn't even thinking anymore, thinking just made everything more complicated. Maybe he was still drunk dumb Alan, maybe this was a big mistake, and maybe Audrey was going to break out of his arms and hide in a cupboard again---he wouldn't blame her. But right now, he was Bruce Wayne in Batman boxer shorts, and Bruce Wayne did not waste time thinking when a beautiful girl wanted (however crazy it seemed) to kiss him. So he kissed her good and proper.
  2. Lost without farm things to do---that was an understatement. Alan couldn't understand how city people survived. He was bored. There was always something to do on the farm, and if everything was tended to on his side, you could bet his brothers had screwed something up on the other. His father had taught all of his children that there was value to be found in physical work, and putting your own hands to the task built a bond between you and what you were working on. Alan believed in that. Although he had staff available to attend to the little things around the school, he still liked to do them himself. It kept him connected, grounded. He felt like over time, every part of Tallygarunga had been shaped in some way by his hand. And it helped with the students too. How could they possibly feel intimidated by the headmaster, when they often came across him wearing gumboots, gloves, and unclogging the damned Spencer bathrooms? But here he was on what seemed like the millionth floor of a building that was too damn new, with nothing at all to do. He looked over as Audrey flashed her wound. Yes---those indeed were some butt cheeks. Not helping at all. Stop. Focus. How did she get hurt? "Must've fell or something." Alan frowned. He didn't remember. "Kate'll probably know. Long as I've known her---doesn't matter how drunk she gets, she always... remembers." Oh gods, what did Kate remember? It was clear that he'd patched that cut up, and he vaguely remembered doing it. What else had he done? And how had he gone from upsetting Audrey, to doing first aid on her hip? He was so confused. He was also feeling restless, wanted to stand up and pace---get some of this energy out. But it was much safer here if he just sat with the blanket strewn strategically across his lap. Now he couldn't even look at Audrey without remembering that split second before she ran away. He'd been drunk, yes. Drunk Alan was a dumb Alan, and clearly drunk Alan had a lot to answer for---but that memory made him ache just a little bit. He'd almost forgotten how nice it felt to be close to someone. Just feeling them breathe next to you. It had been a long time since Alan had let anyone that close. Maybe... maybe this was his cue to start trying again. Maybe he was finally ready, and that was why he was having these annoyingly inappropriate dreams and thoughts about Audrey? That answer made sense to him. Audrey had been the unfortunate victim of his brain finally figuring out that he needed to move on from Rachel. Why else would he have come to the conclusion that he should be allowed to approach Audrey in that way? And then: the dilemma. Audrey didn't remember, and he did. He had here an opportunity to pretend he didn't, and allow her to not be upset by the whole thing again. That felt like the kinder option, but it also meant lying to Audrey. Which he wasn't so comfortable with. Okay. Find a way. "Just bits and pieces." Alan said evasively. It was the truth, at least. He wasn't lying, he simply wasn't describing things in detail. "Doing shots with Katie, dancing, I think... Seth had a breakdown? Must've been a good night."
  3. “I know, but I’ll feel better if I do, I think.” Which was more or less code for Alan not knowing what else to do with his time, or how to divert his brain from these very awkward dream memories that were assaulting him. It wasn’t right. He couldn’t think about an employee like this. And Audrey just... deserved better. What future could he offer someone like Audrey? All he had was a farm house that required constant repairs, he worked the same job and would likely retire where he was. Alan had no ambitions beyond his current role, and he never wanted to move. Then there were the kids. Audrey loved them, yes. But to ask someone to properly take on the responsibility of raising them with him, yes—she did it. But she had the freedom to walk away when it didn’t suit her. Or so he believed, anyway. He’d never pressured Audrey into doing the things she did. Most of it just came about because it was convenient and/or made sense. He knew her mother thought he was trapping her there. Alan felt like he was too. After all, Audrey was young and beautiful, and—holding a Batman mask? Alan blinked, half a grin forming. “I’m Batma—” the terrible impression scraped the back of his throat, sore from the night before. Because he’d been doing his stupid impression the night before. In a cupboard. Where Audrey was hiding. Because— Alan’s stomach sank. —because he kissed her on the dance floor. Idiot idiot idiot. She didn’t seem to remember, though. How long before she did? And how much of those dreams, that detail, had been real? He hadn’t been more than a big spoon, had he? He remembered her lips. How nice it felt to be so close. Have her wrapped in his jacket, pressed against his chest, and—-no. Stop. Not appropriate. “Dunno when we got that.” Alan mumbled. “Don’t remember anything from last night at all.”
