Knife to the eye

Flurry hadn't known if the raid she was supposed to lead was even on the table anymore and quite frankly she wasn't sure if she cared or not. Her father's assurance she wasn't a nuisance didn't mean she wasn't still making herself practically useless. She wasn't sober much anymore. And she certainly wasn't when she swaggered her way to the raid meeting. She'd had the forethought to not bring her drink but she was beyond caring if she showed up and anyone wasn't happy with her state. Fuck them and fuck everything else, if she was going to be punished for caring (or at least that's how she saw it) she'd just drink herself into not caring about anything anymore.

Flurry didn't bother to try and offer her sister any niceties, she didn't have any quarrel with Deluge but frankly she just assumed at this point no one actually respected her and she wasn't sure she could handle finding out that was true. She flung herself down onto the ground near the back of the group, not looking at anyone or anything and frankly hoping no one would bother her at all. Not that she expected them to anyways.