Sometimes we disagree

Flurry gave Rivin a soft smile and shrugged, she'd worked through her anger about Sid already and ultimately there was only so much of that incident she could carry, but she appreciated the apology nonetheless.  She couldn't even disagree with her assessment about raising hell. And finally, finally after trying to get everyone around her to understand Flurry felt a little vindication. "S'what I keep sayin'." She said, raising the bottle back up to her lips. "But far as I can tell everyone's determined to start wars with everyone. Ain't gonna be no Raiders left at this rate."

There it was, that pleasant haze starting to come over her mind. She'd been drinking for a while now, longer than Rivin and it was finally starting to pay dividends. Rivin's questions about Jack made her frown, wracking her brain for the answer. "I think..." She'd been pretty focused on that older wolf who'd had a stick shoved up her ass. His opponent had been pretty small... distinctive colour and- Well Shit. "Fuck me sideways." She said, brows lifting with sudden realization. "His opponent had been th' little bastard who brought the 'erbs. No wonder he followed us." She hovered a forepaw in front of her, estimating about how tall he'd been. "Tiny guy, suppose Jack mighta been worried e'd break him."

But Rivin was already moving on, offering... To gore..? It took a moment for Flurry's mind to move through the fog of alcohol starting to cloud it. Gore who? Oh! Flurry shook her head, or at least she tried but that made her now slowly being drowned out hang over claw it's way back to the surface. Not good. Unfortunately for her it had brought some of the moment back into focus for Flurry who grimaced at mention of being the next raid queen. The corners of her mouth twitching up as Rivin tripped over herself and turning a bit bitter as she spoke. "Not at the rate I'm goin' I ain't." She took a long sip from the bottle. "If I keep disappointing' my parents by givin' a shit about not havin' to watch those I care about get hurt I don't think I'll get to keep bein' Scion." Honestly some part of her was stunned she'd lasted as long as she had, after that day on the beach when she'd broken down in front of her father he should have stripped it right then and there. That he hadn't was a small miracle.

Maybe she hadn't been a disappointment before, but she was almost certain one day soon she'd be that. Maybe it was a self fulfilling prophecy, maybe she was putting her finger on the scale but much as Flurry didn't want that she also wouldn't stop doing the things that'd lose her the only thing she had in the pack.

"Almost wish I could walk away like you did." Flurry said as she finally sunk back into impairment. "Not bein' banished I jus' mean..." Complex thoughts were harder now. "I jus' mean, I ain't never been that brave. Can't even- Can't even get m'own parents to take me seriously." Not that she'd done anything for them to. She looked sullenly down at her paws. "Y'had a lot more to lose than I do, an y'still stood yer ground. I only got the pack, ye... Ye 'ad Jack." When she said the pack she meant as a concept really, aside from her family she doubted anyone in it gave a single solitary fuck about her, and even then she was pretty damn sure, almost certainly wrongly, they'd not miss her long if she fucked off. If she couldn't stand to watch what she saw as a sure road to disaster she should at least have the balls to leave right? That's the double edged sword of giving a shit, while she still could she'd never turn her back on them. But as the drink continued to move through her the dark thoughts were pushed away for a moment and Flurry gave Rivin the most charming grin she could muster, which was to say: Lopsided and foolish looking. "Y-you looked so fuckin' cool. Jack's pretty fuckin' lucky."

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