  4. Alan grunted. He didn't know. Sure, it was natural and happened most mornings---but it didn't feel natural right now. It felt weird and creepy and very inappropriate. It was like his mother might jump around the corner any second and chastise him for being a very naughty boy. And yes, she had been wiggling around, which had been---not unpleasant. The very thought sent Alan into further meltdown, how could he reduce Audrey to such vulgar thoughts? Alan was extremely annoyed with himself. He should have better control than this. At the very least, his body should be refusing to do these sorts of things. Trust his body to act like a seventeen year old boy at the worst possible moment. "Long as you slept well." Alan muttered, a little lost as to what to do now. It was early. Very early. But normally there was something to be doing at this hour, whether it was checking on things over at the school, or helping Steve and Baz across the property. Hotel breakfast wouldn't be running for at least another hour, and the information sessions weren't until nine. He wondered if he should check in on his parents, see how the kids were. Or contact the school and see if there was anything there that needed his attention. In both cases, he would get yelled at and told just to enjoy the conference. Hah. He picked up his wand, muttering again as he brandished it at the curtains---swinging them shut and blocking out the harsh morning light. As the room fell into half-dark, he relaxed a little, his eyes opening up properly. Where were his clothes? Had he put them away, or were they still stashed in a suitcase? He couldn't remember. Alan frowned towards the closet, the handle of it triggering the memory of a dream. There'd been a closet like that in his dreams. He'd been.. inside it? With Audrey. Yes. After the--- Well that just made everything worse. He'd dreamed about kissing Audrey and woke up like this. It was so vivid, too. He could almost feel it now. Her lips were amazingly soft. No. No. He didn't know that. It was a damn dream. Realistic, yes, but not real. Was that better? How was it better that his mind had concocted all of these extremely alluring details about his loyal friend and employee? Why had it rendered for him a detailed picture of her perfect backside? It was really not helping. "Should check on Mum and Dad." he mumbled. "Make sure the kids haven't overwhelmed them."
  5. The well-deserved hangover was setting in, ache starting to bore it's way in from the back of his skull and push forward. Nausea would come later, and all of this was very unpleasant. But somehow not as unpleasant as watching and feeling Audrey wake up---and shift away from him as she most certainly realised what was happening. Alan felt his stomach sink faster and turn more harshly than even a hangover would have allowed. He realised he should have slept on the couch, at least to avoid this moment---and perhaps the moment where Audrey came to her senses and questioned what she'd been drinking that was so strong that it led to this particular sleeping arrangement. It wasn't what she'd meant, it wasn't how she felt. But void of the details of the night before, Alan could only assume that Audrey was highly uncomfortable with how they found themselves. And for that, he felt awful. What had he done? He scooted backward, slowly and shamefully. Stupid stupid stupid. Blearily, Alan looked at his watch. "Bit after six." he grunted. Alan sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and turning so that his back was to Audrey. He willed everything to just calm down, but of course the more attention he paid to it---the more trouble he found himself in. Stupid biology. He winced as another pulse of pain ran through his head, he was going to have to do something about that. And probably something about the rest of all this... but what? Audrey had clearly noticed. Should he apologise? Tell her that it wasn't personal, that he wasn't... well, thinking about her inappropriately? How much needed explaining? Alan felt like a creep. He felt like he needed to explain that he wasn't trying to be a creep, he'd just... fallen asleep with a beautiful woman in his arms and body things happened. Okay.. that sounded even more creepy. Alan sighed. "M'sorry." he murmured. "Didn't mean to um... Yeah."
