There's No Going Back (Jack ~ Matt & Vy)

For Vy's entire life no one's ever taken care of her. Not that ever she really minds. Brittany just wasn't that type, unless faking it around others. And honestly, Vy couldn't careless. It's made her who she is today. Luckily that didn't affect her ability to care for Brooklyn in a better manner, though it does when it comes to getting close to anyone else. Wounds only mean faults, which never gets the reward of care. But for her to protest with that after all those beers? Lot easier to just stay quiet.

When Matthew adds in an insulting nickname at the end, it hardly crosses Vy. With the shit she's been called in the past, that's nothing. "Sarcastic bitch, yes. LIttle, no." She corrects with a pathetic chuckle and no energy for a grin. "And yes, you're niceness frightens me." Might as well mock in return to his kind nickname for her.

Still he finds the need to correct himself, and that deserves the effort for a small smirk that lasts a few seconds. Never would of guessed for that to happen. "It's cool." Vy shrugs it off like everything else.

Despite all of this, he still comes forth with that wet cloth. Probably fully intending on being a good friend. There's an instinct to pull back, but there's already a door pressed against her back. That's useless. So he manages to clean her up a bit while pressing her to not move, in order to prevent a larger mess. Not ever has she imaged having this sort of friendship. Yet in an odd way, she doesn't mind it. Appreciates it almost, though she'd never admit it verbally or expression-wise.

The most unexpected comment catches Vy off guard. "No, only that i'd never get a guy." Spills from her lips, ending with a grin and yet another shrug. Doesn't bother her, even if she does have a certain Brunette on her mind. She'll never get him, no point in getting invested. "But it is rewarding looking like a champion." She plays it off with that continuing smirk.

"You have a little dirt and blood stains yourself." Vy informs while finally taking in Matthew's face. Closely resembles the time they fought in mud together with all that smug. There's an instinct, and even a flinch, to grab the towel and wipe off his mess. But she resists. Gesturing to his chin instead as if to play it off.

A very good point is made by Matthew, and Vy can't help but chuckle in return. He's very right. The chick that informed her that she'd never get a guy, is the one that's a damn cock-blocker. How she fears even the idea of Jeran meeting Brittany. Though the bigger concern currently should be that the Witch remains in her bed tonight. And with that thought she lets her chuckles fade as she listens to Matt correct the older blonde, or maybe even both the female blondes without realizing it. As if this moment couldn't get stranger, he reassures that she's not unattractive and will even find someone one day.

"It was less insulting calling me a sarcastic bitch." Vy relays the truth in that continuing joking manner. Pretty's just not an adjective to describe her, that's one thing she knows for certain. She stops her gaze from roaming around past Matthew's face, to finally focus on him and his battle wounds. Guess she must look real bad if he's taking the initiative to clean her up first.

Never would of predicted a side like this to be present in Matthew. Certainly a secret kind side, but not nurturing. Least not towards someone like Vy. Should she return the favor? The alcohol won't let her know for sure, and has her only pointing it out for him. "All your teeth intact?" Vy asks out of concern, while he decides to simply finish wiping off her mess instead of his own.

Something is obviously swirling through Matthew's head while he takes a short pause to close his eyes. Maybe the beer is finally kicking in for him? Again Vy's own intoxicated system won't let her consider anything more. All that registers is that her friend may actually need some help cleaning up himself. She takes the moment to sloppily lean over to retrieve another small towel, which she dampens before stumbling back to her place. There's no doubt he doesn't want to wipe his face with the cloth that now has her blood and filth.

The most unexpected, blunt question arises before Vy has a chance to be nice in return. Perhaps it's only unpredictable because she was hoping more then anything Jeran wouldn't be brought up. "What? No." She quickly retaliates with and starts cleaning off his face. There's no resentment behind her touch at least. "I can only stand you boys a little more then chicks." Might as well explain since the beer's taken over. "Brittany's right, I don't care." She shrugs it off like everything else and continues with ridding of mainly dirt from his face.

No matter how drunk Vy is, she'd never be enough to admit anything about Jeran. But hiding the fact in other ways? Well her denial arrives a little too fast, which may be a sign of defensiveness. Or perhaps Matthew's just gathered enough pieces of the puzzle to start making out the picture. "You're observant, you should think about becoming a peacekeeper." She jokes with that spiteful voice, just to make clear of how much she disapproves of this conversation. There's such a desire to press into one of his bruises over this subject, but she resists.

"Nothing's going on." Vy attempts to convince before dropping the topic of Jeran, to express her inability to stand everyone in general. No relationships can form from that.

For some reason Matthew's still convinced something's going on between her and Jeran. Apparently she's just lying to herself, which really isn't true since she's only fibbing to the one in front of her...okay, maybe she's trying to persuade herself as well. What really shocks her though, is the idea that Jeran's ever given her a look. Even more so that Matt was the one to catch this. But he reassures that Brittany will certainly want him, if she doesn't. How that leaves a little sting in Vy's drunken heart.

"I'm sure." She agrees in a monotoned voice, still stumped over the thought Jeran's ever looked at her in a special way. The point of tonight was to get away from all her thoughts, not create them. With Matthew's face as clean as it's going to get without taking an actual shower, she resorts to rinsing the towels out. No need in leaving suspicion for Brittany in the morning; just so that she can come up with one of her crazy stories. If Matt's still here, with their battle wounds and all, that'll be plenty as it is.

There's a thanks and assumption she caused the fight on purpose tonight from Matthew. Now that Vy will claim he's right on. "I told you it was going to happen anyways. It was much funner having you as a teammate then an opponent though." Especially since she would of badly lost if he hadn't been. That they both know, and can keep as the unspoken gratitude. "Some icepacks and a nightcap?" She offers and clenches the wall the entire journey to the kitchen. Damn this knee.

