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The Drunken Confessions meme.

Drunken Confessions

Exactly what its name implies. Someone's had a bit too much; someone's telling a bit too much.

What do:
1) Post with your character. Name and canon go in the subject line.
2) Include somewhere, be it the subject line or in the text itself, if your character is going to be confessing or confessed to. Or open to both options.
3) That's it. Everything else is up to you. How they confess (in person, on the phone, over text) and what they confess is all up to you. No RNG here.
4) Have fun.

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[ Confessed or confessing are both fine. Confessing will require a lot of alcohol. ]

Anna? Aaaannna... Anna Banana, I gotsta-- oh god. Stand still. Just stop. Stay put for five seconds. [Kenzi appears to be the one who is swaying, but nope, let's keep blaming Anna.]

Anna I gotta-- tell you a thing. Real bad. Important shiz. Not monkey-related.

[ Anna's smiling slightly despite herself at the state Kenzi is in, but the use of the word 'bad' sees that disappearing pretty fast. She catches hold of her elbow, trying to steady her somewhat. ]

Bad? What kind of bad, Kenzi?

[She looks pale. Paler than usual. And guilty, too! Pale and guilty and maybe a little sweaty. She points to Anna's jacket which is now kind of folded in a heap on the floor.] ... Is that your jacket? The one by the chair?

[ Well that's....certainly not what she's expecting. With a quick glance over in the direction that is being pointed, Anna nods. Forgive her Kenzi, but she's so not seeing where you're going with this. ] Yeah, yeah that's mine... Why?

[She leans forward, almost falling INTO Anna in the process. She hangs onto her sleeve to prevent a faceplant and says very pointedly into her ear.] Don't. Put it. On.

Trust me.

[Yes. Trust the tiny drunk slurring her words and looking all glassy-eyed]

[ It takes a moment to put two and two together, mostly because she's a little busy trying to prevent a very unsteady girl from ending up all over the floor. ]

Don't- what are you on about? K- [ Yep. That's the cogs finally clicking into place. ]

Oh, you didn't, did you?

[She did. She-- she did. Oh no, she looks incredibly distressed about it. Are those tears?] I TOTALLY VOM'D IN YOUR JACKET!

[ Kenzi, could you not have aimed for the jacket of someone who...you know, wears more than one outfit from time to time? It's pretty impossible to stay mad at the sight in front of her though, and after a moment she manages a slightly wry smile as she pats Kenzi's shoulder. ]

Hey, uh- that's okay. I'll wash it, it'll be fine. You don't need to get...upset.

[ So she's a little awkward, it's been a while since she's done this, alright? ]

[It was familiar and safe and she didn't exactly have a lot of time to plan ahead! Oh no, now she's hugging Anna and kind of crying on her a little. Aren't drunk people fun?]

It's too laaaaate. Upset is happening. I ruined our friendship. I'm sorry, my precious banana! [Is she... petting Anna's hair? Oh god--]

[ Well that escalated quickly. Still, it's sweet in a...drunk kind of way, and she can get over the jacket thing. It's not like she actually needs it, anyway. Anna wraps an arm around her shoulders loosely, but Kenzi is apparently way more affectionate than she initially anticipated. ]

Oh, no, no you didn't ruin anything. It's okay, really. [ Hair patting? Okay then, she'll just...she'll just go with that. It really is quite endearing, after all. ]

[ Hey there, angel. Have Kid Blue staring at you.

No, like. Really staring. Not just his usual squinty glare.

Seriously.

He's not even blinking. ]

[ Admittedly, this probably isn't the weirdest thing to happen to her. Still, that doesn't make Anna any less confused by the rather intense way two eyes seem to be locked on her, and after a moment of waiting for...well, anything to happen, she frowns and waves a hand in front of his face. ]

Can I...help you?

Anna. Manna.

Yeah, y'fuckin' lady.

[ Hey, that's classy in Kid's book. And--oh, at least hes' not staring. He's just swearing dangerously close to falling off his stool. ]

You saved my bacon. An' I like my bacon... An' shit.

[ Wow that's funny this isn't Louisiana. Actually he hasn't a clue where this is now that he thinks on it, something he is finding terribly difficult to do — which is no surprise given that, at present, he has just appeared with a flutter of wings on top of a coffee table which he then immediately topples off of to land in a heap of trench coat and inebriated confusion on the floor at Anna's feet.

Hi, Anna. Your ex-subordinate is here. Isn't that awesome? ]

[ To her credit, Anna reacts fast. She rises quickly and manages to grab him in time to prevent the fall from being quite so catastrophic - mostly for the sake of said coffee table, it's not like Castiel would be particularly debilitated by that. That doesn't mean she's not confused as hell though, and moments later she lets him go to drop back onto the floor.

This certainly isn't how she pictured a reunion with Cas, that's for sure. ]

What happened to you?

[ Definitely confused, and even a little bit wary, she's mostly just concerned right now. After all, it's not like the first conclusion she's going to jump to is alcohol as the cause for this state, is it? No, she's much more certain that she's faced with some kind of horrifically injured angel. ]

[ He's aware of not quite hitting the floor (what is this some sort of magic) before ending up face-first in it with a muffled sort of grunt that's absorbed by the carpet. Funny, this carpet doesn't smell like where he was aiming for. Of course the area he was aiming for was grassy.

