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Cheryl and Pam's House, Some Time on Sunday
Pam wasn't sure what time it was when she pried her eyelids open. Someone was being loud at her. In words. It sounded a lot like breaaaaaaaakfast, breeeeeeeeeeakfast, make me breakfast!

"Ah, shit," she grumbled. "It's still here."

How long was this acid trip going to last?

(for the co-parent and the wee one. massive SP in effect what what)

notmysupervisor

2014-02-17 01:57 pm (UTC) (Link)

"Usually the hallucinations go away by now," Cheryl observed casually, tilting her head from where she was neatly seated in a chair.

She'd been up and sober for a couple minutes now. Proooobably going to need to do something about that soon.

lilpooveys

2014-02-18 02:46 am (UTC) (Link)

"I'm a real girl," Esmerelda announced proudly. "And I want food. I found some in the kitchen but it's all gone now. Pleeeeeeeeeeease."

holyshitsnacks

2014-02-18 02:47 am (UTC) (Link)

"Great, the hallucination ate all our food," Pam grumbled. "This is the worst trip ever."

notmysupervisor

2014-02-18 02:53 am (UTC) (Link)

"Pam, you should make us food," Cheryl decided. "Like, you're clearly the mom here."

Like, clearly.

Cheryl had apparently decided to just go with it.

lilpooveys

2014-02-18 02:59 am (UTC) (Link)

"You're both moms," Esmerelda insisted. "But she does more of the cooking 'cause you like burning things too much and then the p'leece have to come."

holyshitsnacks

2014-02-18 03:00 am (UTC) (Link)

"She's got a point," Pam said. "Aw, f-- ... fudge. Fine. I'll make toast or something. You got a name, kid?"

lilpooveys

2014-02-18 03:03 am (UTC) (Link)

"Everybody has a name," Esmerelda pointed out.

notmysupervisor

2014-02-18 03:13 am (UTC) (Link)

"Yeah but what is yours?" Cheryl asked, rolling her eyes. "Duh."

lilpooveys

2014-02-18 03:14 am (UTC) (Link)

"Yooooooooooooooooou named me," Esmerelda said. "How's come you're acting like you don't know?"

holyshitsnacks

2014-02-18 03:16 am (UTC) (Link)

"Let's try this again, short stuff," Pam said. "Cough up a name or no toast."

She was way too hungover to have this conversation. Wait, was it still a hangover if it was an acid trip and not alcohol? Pam was unclear on the terminology.

notmysupervisor

2014-02-18 03:20 am (UTC) (Link)

"I'll eat all your toast and make you watch," Cheryl threatened, eyes widening crazily. "I'll even put jelly on it."

lilpooveys

2014-02-18 03:23 am (UTC) (Link)

And Cheryl would do it, too. Trust her kid to know.

"Hazel Angelica Mercedes Yvonne Julianna Mortimer Lana Poovey-Tunt," Esmerelda declared.

It had a nice flow to it. Besides, they hadn't said her name, just a name, and that was one.

Served them right for forgetting.

notmysupervisor

2014-02-18 03:49 am (UTC) (Link)

"So we were both on drugs when we named you," Cheryl decided. "Pam was on birth drugs, I was just me. Cool. You could become a DJ later in life."

holyshitsnacks

2014-02-18 03:50 am (UTC) (Link)

"You could make it an acronym," Pam suggested. "Hammy-ja-milpt. Tell people it's Swedish and give yourself a stupid accent."

lilpooveys

2014-02-18 03:52 am (UTC) (Link)

"That's gross," Esmerelda said. "What's a DJ? How's come you guys are both being all weird today?"

notmysupervisor

2014-02-18 04:02 am (UTC) (Link)

"Are we not always this weird?" Cheryl asked, frowning. "I thought we were pretty low-key, actually. No one has a gun or anything."

lilpooveys

2014-02-18 04:04 am (UTC) (Link)

"Not like crazy weird, like when Uncle Krieger comes over," Esmerelda clarified. "But you forgot my name and didn't even remember it when I got it wrong. You're not usually all stupid."

holyshitsnacks

2014-02-18 04:05 am (UTC) (Link)

"Hooooooooly shit," Pam said. "I can't believe we let Krieger hang around our kid."

notmysupervisor

2014-02-18 04:07 am (UTC) (Link)

"I know," Cheryl sighed, shaking her head. "And we let her call him uncle. Wanna bet whether he came up with that or we did?"

He did. Krieger totally did.

lilpooveys

2014-02-18 04:09 am (UTC) (Link)

"He brings candy, but I'm not 'lowed to eat it," Esmerelda said helpfully. "Hey! Who do I gotta stab to get that toast?"