  6. Alan had a peaceful sleep. He'd never been good on his own, Alan had lived most of his life in search of someone who would be happy to do just this: rest beside him. Almost the second his head hit the pillow, Alan fell deep into a comfortable and content sleep. It was a sleep filled with dreams, a montage of happy memories and fuzzy feelings. In one, he got to hug Lauren and tell her happy birthday, before she rode away on a cloud and promised to come back later. There were dreams of mud-pits and Harley Quinn, of being a superhero at a ball, Bruce Wayne with his glasses on surrounded by beautiful women who promised they would never leave. Of softness and that faint smell of shampoo, frilly pink scraps of fabric that fluttered in the wind, and that moment. That one, accidental, moment. But he was ever an early riser, even when he'd been up to all hours drinking. Cows didn't care if you were still drunk, they needed milking. His father never let him have those sleep ins, and as an adult Alan had never been able to learn how. It didn't really matter what he'd been doing the night before, Alan woke at the same time every morning down to the minute. He woke in much the same position as they had crashed, perhaps his arms had tightened a little. His mouth was dry and a headache was beginning to set in. Had he had water? Alan couldn't remember. He didn't remember much at all. He wasn't alone. Who was---oh. Audrey. Audrey? Right, the room mix-up. Why didn't he sleep on the couch? As the rest of his body began to wake up and report in, Alan was fast regretting however this had come about. Not that lying here with Audrey in his arms overnight had been awful, but because exactly the opposite, and Alan was in a little bit of morning trouble. Well this was great. Alan tried his best not to move while he worked out a plan. If he didn't move, there was less chance of her realising what that was, right?
  7. Alan's cheeks flushed a deep red. She'd said it, so now of course he was imagining that silly little pink thing. Why did he have to imagine every little thing people mentioned? It was doing his head in. Even in his drunk and sleepy state, he had a vivid imagination that brought such things to life in intricate detail. He could even imagine how certain things would bounce or wobble or flutter in the light breeze, and---no. Stop. Audrey was talking. "Yeah, that sounds about right." Alan was pretty sure Audrey could dunk herself in a mud-pit and still come out looking---oh damn. Audrey in a mud-pit. Stop! Alan shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts out of it. It worked, and he forgot entirely what he'd been about to say. Audrey was talking about the bed. She wanted to share? Alan wasn't so sure about that. It didn't seem proper. But then, it sounded very much like he would be doing her a favour if he agreed. How could he refuse when the ease of her sleep depended on it? Could Alan really rest well knowing that he'd left Audrey to suffer with the pain of her wound when he could have eased it? Damn Audrey and her damn logic. It wouldn't be the first time that he and Audrey crashed in the same spot, though. Just. The first time they'd managed to get to a proper bed before passing out. Usually it was the couch, sprawled out at opposite ends and snoring. Or out in the grass on bonfire night. Why was a bed that much more significant? It was just a mattress and blankets. And they were only going to pass out for a few hours before they would have to get up and drag themselves off to the professional development and other nonsense sessions that everyone hated about conference. Alan shrugged one shoulder, and grunted, trying to sound casual about it. "Yeah. Sure." He lumbered over to the bed, pulling back the covers. He was really tired now. He'd hit the wall good and hard. "In y'get." he motioned to Audrey, before climbing in himself. She wanted---yes. She wanted cuddles to help with the pain of her wound. That, Alan supposed, he could do. He'd not shared a bed with anyone except for his children in a long time. He hoped he hadn't become too much of a blanket hog and that he still knew how to do this. Once Audrey was settled, he curled up behind her like the lump of a big spoon he was. He tucked her in until she was nestled perfectly against his chest, one heavy arm locking them together. Secure and comfortable. "That okay?" Alan asked, most of the words obscured by a yawn. "Just hit me iff'n it's not."
