Lucy screwed the cap off and brought it to her lips, tipping back the burning drink. She coughed slightly from the large drink, her throat burning as it went down. She didn’t tend to drink often, especially in front of other people, but she needed it. Something to take a bit of the edge off. She removed her glasses and set them on the counter, rubbing at her eyes.
Sam paced in the kitchen. He wanted to hide but had no idea where half the rooms in the cabin were and he didn't want to go outside. He heard coughing from the hallway and whipped around. Without thinking he speedwalked down the hallway towards the noise. "Are you okay? Lata? Lucy?"
Lucy heard the voice and put her glasses back on, setting the small flask down. “I’m fine,” she called, fiddling with the cap between the fingers. She looked up from where she was sat down on the floor, her legs crossed. Did she really care what they saw her do? No, but she had made a good impression so far. She took another quick drink from the flask before screwing the cap back on.
Sam walked through the door to see Lucy on the floor and Lata on a bed. He saw the flask before she could put it away, and he squinted at Lucy. "Alcohol?" he asked, trying to hide behind the doorframe so the rip in his clothes wasn't as obvious
Lucy looked up at Sam with a slightly guilty expression. “You caught me,” she murmured, giving a forced laugh. Sure, she was slightly embarrassed, but she told herself not to care so much.
"What kind?" he asked, still partially hiding behind the doorway. He hadn't had alcohol in a long time and was actually craving it just a little, not that he would admit it
“Not sure what the brand is, but it’s whiskey. Why, do you want any?” Lucy asked, arching a brow. She glanced him over, what she could see of him, at least.
"Can I have some?" he asked
“Sure,” Lucy said with a shrug. She picked up the flask and held it out to him, unaware that he didn’t prefer to move from behind the wall.
Sam walked into the room, momentarily forgetting about his current state. He took the flask and made an attempt at just taking a sip, but ended up chugging the rest of the whiskey before realizing it. He handed her back the empty flask. "Uh, thanks."
Lucy’s eyes widened a tad at his condition, and she quickly adverted her eyes to a spot on the wall. She took it back and nodded. “Yeah, anytime,” she responded, giving the stone in her pocket a quick squeeze. She slipped the empty flask back into her satchel and shifted her weight a tad, choosing not to acknowledge how his clothes were shredded.
Sam caught her looking on accident. He looked down at his ripped suit and trenchcoat. "Uh…You wouldn't happen to know of somewhere I can get some clothes, would you?"
“Oh, um, I probably had some back at my cabin. But I could always help look here,” Lucy said, praying that he wouldn’t ask about the clothes she said were at her cabin. She hated talking about things like that, especially to people that she didn’t feel extremely close to.
"That would be appreciated. I admit I'm still a little lost in this cabin," he said, absently fiddling with the cuff of his sleeve
Lucy nodded and pushed to her feet. “You and me both,” she responded. She looked down at her satchel, wondering if she should leave it. She never left it anywhere, but she told herself it was safe there. She stepped out of the room, looking up and down the hall. “Maybe that other man has some clothes that might fit you?” She suggested, still not really looking directly at Sam.
"I'm not sure. I think I would be a different size in clothing due to my height." Sam started to look through a closet in the hall for clothes but finding nothing but random items here and there
Lucy nodded in understanding. “Let’s at least find a coat, of some sorts,” she commented, standing on her toes as she looked on the top shelf of a closet.
Sam wandered into the living room and found another closet off to the side. He opened the door to find several shirts but no coats. "I believe I found something," he called as he looked through some of the shirts. He pulled a red one and a slightly bigger black one out and held them away from his face. He squinted at them, the fact that he wasn't used to having decent vision preventing him from telling which one would fit better. "Would you come here a moment? It appears I cannot tell which shirt would fit better."
Lucy looked over her shoulder and walked to him. She took the two shirts from him, taking a moment to hold them up to him. After a moment, she folded the red one and held the black one to him. “I’d go with this just to be safe, the red one seemed like it may be a bit tight.”
Sam nodded, putting the red one back in the closet. Like the awkward creature he was, he stood there for a moment before saying "I'll just change in here," and going into the closet and closing the door behind him
Lucy laughed timidly, giving the stone in her pocket another squeeze as she felt heat rising up the back of her neck. “You could have just asked me to turn around, I’m surprised you fit in that small closet,” she said quickly, glancing at the decor in the room.
There was a thump as Sam hit his head on the ceiling of the closet, then another as he accidentally elbowed the wall. "I admit this was-ow-not the best idea."
Lucy stifled a bit of soft laughter, smiling to herself. “Obviously,” she responded, looking at a small painting that was on a nearby wall.
Sam finally shuffled out of the closet, ruined clothes in hand. Despite picking the bigger shirt, it was still almost comically tight on him. He closed the door behind him and frowned down at the shirt. "I don't quite think this fits."
Lucy looked at him and covered her mouth with her hand, unable to stop her quiet laughter. “Oh gosh, not really. Maybe we should just go and buy you some shirts to wear,” she suggested.
"I think we might have to," he said, moving his arms up from his sides a little to show the shirt immediately go halfway up his stomach
Lucy laughed a bit more and nodded slowly. “We should do that now, I don’t think the others would want to stare at your stomach for the rest of the night,” she said in a joking tone.
Sam looked offended for a moment. "What's wrong with my stomach?" he pouted
Lucy smiled and shook her head. “Nothing at all, I’m just teasing you,” she responded.
Sam huffed, trying to get the shirt back down over his stomach. "I officially hate this dimension," he grumbled