(2018-11-30) Sober Companion
Vic asks Willow to move in and help her stay sober.
Players:
vic..willow..

Vic has been in the Christmas spirit for once in the last decade and a half. There's a teeny little tree in the middle of the dining table/work desk in front of the murder board in her apartment. There is a wreath on the door, facing in because no one would see it the other way. There are a few lights in the windows. And she has a box of ornaments out and is sorting through them to decorate the little 3 foot fake spruce. She's also humming. She's been doing that a lot, and singing in her shower. Vic can sing. Really sing. As Willow might have realized at the Thanksgiving party at Calvin's.

She's in a cropped tee, showing off the epic belt of old-school ink around her waist, and jeans. She is in her bunny slippers though. She can't be totally cool. That would confuse people.

*

Speaking of cool, Willow has taken to wearing an elf costume…and today is no exception! Red tights, green elf top and skirt, fake ears, red 'Santa' hat, her scrawny body never looked so thin. She carries in another box - this one of Christmas cards for them to sign and send out. Lots of cute animals on the covers. She picked them up at a thrift shop. "Okay, we should start sending out the cards before it gets too late. Less than four weeks to go!" Willow sits cross-legged on the floor and picks one out. "Awww…Bulldog in a Santa hat. That should totally go to Calvin." Opening it up she pouts a little. "We can just cross out the old message." They are second-hand after all.

*

"We're sending those to clients? Really?" Vic asks, looking amused. It's not like these people ever hire her twice. Once they've been screwed by whomever they had her look into, they're wary from then on, and don't require her. Sending them second hand Christmas Cards sounds hilarious, and awesome. Also Willow seems to have her heart set on it. The box she's digging in seems really old, and dusty, like it hasn't been opened in a long time.

Vic pulls out a box of generic glass red and white and silver ornaments and starts hanging them, the smaller ones at least. Anything larger would tip the whole tree over. "I wanted to talk to you about something, Wil," she notes, looking over at the girl.

*

"We have to maintain contact with everyone. And it shows how caring we are that we still thought of them at Christmas. Not that many of them want to be reminded of us…" Willow shrugs. "The season demands being kind to others. Everyone. So we will send one to the wronged and the wrongee, they're usually not at the same address anymore. And if they need our business again, they only need to look at the mantelpiece to remember us. Does everyone still have mantelpieces to put Christmas cards on? Maybe one of those strings people put on the wall and hang the cards on."

"You want to talk to me? You are talking to me" Willow points out with a giggle before trying to assume a serious expression. This could be about work.

*

Vic snorts at her explanation of how the cards are going to work. "Just cut them in half at the fold. Write on the backside of the cover." She puts a few more bulbs on the tree. "There's something rich folks can get called a 'sober companion'. Basically someone who helps them stay sober during their early months of rehabilitation from an addiction. They live with the person and help keep them from drinking or shooting up or whatever their addiction is. I'm not rich, but I was hoping you'd like to be my sober companion and move in here to help me stay away from the booze. I've ordered a fold away bed to put in here. It's probably nicer than my own."

*

"Cut them in two…" Willow thinks this through and then looks quite amazed. "Wow…that is such a good idea. They're more Christmas postcards I guess. And we could stamp them with our phone number, though we should sign them ourselves for the personal touch." She purses her lips. "The person who gets the back half of the card might not be too happy though." Willow drops the card back in the box to give Vic her full attention.

"You want me to move in?" Willow asks, smiling happily. "I…umm…you know I spend a lot of time on your couch anyway, right? And…umm…your floor isn't really soundproofed." She taps the floor beneath her. "You don't need to get me anything though. I'm happy to stay here because I want you to stay sober. You're so much nicer when sober. Like, you sing and everything. You haven't punched anyone in like…days."

*

"Don't argue with me on this, Wil. You're sleeping in a real bed. You sleeping on a couch would drive me to drink. And you can have your, ah, time requiring soundproofing whenever I'm over at Calvin's or on a stakeout or whatnot," Vic points out with a chuckle. She pulls out an ornament that has a photo in it and she looks momentarily shattered. It's one of those "First Christmas Together" ornaments with a picture of her and her husband. He was handsome, in an unconventional way, and had a beard much like Calvin does. She swallows and sets it aside. "This time of year is the hardest."