  8. Alan cleaned himself up a bit while he was in the bathroom. Peeled off the soiled suit, wiped away the excess whipped cream and pulled the last of the popper streamers out of his hair. What a bloody night it had been. Clean enough to crash, Alan brushed his teeth and waited politely for Audrey to finish. You couldn't just barge in on a woman getting changed, it really didn't matter if you'd just seen most of her exposed backside. That was medical. But---one mystery had been solved for the night. Audrey was soft all over, it seemed. He wandered back out in his boxer shorts. Like Audrey, he tended to wear a little more clothing when the kids were around. Most nights Alan didn't even bother with boxers, he had a pair beside the bed in case he had to get up. But Audrey didn't need to see all that. It was bad enough with just the thin satin fabric. And she'd disappeared. Alan frowned. No---wait. There she was. He followed her out to the balcony, very confused by her attire. "Does it like... transform when you put it on?" he asked before he could think. Even if that did sound super cool. Imagine all the space you could save in a suitcase if all your clothes shrank down to skimpy little satin things? Genius. "It looks like my shirt!" ... and then it clicked. "It is my shirt." Alan said sheepishly. Could he blame that on being drunk? Probably not. It was the same kind of speak-first dense remark he would make completely sober. There was a light breeze that felt delightful, especially now that he was out of that suit and had room to move. A slight glow on the horizon meant that dawn wasn't too far away, and the city was beginning to wake up. Alan had never liked the city. It was too noisy, too dirty. You could never see enough of the horizon. He'd only stayed long enough to get his degree, and he'd bolted back to Narrie once he had it in hand. But now, watching over the view in his Batman boxers, it didn't seem all that bad. "Looks good on you." Alan grinned. "But I don't reckon there's much that doesn't."
  9. "Yeah. I guess you're right." Alan said softly, and around the hair tie he had held between his lips. A most excellent technique he'd learned, because when he put the bloody things down he could never find them when he went to use them. He really hoped that maybe things could stay as they were, that he wouldn't have to poke the bear that was Rachel. It wasn't a realistic hope, though, he did have to move on. Audrey knew about the additional bank account that he had for "umm... future stuff, and the like". She knew as well as anyone that Alan did want to, eventually, try again. It was just a matter of when. Alan tied off the end of the plait, admiring his work for a moment. He couldn't sing, couldn't dance, and his Batman impressions were a bit rough---but damn if he wasn't an expert in simple hair styles. Sarah refused to go to anyone else, even Audrey, if Alan was around to fix her hair. That made him proud. Such a small skill, something other people did almost every day, but for Alan it was an achievement. He stood, and made his way over to her suitcase. He did it without thinking, peering through the neat stacks of clothing to try and find something that was suitable for bed. He wasn't sure what he expected to find---Meri had always worn those comical red flannelette pyjamas, with the white mouse print and her fluffy slippers. By the looks of this, Audrey and Meri did not have the same taste in sleepwear. Not... by half. He'd supposed that she just wore the usual comfortable shirts and tracksuit pants that she lounged around the house in, the sorts of things she wore while they got the kids ready for bed. Those... were not here. Alan held up what he assumed was a nightie, or was it underwear? Womens' clothing was confusing. "Is this pyjamas?" he asked. Nothing in here looked covering enough to be pyjamas. He was finding altogether too much underwear in here, too. How was any of this comfortable? He wondered that a lot when he did the washing at home. Rachel had always worn very practical undies. He understood that. "Never mind." Alan dragged the suitcase over to the chair, where Audrey could reach it without disturbing her hip too much. "I should probably get out of this straight jacket." the thought made him grin, and he headed off to the bathroom already starting to un-do his shirt buttons. "You get yourself changed, yeah? Holler when you're decent."