Is this grass? This is weird freaking grass.

The voice catches his attention after a long and somewhat awkward silence that is apparently the processing time required for him to realize that, yes, someone has indeed spoken to him. That's funny, that sounded like— he hauls himself upright to squint at the angel above him. He is indeed completely unharmed but his clothes are even more askew than normal and he looks... Well, he looks positively wasted. After a moment his eyes focus enough that he's aware he's looking at— ]

Anna.

[ Well that's weird. His face screws up in confusion and he looks away. ]

There must have been something very unusual in that liquor store.

[ Well this is strange. She folds her arms over her chest as she watches him, and confused doesn't even begin to cover it any more. What's Castiel doing here, where she's supposed to be hiding, stumbling around like some kind of drunk-

Oh. Well that makes sense, sort of. It doesn't answer any more of her questions, but at least she knows why he's in such a state. ]

Castiel. I've got to say, I didn't expect you to drop in on me quite like this.

[ It's pleasant enough, and she smiles through it as she steps aside to gesture to the couch. Perhaps that's safer for him. ]

Is there a reason you've fallen off the wagon, or is this just what you do for kicks these days?

[ Yes, it rather is strange, now that he's thinking on it — which is no easy task, given his current state of inebriation. He's mulling over the why for some time, the cogs grinding slowly together even as he unsteadily rises from the floor to all but collapse onto the couch offered up to him. Something is odd, something's wrong, what is it, what is it—

Oh. That's right.

His head turns to her after lolling briefly to the side, squinting again to make sure he's seeing her, really seeing her. The silence stretches for some time before he finally speaks. ]

You're dead.

[ That came out a bit more abruptly than he planned. His brow furrows and he tries again. ]

Extremely dead.

[ Whoops. So much for round two. ]

[ Well.

This is awkward.

Anna clears her throat quietly as she straightens up her jacket, and after a moment she nods and sits carefully on the edge of the couch next to him. Because that's kind of a huge elephant in the room and, drunk or not she can't really ignore it. ]

Well, clearly. That's kind of what happens when big brother decides you're not playing the game by his rules, isn't it.

[ And if there's the ever so slight hint of bitterness in the back of her voice, well she's not going to address it. She swallows hard, and tries to ignore the nagging reminder of their last confrontation. It's not the time for anger or guilt, and really it's not like she doesn't understand his decision. After all, her own stint in angelic prison did quite the number on her, too. ]

I guess someone up there still owes me a favour. Or maybe Dad's feeling sympathetic. That's all I've got for you, sorry.

[ For a moment he does nothing more than press the heels of his hands into his eyes, rubbing furiously against the numbed skin in a hopeless attempt to get his head on straight. It wasn't like he wanted to get drunk. They had to out-drink a Norse god; if anyone else tried it they've have probably died of alcohol poisoning halfway through. It was nearly a miracle Cas managed to win. His hands press just a bit more before he flops back again with his eyes focused on the ceiling. ]

You tried to kill Sam and Dean.

[ It's said weakly, as if he only just remembers. It's possible that's the case given how absolutely sloshed he is right now. ]

[ Yes, she did, and she's not going to say it now because she likes this second lease at life, but she would do it again. Maybe not as mindlessly, maybe she could be convinced of another course of action these days, but if there were no other option...she'd do it again. When she looks at Castiel, for an instant there she's so sad, so broken and it shows.

It's just a moment though, and the moment passes to leave a smooth, blank expression that even looks mildly amused. It's all polished, perfect, and oh so fake, and she doesn't even care that he can probably pick that out, as clueless as Cas can sometimes be. ]

I had my reasons. Your boys are safe from big bad Anna now, though. Rest assured I won't be going near them again.

[ She likes being alive too much for that. Still, she's different. She's not the same person that was captured by angels at his bidding all that time ago, and after a while the smile slips, and she just shrugs her shoulders as she looks at her hands. ]

It wasn't Heaven, you know. In case Michael's friendly gesture didn't clue you into that.

[ If he catches or understands the look, it doesn't show; his head lolls to the side just enough to focus on her, eyes narrowed with dizzied consternation. The words process slower than they should as he works to wrap his head around them. ]

No. You won't.

[ Drunk as he is, the implied threat remains: she won't be going near them again, because if she did Castiel would kill her himself. Of course this would all seem much more frightening if he weren't absolutely pissed, but at least the effort is being made. He stares ahead again, then glances over at Anna, then ahead once more with lips pursed together. ]

I know.

[ A beat. ]

You were... doing what you thought to be the best thing for this world. On your own.

[ And for that she paid the price. That's enough, isn't it? He's not sure. Honestly it's pretty difficult to make sense of the whole thing in the here and now. After a moment's consideration one hand reaches out to pat her leg in a reasonably awkward gesture. ]

I'm sorry that it all had to end with your being incinerated from the inside out, Anna.

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The Drunken Confessions meme.

Anna Milton | Supernatural

NOW THIS IS HAPPENING.

AHHHH FLAWLESS HUMAN BEING

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lbr drunk blue is part for the course

kiiiiiiiid

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I'm sorry I could not stop myself

Never ever ever be sorry

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