The Enigmatic Agent Scully

"You could have died!" (i WAS GOING TO SEND ONE FROM HANNIBAL BUT WE ALREADY HAVE AN RP THERE SO-)

She had started driving before the other had introduced herself. The claim that she was making - that she was a 'pretty big deal' - was quite a big one, not one that Dana was necessarily going to take her word for.

"You could have died!" (i WAS GOING TO SEND ONE FROM HANNIBAL BUT WE ALREADY HAVE AN RP THERE SO-)

Alana nodded yes, and then stumbled back down the road and opened her car door and sat down. “No more dangerous than gettnig a drive home with a psychopath.” she mumbled, deciding that psychopath was a much more suitable term for this woman that she hardly knew.

As soon as she noticed the woman stumbling back towards her car for what she hoped would be the final time, she opened the car door for herself and got in. She ignored the mumblings of the woman (and if the stranger in her car ended up being a psychopath herself, she was readily equipped for any action that she may have to take), knowing that her presumptions were false.

"You could have died!" (i WAS GOING TO SEND ONE FROM HANNIBAL BUT WE ALREADY HAVE AN RP THERE SO-)

"Do you want a lift home or not?" she called out, becoming slightly irritated with the other woman’s erratic behaviour. "It’s too dangerous if you’re planning on walking home."

"You could have died!" (i WAS GOING TO SEND ONE FROM HANNIBAL BUT WE ALREADY HAVE AN RP THERE SO-)

"Maybe you can help me then." she said, a little too excitedly "Take me home, I have coffee do you like that? Or I have beer, that’s good stuff maybe we can like talk." Alana tried to walk to the car door but she tripped over a root and  on the side of the road and stumbled less than gracefully.

She gave the woman a small smile.

"You could have died!" (i WAS GOING TO SEND ONE FROM HANNIBAL BUT WE ALREADY HAVE AN RP THERE SO-)

"I can’t be home alone!" she cried out as she wobbled to the side "The moon at least can keep me company out here and it doesn’t bark at me!" she said, slightly angrily, even though she knew none of this was the lady’s fault.

"You can’t even see the moon," she debated, looking up to the sky as though to justify her argument. "It can’t possibly keep you company." She couldn’t say much for the dogs, however; some dogs were naturally quite talkative, and telling her something like the dogs just had to get used to her could be incorrect information.

"You could have died!" (i WAS GOING TO SEND ONE FROM HANNIBAL BUT WE ALREADY HAVE AN RP THERE SO-)

Alana scoffed and rolled her eyes at the girl before starting to walk away, when suddenly she looked back “I donno.” she said, wrinkling her porcelain skin with a scrunch of her nose. “Someone… He needs me.” Alana walked back towards the girl, her steps far from steady and she was inches away from the woman before whispering again. “I let him down.”

Well, she wasn’t being much help, saying that her friend needed help yet didn’t know if her friend truly needed help. Surely what she was saying was nothing more than the product of intoxication. Or, at least, it was for the most part; there was a possibility that she had let her friend down and her friend had entrusted her with his dogs, but there was no possibility that it was the truth.

"You could have died!" (i WAS GOING TO SEND ONE FROM HANNIBAL BUT WE ALREADY HAVE AN RP THERE SO-)

Wandering around in the middle of the night was never a good idea for anybody, more so if it was raining with the moon - the only light that would usually illuminate the dark road - nowhere in sight. And, from the looks of it, the lady whose life had been in some amount of danger only moments ago, was at least slightly intoxicated.

"Don't drink that!" (I just wanted to send one from over here b/c why not-)

It was a miracle that in the years of careless drinking at any number of bars of varying repute, this was the first time she had had her drink spiked. More of a miracle though was that the other woman was still willing to help out so earnestly now after she had been so rude. Still, Elizabeth was too intoxicated to realise this.

More words that lacked manners spilled from the stranger’s mouth, and yet she found herself still helping her. As the stranger was against her shoulder, she found herself supporting the other woman’s weight, not wanting her to crash either on top of her or down upon the ground; allowing her to do either would be of poor form, especially if she was possibly the only person on the scene that could possibly help her.

"Don't drink that!" (I just wanted to send one from over here b/c why not-)

Elizabeth scoffed, a smirk twitching at her lips. “Rubbish. The night’s only just beginning. I’ve a long way to go before I’ve had enough.” She signalled for another refill before raising her glass and nodding to the other in a somewhat scathing toast. “And I’ll thank you for your ‘secondly’ even so.”

She knew that there was little convincing somebody that hadn't even known of her existence until that point of time that they'd already had too much. It wasn't as though she had been keeping tabs on the stranger all night, but her presence had been slightly difficult to ignore. How drunk this woman got over the night was none of her business, and she wasn't going to make it her business; it would only become her business if she were murdered on her way home.

{ ϟ }— Thinking on her feet, she slid her phone from her jacket pocket and raised it as if it were a white flag. A means of surrender. 

She looked at the other female for a moment. The story seemed plausible enough, although it would have been all too easy to actually keep an eye out as to where she was walking whilst she had been texting.