on a particular Saturday night, M found herself drowning herself in booze and indulging in drugs, just a typical weekend.
M was very impatiently waiting for her pizza to arrive for when she gets high, deciding to take a gamble with the bag o’ pills, which contained so many different pill drugs it was hard to tell which was which and downed it with a shot of rum.
Cyn never thought of ‘lobotomizing’ her like she did to N, V and J, since M had discovered the Eliot’s hidden drugs and used to only take them to chill the hell out like how they used to give meth pills to soldiers in ww2 to calm nerves.
though the addiction got out of had in which Cyn used to her advantage with the aggression and no memory that came from all ways being high and drunk.
M waited around, speeding up the process of getting high with cigar. It’s not like she had work, her lab was basically collecting dust. She used to use her smarts to make inventions and stuff but all she does now is get stupid high and try to make recreational drugs.
she never really told anyone about this because she didn’t want anyone in her business.
eventually a knock on the door alerted the High M, she thought it was the pizza guy and quickly threw on a shirt since she was sitting around in her apartment in a sports bra and shorts.
though unfortunately for her N and V were standing there and they were pissed and disappointed. Before she could even close the door N jammed his foot in the way.
“M… what the hell are you doing?” V barked, she wanted to know now.
M panicked and quickly stammered out an excuse, “nothin’ much, j-just, uh, fuck, waiting on a pizza..”
N hadn’t said anything, letting V do the talking, “Bullshit, I can smell the booze on you and the smoke, so answer me, what the hell do you think your doing Mac?!” V yelled, not taking anymore bullshit.
M went quiet, tail drooping a bit, she couldn’t really run, she was high and drunk, plus she was smaller than both N and V and not at all built for speed, more for ambush and Komodo shit.
M still slowly started to back away before running for her damn secret exit.
“HEY GET BACK HERE, JUNKIE” V yelled after her, The damn woman was at arms length despite M having a head start, N was right next to V.
M ducked into something before going into a vent.
V couldn’t get into the Vent and neither could N, though they could either smoke (with like tear gas or something else) her out or try to find in which direction she could go.
While they can’t outsmart a sober M, the could definitely outsmart a drunk, high and panicked M. And so they decided to go to her lab and found M curled up under her desk.
“Cmon bud, you know we need to talk” N tried to get her out gently, V was getting impatient.
“ Get up now, your lucky we don’t go to J about this” V snapped.
“ V, Cmon, can’t you be at least a little bit more calmer?” N asked
“No, the shit head is a junkie and a drunk”
“thank you”, N looked at the well kept lion plush on the work bench, the fur was soft as. Looked a M, trying to coax her out with it, “this yours, bud?”
only then did he catch her attention, M wanted her plush but didn’t want to come out yet. But decided it was better to come out than to get J called on her, so she came out, and almost immediately got manhandled by V. She still got her plushie though.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you are light as fuck, are you not eating?” V asked, genuinely wondering how M was still alive considering the little oil in her apartment.
M was again in her apartment, this time just smoking cigarettes since she had to hid her stash, she still wanted to forget everything she had done, the families she killed, friends and even once a lover. She hated being sober enough to remember, hated having to feel guilty about it.
There was a knock on the door and M quickly put out her cigarette and hid the pack and tried her best to hide the smoke, and to her luck it was just the pizza boy. She tipped him and finally ate something, though she felt like she was being watched, it was probably her high paranoia, so she continued to eat, just another Sunday.