  10. Alan gave her a weak smile. Rachel. Yeah, she'd done a lot of damage. And he'd absorbed so much of it trying to protect the kids, but---that was what a Dad had to do. He'd let her come back too many times, he still half hoped she would. It was a stupid hope, Alan knew that, but for just long enough Rachel had been his everything. She'd arrived at a point in his life where he was lost, and she'd given him things he had almost given up on. And then once he was getting stronger, she broke him. Again and again. "Well." he murmured. "If not for you, the kids would be missing out on a lot more. Mum and Liz and Sam and Ems do their best, but---I dunno. I think if you gave Cam the choice between visiting Rachel, and hanging out with you? He'd pick you. He knows you, for a start." Alan snorted, mildly irritated that things had to be that way at all. But grateful that Audrey had stepped up when the kids needed her. She really didn't have to. Alan grabbed another towel and began idly drying Audrey's hair. She couldn't sleep with it wet, she'd get sick. Then she brought up the D word. It still felt like he was admitting defeat, even though the battle had been lost years ago. He didn't want to go through all of that. Alan doubted it would be as simple as signing papers. What if she wanted more? She didn't deserve anything out of this. He didn't want to fight Rachel over it. What if she challenged for custody? Sure, she would lose, but it wouldn't be a pretty fight. He didn't want to do that to the kids. "I dunno how she's gonna take it, Auds." he admitted. "It's fine enough now, it's her decision to stay out of our lives---but you know what she's like when something's being forced on her." Rachel had run off so many times Alan couldn't count, and yet the one time he'd kicked her out---she had made a scene. She hadn't even been back from her last absence for more than a few hours, he'd felt it was clear enough that she didn't want to be there, she'd been dragged back by family to sort out their mess. The kids had been so upset to wake up and find her gone again that Alan decided enough was enough. He didn't let her back. And that was the moment she decided she wanted to stay. Not because it was what she wanted, but because he'd made the decision. After that there had been letters. Tear-filled phone calls. He'd caught her in Narrie, waiting and watching. She'd been barred from all the Burdett properties and Tallygarunga as well, else Alan was certain she would have appeared there too. "I'm worried it's gonna end bad. And I'm worried it's the kids that will get hurt." Alan murmured. It was still true that Alan didn't want to let go, but the longer he left it the more concerned he became that initiating a divorce would be exactly the trigger Rachel needed to lose it again. That it would shatter the uneasy peace they had established. As Audrey asked for water, Alan nodded. He stood, helping Audrey to her feet and bending slightly to scoop his arm under her knees and pick her up princess-style. Even drunk as he was, this was a well-practiced move. Their chat had sobered him enough that his steps were steadier, and he took extra care as he brought Audrey over to a chair and placed her gently in it. That done, he retrieved a glass of water, bringing it over. "Where's your brush?" he asked, poking his nose back in the bathroom. Ah--there. Taking a seat behind Audrey, he began to detangle and brush her hair. He'd got good at this over the past few years. Sarah was proud of her hair but screamed when it had to be brushed. Alan had learned how to get knots out in the most gentle ways possible. He could also do several different types of braids. Slowly he began to plait Audrey's hair, so that at least something would be a little easier to manage in the morning.
  11. Alan just couldn't see it. He was old, with three kids and a divorce on the way. He wasn't polished or glamorous, he'd made his way to where he was mostly by accident. Alan did things and hoped that at the end of the day, he was the sort of person his parents could be proud of. That was it. He didn't think he was in any way remarkable, and his seeming inability to keep the affections of various girlfriends and his wife only served to prove that. There was so much damage he carried with him, from all of those wounds, that Alan couldn't understand why Audrey would even consider anything more, when so many better options were out there. Hearing her say otherwise, it made his chest hurt. In the good way. Like maybe there was some hope that he could be enough to make Audrey happy. He wasn't fool enough to believe yet that he could provide for her as a romantic partner, but just the idea that she was happy now with what they had---that meant the world to him. That he wasn't bringing her down, that she wanted to be where they were. That she wasn't spending her youth looking after him, and getting nothing back. Audrey was sopping wet as she sat next to him, so Alan reached up for one of the towels and wrapped it around her shoulders. To dry off properly, she would need to remove the dress---but this would stop her from getting cold in the meantime. He opened the first aid kit, relieved to see that it contained a few salves he was familiar with. Alan was good at getting injured, and he'd had to patch himself up more than once when his wand was also broken in the river bed with the four-wheeler. He cleaned his hands up with the sanitiser. "This is gonna sting like buggery, but it's good stuff." he said, before squeezing some of the smooth gel across the wound. It was magical in part, and inspired by muggle technologies. Although it didn't completely heal the wound, it did hold the edges together like a glue, creating a seal through which infection could not pass. Healing agents would promote cell regeneration over time, and maybe the wound would need no further attention. Even if it did, this would buy enough time and comfort until Audrey could get it properly assessed. As he waited for it to dry and set, Alan wrapped the towel around Audrey that little bit tighter and pulled her into a hug. He wasn't sure why. He just felt like he wanted to hold onto her for a minute, and also she was hurt---hurt people should get hugs. "Yeh, I'mma lump." Alan acknowledged. "But I'mma lump that wants you to be happy. Y'know that, right?"