*

"I…umm…actually mentioned it not being soundproof in the context of what you get up to" Willow blushes. "You don't have to worry about me. E doesn't want to have sex. He wants to wait until we're madly in love or something. And then he got shot and stabbed and he's worried about gangers and…" A roll of her eyes and a big sigh. "Life is complicated…but always better than the alternative. I never argue with you." The top of her Santa hat flops down over her face, ringing the bell on the tip.

Willow looks at the disturbing ornament and frowns for a moment. "Even tougher for people who have no one" she points out softly before her smile is back and it's time for a boss hug! "And you have love and friends. There's no shame in loving again." A squeeze of Vic. "What are you two doing for Chrissy?"

*

Vic blurts out a laugh at having the insinuation turned around on her. "Oh, we haven't, not yet. We are taking things slow because we've both had some hangups over our past. But seriously, I am NOT banging Calvin Shay in this dump. He has way better sheets than my Walmart clearance special ones," she points out. She takes a tiny strand of garland on a roll out and winds it through the branches.

At the hug she sighs and pats Willow's hands. It's getting easier, just some things still punch me in the heart for moment. I'll be going to Calvin's parents' for their party, which has me freaked out for whole different reasons. But I'll spend some of it with you too, if you aren't spending it with your boyfriend, Kid."

*

"Hey, this isn't a dump. Enough of that kind of talk. This is a really cool place. Like, it has walls and everything" Willow grins. "And it is now full of love, happiness, and Christmas cheer. You need to get a Santa hat." The hug is not ending anytime soon. "And Calvin's parents live in the big house, right? Gosh, I wonder how massive that would be? It's probably the size of a neighborhood. Why do people need such big houses but then don't invite people to live there who don't have anything?"

Willow releases, only so she can help with the Christmas decorating. "You know what being punched in the heart means? It means you still have a heart. I'd much rather a person with a sore heart than a person with no heart at all. If you need to talk about your freak, I can listen." A shrug about her plans. "I dunno what we're doing. Might go help with the homeless or something. My parents are going on a vacation to Denver. How awesome is that! They've been saving so hard."

*

"I haven't seen my own parents in over a decade, even though they live here. My dad and I had a huge fight over me quitting the force after Evan's death. Mom still calls every week, to make sure I'm all right. I don't want to break her heart even more by going to someone else's parents' for Christmas." Vic grimaces at that, and pulls out a packet of tinsel, the most flammable decoration known to man. How this stuff hasn't been banned is anyone's guess. At least it doesn't have lead in it any more. " Also though I've met Cal's parents before, and have know them since I was a kid, I haven't been with them as Cal's girlfriend before. I don't know what to expect."

*

"I know what you can expect" Willow replies sagely. "You can expect a warm and loving greeting and an environment of happiness and support. You can expect to be welcomed with loving arms and made to feel part of the family. Admired and adored for helping their son, and yourself, be happy. Easy. And you know what else you should do? Invite your parents along too. If you have to meet his, he has to meet yours, and they have to meet each other. Sheesh, you're all old, act mature. Your father should know that you do as much good work now as you did when you were in the police. You still help people. You still uphold the law. If he thinks a badge is more important than your soul, then he's silly. And I'll tell him that if you don't."

*

"Maybe next year. This year is a lot of other hurdles for me and that would just stress me out. Maybe I'll drop by to see them though. Maybe," Vic considers, though the idea seems to make her bristle. Her dad is doubtless where she got her stubbornness. She seems a bit relieved about Willow's estimation of her time at the Starkweather/Shay party though. She lets out a breath. "Here's hoping I don't say something stupid to Cal's folks."

*

"Umm…Calvin is their son. I think they've heard all the stupid things that could ever be said" Willow winks. "It's time you cleared some hurdles then. You're not the kind of person to back down from anything, Vic. That's one of the awesome things about you. So why be afraid of this? You're a wonderful person and Calvin is lucky to be kissyface with you. He's finally come to his senses and you need to too…the two of you…too…to…I forgot what I was going to say. Oh! I have an angel for the tree! I sculpted it myself."

*

Vic smiles and returns Willow's hug for a change. "Well get it and put it on top. We have a lot to celebrate this year."

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