Phoebe was always the type of person to cherish every meal. She chewed every bit until it was swallow-able and rinsing it down with the wine she loved so much. Well aware of William's eating habits she didn't even waste her breath to tell him to slow down. Instead she just filled up her glass and admired the liquid as she swirled it around. It reminded her of how she used to be bittersweet.
After cleaning her plate she gathered everything that didn't belong on William's table putting things in it proper place. However she left the wine bottle on the table to finish off the bottle. She didn't use a glass only wrapping her lips around the rim and draining the bottle. She would wipe her mouth and place the bottle on the table's center for decoration.
Phoebe was a good drunk, it would take a lot to actually stagger her. She was actually a better shot when she was under the influence. However she didn't walk in a straight line after finishing that bottle.
She stumbled over to the table with all the paperwork on it bumping her knee up against it. "Aa-ouch...Fucking bitch ass table" she spoke in russian,her mother's tongue at times. Especially when her mind was somewhere else or if she was drunk she would speak in Russian unknowingly at times.
She started to tidy up the papers so it can be a quick grab and go when they leave for tomorrow's mission.
"I dug deep into Willy's past today...I hope I didn't go too far." She still spoke in Russian worried for her partner.
But she became worried again, she heard William panting.
"Willy are you having a bad dream?" She spoke out to him in Russian.
"Well if you are I'm coming in the go to bed anyways" she continued to talk as she stumbled towards Willy's bedroom
William was lying in bed, staring at the cream-colored ceiling above him. Without the interference from his glasses, he rubbed his face with ease as he let out an exasperated sigh. Phoebe wanted him to sleep tonight so he could be in top shape for tomorrow, but after revealing his emotional turmoil to Phoebe, he doesn't think he can. Every time he closed his eyes he had this unnerving feeling and an irrational fear that his abductor was standing at the foot of his bed, ready to drag the purposely dull blade over his skin once again. The ridges of the knife would finally break and tear at his skin. The weapon, a bread knife, proved very effective in scarring a pre-teen well into adulthood. Feeling a strange presence in the room with him, William moved his gaze from the ceiling and scanned the room. He felt his heart stop for a brief second. "Fuck," William swore, letting the word slip out. "What are you doing there?" William asked Phoebe who stood at his doorway. Because he didn't have his glasses, it took him awhile to identify the dark silhouette as his partner.
. As soon as she stumbled onto the doorway William's outburst startled her forcing her to let out a yelp "eeeek! Na Museowo!!" She screamed in Korean at him
saying that she was scared..
"What do you think! Hopefully you didn't think I was sleeping out there alone? This is a sleepover so scoot over." She spoke in Russian again as she climbed into Williams bed collapsing halfway to the top. "How dare you scare me like that? My blonde is probably silver now."
William let out an exasperated sigh once he heard his dear partner speak Korean followed by Russian, the language William HAD to pick up because of Phoebe's drunk antics. Of course she became intoxicated the night before her meeting with Hex... He should have taken the bottle away from her instead of trusting her to make the better judgment, but it was too late now. Understanding Phoebe's demands, he shifted his body to the side, making room for his drunk friend.
After seeing Phoebe only make it halfway to the top, he brushed his hair back, showing his annoyance and exhaustion through this little, insignificant action before sitting up and getting out of bed. He walked to the opposite side of the bed where Phoebe was and gingerly picked her up. Although he wasn't as strong as Phoebe, he was strong enough to carry her weight without much difficulty. "Honestly, did you have to drink so much when we already had prior arrangements for tomorrow?" William complained as he lied her back down at the top of the bed, letting her head rest on one of the soft, cloud-like pillows. Knowing Phoebe, he was well aware of her feelings towards being alone in a large defined area of space, so he didn't offer or insist Phoebe to sleep in the several other rooms he had at hand. Many would go mad if they had to live in such a large house by their lonesome, but not William. Like Phoebe said, he was piece of work.
He pulled the covers over most of Phoebe's body before lying back down on his side of the bed, crawling under the covers as well. With Phoebe lying next to him, William felt more at ease. His past no longer plagued or worried him like it did when he was completely alone with his thoughts. He felt like he could actually shut his eyes and fall asleep without jolting awake soon after. Only a few moments passed when William drifted off to sleep, letting himself fall into the dark abyss that is slumber.