Fred stared down at her glass, spinning it between her palms for a moment and watching how the liquid moved.
"Rather unfortunate, that." She quipped before knocking back the second glass. It was fire in her belly and made her jaw tingle and saliva fill her mouth, a sigh out and Winifred put down the glass as a silent indicator for more.
"You know, now that I think about it," Fred frowned and leaned with one hip against the desk, "I dont think I've been drunk before. I always stopped when I started to feel warm." Fred didn't mention she believed it was her natural healing magic that kept her from the worst of alcohol.
"Do you see the sunrise and wish you were dead?" Her voice was soft, contemplative and she traced the rim of her glass with her fingertip, "I do. I havent slept in days. Before that all I could do was sleep. When I wasnt working or tending to patients, I was tired and sleeping. " A sigh and she continued, unprompted but it was pouring out if her like fluff from an overstuffed pillow.
Fred didnt wait to be served the third glass, instead she grabbed Leif's hand to keep his glass steady to pour it into his cup and then poured her own, which was quickly swallowed. "Medina and I were going to raise her baby together. She was so excited. I'd be the doting uncle. We came up with an excuse on why there was no father. We were good at keeping out abilities secret and just being... normal." Fred sighed, looking down at herself, lower lip between her teeth. The pants that rested on long legs, the polished shoes, the loose fitting shirt tucked into pants.
"I have nothing now. I have no home. My sister is gone." Fred's hand tightened around the glass, "I lived the way I did for her and for what! So she can pretend I dont exist the second some man can give her an orgasm." Fred poured herself a fourth drink, "a man who wants her dead! How romantic."
"And you!" Fred turned her attention to Leif, "you're just an angry asshole who pretends to not be the complete bleeding heart you are. You dont smile. You dont laugh. You mope all the fucking time. You lash out at people who dont deserve it, which is me." Fred continued, another glass of drink, "you don't have the good grace to trust me! Me! My life is ruined because of you and you can't even let down the real mask. Even a little bit." Which stung. "What are you so afraid of by being my friend? I took you into my home despite your obviousness because you needed help. And look what happened. The least you can do is be fucking nice to me."
Fred grabbed Leifs glass and filled it again before pouring herself a fifth drink and swallowing that back.