  12. Alan sank down to sit on the floor in the doorway, not sure if he should really stay here while Audrey clearly planned to shower---but he'd made up his mind. Until he was sure that she was okay and that wound was addressed, he wasn't letting her hide. Her answer only served to confuse him further, she seemed so sure in her statement that he had something to give back for all that she did for him, and yet---Alan just didn't see how. Alan often felt terrible for how much he relied on Audrey, and never felt he could give enough back to balance the scales. He worried that he was using her, trapping her in a role well beyond what he paid her for. "Think I ask Kate that almost every year." Alan snorted. It was pathetic, but true. He got drunk, he had a low moment, and there was Kate. "N'she hates me for it, every year. Always comes back, but. Never gives up on me. I don't like seein' her lonely, either. Hides it well, but I know 'er better'n that." Why can't you ask me? The question made Alan stop---and laugh. He stared back at Audrey, crawling around to sit inside the bathroom proper---just outside of the shower door. "Why th'fuck would you wanna marry me?" he asked, shaking his head. In spite of his family, in spite of rumor, in spite of everything Alan had always refused to consider Audrey as much more than she was. He couldn't afford to. The kids liked her, he needed her. If things got weird, all of that would be destroyed and the kids would be left without a mother figure again. So he had very carefully sealed her away in a little mental box where he couldn't possibly think about her as a woman---because doing so would lead to all sorts of more complicated things that started with the way her eyes widened just a little bit more a fraction before the smile hit her lips. The things he noticed and knew and looked forward to. The way that a day was just instantly less terrible when Audrey walked into his office. He couldn't acknowledge it. Because there was no way---none---that he could ever be what she needed. What she deserved. There were so many handsome young men out there that would give her the world. Alan knew he couldn't compete with that. "Y'got the world out there just waitin' for you t'grab it." Alan said softly. "I mean, I know I got some good dance moves, but---they ain't worth chaining y'self to an old man for. I know that."
  13. No, no---this wasn't right. Was she about to cry? Did the cut hurt that much? Alan stumbled backwards at the shove, lucky not to fall over completely. He was very confused, but he knew by the twisting in his guts that everything was not okay and there was something he had to fix right now. He was damned if he was gonna just give up and get into bed. Besides, that was Audrey's bed. He'd meant it when he said he would sleep on the couch. Probably wasn't a terrible idea to be those few feet closer to the bathroom anyway. "Audrey..." Alan staggered after her, jamming a foot in the doorway before she could close it. At least he had this advantage: he was a giant lump. Alan placed himself in the doorway, rubbing at his forehead in confusion. "Y'know if I was hurt there's no way in hell you'd let me try'n fix it, so don't think I'm gonna just sleep while you're hurt. Even if all I c'n do is sit here and keep y'company." he said. He folded his arms, the Batman mask was still perched on his head---but twisted to one side, and his glasses were lopsided. His shoulders slumped slightly, watching Audrey as he tried desperately to figure out where all this had gone wrong. "M'sorry it's been... it's been a weird night," he muttered. "I dunno what I've done, but I've done something, yeah? You aren't happy, and I don't want you to be sad. I hate when you're sad. Feels like the world's gotta be really broken if it's getting you down. You don't deserve to be sad like that. You never let me be sad too long..." Alan's voice trailed off, a little unsure of what his point was now. Only that he really couldn't sleep while Audrey was upset. It didn't feel right. "Can y'let me look after you, like you'd look after me?" he asked. It wasn't something he could put into words, but this felt important to do. It was a feeling that gripped him just as it did when the kids were hurt, that overwhelming discomfort that something wasn't right with those he loved. And he wanted to show Audrey that---that what? That this wasn't just business? That he knew it wasn't her job to look after him the way she did, but he knew that---and that he'd be there for her too? Because she was special. Yes, she was special. "I wanna take care of you too, Audrey." he mumbled. "I don't know how most the time, y'don't... seem to need it like I do."
