Sniffles n' Rain [Rita Solo/Open?]

Drinking brings out one's inner thoughts, eh?

Who can't drink to that!

Let's have a sip and lose ourselves.

The dazzling lights of the infinite city skyline of Karakura Central was a beautiful sight to behold in the cold cover of night. Standing atop one of many luxury hotels in the city, the likes of Rita Grace glanced down at the active city life before her. Curled on a white cube sofa, she sniffled and had a small sip of her whiskey and rum. It was a cold fall's night in the city, so she turned up the heat and wrapped herself in a blanket as the sounds of a romantic movie played on the TV next to her window view of the metropolis.

It seemed as if she were just lost in thought as a quiet sigh left the woman's gloomy mouth. So many things were on her mind as the encounters of Kenichi, Kegare, Vanyel, and Lukas ran through her mind. Things were beginning to feel jumbled up as far as her ventures on this planet were concerned.

Sip, sip, sip.

More of the hard alcohol started to flow through her veins, and a sense of looseness hit the woman's thoughts.

Parts of herself wanted to become something great, while others wanted to rest, relax and stay traveling the world to find more people to enjoy her time with. The feelings the woman received from helping the likes of Lukas find the depths of his Quincy power were great. Following that with her descent into assisting Vanyel to find his humanity gave the woman purpose and a reason to fight. To be able to save those with her power, even if it does benefit her selfish desires, made her happy.

Yet, the encounter with Kegare made her question whether that was what she wanted. To lose herself in the arms of another, even if the other party didn't desire it, felt nice for the brief amount of time those butterfly-like feelings existed in her.

The woman had another drink after another audible sniffle left her nose as if she were beginning to tear up. At this point, everything felt at ease. However, that feeling of drunkness turned the woman's face red as she continued to gaze at the now rainy evening weather. Drenching the city's citizens in its glum, it was a welcome sight for Rita as she felt her own heart falling into a sense of unknown.

She knew she wanted to keep growing stronger, gaining resources, and becoming someone of note to the world, but to what end? What was her end goal here? To stroke her ego? To be of service to humanity? To amass infinite money? It was hard to tell, but she wanted to feel something. The feeling of being needed meant a lot to Rita as she thought of her workers, even Kenichi; it made her happy; the boy wanted to help her immensely. She'd even consider him a good friend.

Kenichi that man seemed full of life, vigor, and optimism that Rita herself wished she had. To make the most out of his life and be content with less must be excellent. Venturing this world without a care in the world: was the reason she was attracted to Kegare?

Ugh.

More drinks were needed for that thought.

Guzzling down another glass of whiskey n' coke, Rita curled up and rolled over as she hugged a body pillow on her lounge chair. Feeling its warmth and softness made her ponder if she just wanted a man or woman to love her. Her own sexuality felt blurred, but she just wanted to feel....love? Was that what she was after? Hard to tell since she failed so hard with Kegare and made a complete fool of herself

As Rita tightened the grip on her pillow, those uncomfortable feelings returned as the woman shook her head and sniffled to herself. She should have it together; she IS her boss, yet why is Rita so......weak?

That thought pained her as she thought she was something more than she was at the moment, but at the moment, she just felt like a lost girl in a big, scary unknown universe. And what's even more uncertain is what her own inner world even desires. The road to acquiring these riches was simple, yet the road after is so much harder.

"Why is everything so....lonely?"

After glancing at the TV and seeing a scene of a couple cuddling on the couch, Rita's face was misty-eyed for a moment before she wiped away her tears. Envy? Desire? Loneliness? Just what was this feeling?

Taking a long sigh, the woman rolled n her back and just gazed at the ceiling before saying aloud:

"Rita Grace, get a grip on yourself. You are better than this."

In those slurred words, the woman turned off the TV, rolled on her side, and hugged her pillow. Too many thoughts, too drunk; she just wanted....rest. But, for now, that imaginary love is what she could use to cope until the real thing could find its way, perhaps, into her life.