The suggestion that Vy might of broken her knee again has her nose crinkling and eyebrows arching inward with disapproval. How she also extremely hopes that she didn't, and for Matthew's myth that a break never reoccurs in the same place to be true. "Guess I'll find out in the morning." She mutters unconsciously. With the amount of pain she already feels while wasted, she's in no rush to know for sure.

"Well i'm not getting up those stairs without one." Vy explains with a sigh as she pulls out the only two icepacks within the freezer. Might as well continue on the nice train, and she passes one over before retrieving a plastic cup and water for him to. This kindness is to never be expected again, not even while intoxicated One time deal after all that crap.

Stretching on her good leg, she reaches the hidden liquor that Brittany's always stored away here for as long as she can remember. A question over Brooklyn arises while she brings the bottle down. This really would be the worst timing for the toddler to arrive, but unfortunately there's a better chance of Brittany intruding. "In my room." She informs with a stumble to a chair. "She sleeps like a rock though."

Speaking of slumber, that's probably what they're both in need of themselves. Vy takes a couple of small sips from the whiskey while taking in the silence of the household, and sting from the coldness on her throbbing knee. A glance is given Matthew's way, who now has a lot more then just a black eye from Ky's father. Sort of funny how they got to here.

"Sadly I only have the couch to offer you." If Brooklyn wasn't in her room, probably already curled up on the bigger bed instead of her own, it'd be a different case. Without hesitation Vy would take the couch to avoid trekking up those stairs. No amount of trust, or stairs, would have her giving up her spot next to her rugrat. "But don't worry, i'm sure Brooklyn will be waking you up before Brittany." The only good news in all of this is presented with a weak grin.

Shockingly, Matthew doesn't have a problem with a toddler being his wakeup call in the morning. After meeting Brittany, perhaps that isn't too surprising though. Still it has Vy wondering if he now has a new view on the younger population. "Not to be mean, but it wasn't really an offer." She says in a joking manner. Not her fault that the Tyke is as uncontrollable as she is.

"Yup." She answers when he questions & gestures where the living-room is. Please don't have Brittany wakeup early, that'd be a disaster for sure. It's exactly why Vy never allows visitors, let alone for someone to sleep over. There's no going back though, especially with this exhaustion that has kicked in. Disliking the idea of staying up any long, Matthew suggests finally calling it a night. More then a suggestion or offer, since he takes full initiative to support Vy and her wounded knee.

Alright fine. Help up the stairs and a bed does sound perfect. "How kind of you." She replies more or less sarcastically; the drunken kindness just forms the oddest combination. Side by side they clamper up with the steps with only a little clumsiness. To not chuckle at their funny dance would be a shame. "Hey." She hardly protests to being called heavy, with only another short laugh to add in. When it comes to being skinny and pretty like other girls, or having muscles to defend herself with, she'll go with not being the lightest of her gender.

The most peaceful moment of the day presents itself with a sleeping Brooklyn curled up in Vy's bed. Of course she'd sneak from her own toddler bed to go into the large one that should contain her mother. The soft face and light breathing makes up for that though. "You gonna make it downstairs safely?" Vy asks in attempt to break both of their gazes. She can only assume Matthew's stuck on the idea of what his own little one will look like one day, and he probably doesn't need that right before slumber.

"I'll understand if you sneak out in a few hours, before everyone wakes up." One last grin is given his way with this offer. Most likely it won't occur that easily for them, but she might as well put it out there. For either of them to wake up early after tonight, seems sort of impossible.

And to great avail Brooklyn's the first one up. Of course it would of been better if it was Matt or Vy, but again that's an unrealistic task. Compared to Brittany though, Brooklyn's great. A couple of sleepy muttered words come from her mom, and she happily settles with playing downstairs by herself. Or at least that's what she predicted. It comes with great surprise to see someone snoozing on the couch, especially when she recognizes them.

"Mat-ew." She attempts to wake up, with closing the distances and giggling out his name to the best of her ability. "Up! Up!" A subtle shake is given to his arm when he doesn't budge. "Up! Play!"

There's an obvious reason behind why Vy decided to have this sort of night, just how Matthew probably did as well. And for a bit now they've been on that successful track. A few bumps here and there that threatened to bring them back to reality, but nothing has until now. No amount of alcohol can prevent it when he gets a glance at snoozing Brooklyn. Everything rolls back at that moment, and he's again stuck in his current problems. Hopefully the intoxication will knock him out once he gets to the couch, because it's never good for a drunken mind to be consumed by such thoughts.

A few last departing words are given for Vy to be protective and not get wrapped up in the academy as he did. Sort of too late, but she gets his point. "Okay." For once she takes in his advice sincerely. She understands a little more now, even if they haven't been discussing it. With that she closes the door behind her and curls up in bed with the toddler.




"No, play." Brooklyn continues to press, with a shake of Matthew's arm though he hardly budges from her lack of strength. To her it's all a game, and her tone remains giggly and slightly confused over why her cuteness hasn't won him over yet. Everyone should be up by this hour. For some reason her mommy and Matthew haven't gotten that memo.

The tiny head titles to the side with confusion. First she's told to go away. Then instead of caving in to play, he wants her go over there. An arm scoops her up to bring her on the couch, and like everything else she's chuckling up a storm. "No seep." She protests to the idea with an adorable voice. "Wake up, silly." Tiny fingers go to physically open his eyes with a gentle touch.

The large blanket provides the absolute toy and she buries her petite in it's grasp. "Peak-a-boo Mat-ew!" Brooklyn giggles even harder then before at the fact that she pulled out a rhyme unconsciously.

((OOC: Friend showed up so i'ma stop it here. Let me know if I should add more))