  14. Alan wasn't sure what was wrong. He knew something was, else Kate wouldn't have rushed off like that. Audrey didn't look real happy either, but why they'd both gone from okay to not okay? He couldn't figure it out. He grinned as she determined that he wasn't bleeding, or that there was anyone bleeding, and---no that didn't make sense? Nothing was making sense now. Alan was in for a lot of pain in the morning. "But where'sall the blood comin' from?" he asked, believing Audrey at first as she dragged him toward the suite. He was still trying to figure this out when they entered the room, and Alan turned on unsteady feet to finally see for himself the exposed wound on Audrey's hip. How had he missed that? Alan cursed under his breath, was this why Audrey was upset with him? He didn't know. He really didn't know much of anything right now. "We gotta get that fixed, Auds." he said, fumbling around in his jacket for a clean hanky. Lucky his mother always made him carry one. He handed it to Audrey, and looked around the hotel suite. "There's gotta be somethin' here, I dunno if s'a good idea to try'n heal it now with magic." It wouldn't do if Alan somehow managed to grow a third leg on Audrey's hip in an attempt to fix the damage. Not... well, a third leg would be pretty cool. Alan's drunken mind was now filled with images of a three-legged Audrey. No. Stop. Focus. Audrey was broken. Gotta fix that. He wasn't really in a state to be taking care of anyone, but it was Audrey. He had to. She would do the same for him, and he wasn't about to leave her hanging now. Even if she seemed kinda mad. She wasn't scary mad yet. "Got some bandages here, and... aiight." Alan found the first aid kit, waving it at Audrey with a grin. "Sit down. I gotcha."
  15. Seth had been carried away, by the looks of it, and Kate was standing by the bar still dumbfounded. Alan adjusted his glasses under the mask, and readied his weapons. This was... exactly his kind of fun. The cape strings were tight around his neck, and the cape itself fluttered off his shoulders in its comically tiny way. It wasn't much bigger than a hand towel, and across Alan's broad shoulders it looked hilariously out of place. Still, it was his cape, and he did his best to flip it dramatically with one hand as he made his way to the ballroom door. "I am the night." he answered, which he figured was what Batman would say instead of "yes", and with another theatrical cape-flip Alan pranced into the room to the great confusion of anyone who could still see straight. His first balloon he lobbed into the middle of a crowd, before awkwardly getting down to the floor to do an even more awkward commando roll over to a table. Okay---so his knees weren't as good as they used to be. Pain was for tomorrow! Where was---aha! The Greyheme crowd. Pack of pretentious asshats those. They got a balloon for sure. Alan wasn't taking any chances with this one, so rather than throw it, he sauntered his way up to the group and tapped the Greyheme headmaster on the shoulder. When the man looked around, Alan threw the balloon point-blank at his sharp and annoying nose, popped a party popper into the whipped-cream mess, and scooted off crowing "I AM BATMAN!" before the geezer could retaliate. This was for Lauren, so it had to be extreme. Alan wasn't worried about consequences. Weird things happened every year, and everyone here would wake up in the morning with enormous headaches and very little idea of how they came to be covered in soggy streamers and spoiled cream. At this rate, it was questionable as to whether Alan and Audrey would even remember this. It was fun now though. That's all that mattered. He walked backwards in a way that he assumed looked as cool as it felt, all the way back to where Audrey was. In very obvious and supposed-to-be covert hand signals, he indicated that Kate should be their next target. "You distract her, and I'll 'pa-kow!'" Alan instructed, miming with his hands the explosion of a giant whipped cream balloon all through Kate's hair. This was gonna be awesome!