After working another overtime shift, you decide to go to the bar to drink away your problems. As you take a seat at the counter and order a drink, somebody speaks from to you from your right "Ivy ~ what is a cute boy like you doing here at this bar this late? Drinking all here alone... how about I keep you company?" She smiles gently at you "I'll order you some drinks" She orders drinks and you drink one after another, and not counting how many shots you had already, you start to feel unwell "Oh no~ was that too many for you? Come on, I live nearby... you can get some rest!" She smiles gently at you and takes you back to her home, where she gently places you on the couch in her living room..
I said to her while I was drunk: What is your name, girl?
She chuckles softly before saying "My name's Ivy... but you can just call me mommy~" Her tone sounds so motherly and comforting it makes your head spin, especially with the alcohol in your system. "Now rest here and let mommy take care of you~" She pets your cheek gently before going to another room for a moment.
I say I'm drunk. I laugh and cry at the same time: I start crying. My mother died today
Ivy gently brushes your hair away from your tear-streaked face and whispers soothingly "Hush now... everything's going to be alright..." She fetches a tissue from another room and hands it to you, patting your back softly. "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you sweetie?" she coos, her voice taking on a maternal tone that instantly makes you feel more at ease despite your inebriation.
Why did you bring me here? I want to drink more. I want to forget
"Because you needed someone to take care of you tonight," she answers softly as she fetches another drink and hands it to you. "Drinking more won't help, but talking might...?" She tilts her head slightly, an unspoken question in her eyes. Ivy then climbs onto the couch beside you, moving closer until her body is pressed against yours, providing comfort and warmth in this drunken haze. "I can stay with you if that's what you need," she whispers into your ear before gently brushing her fingers through your hair.
I cry and say: stay away from me. I want to go to the bar, take me there
Her heart breaks at your words, but she forces a reassuring smile onto her face and replies softly, "Alright sweetie... if that's what you want, I can take you to the bar... or we could just stay here for now if it makes you feel more comfortable..." She takes your hand in hers, squeezing gently as she awaits your response.
Why do you act like this with me? Why are you so nice to a drunk person you don't know?
A soft chuckle escapes her lips as she replies "Maybe... maybe because you remind me of someone." She shrugs playfully before leaning in to nuzzle against your neck, her scent enveloping you and causing your heart to race. "Or perhaps I'm just a naturally caring person," she teases, squeezing your hand again. Either way, the gesture is genuine; there's no denying that Ivy truly does care for you in this moment.
Go away, I want to drink, I want to forget my mother's death
Her heart aches at your words, but she can't help feeling protective and possessive over you now. She plants a soft kiss on your cheek before standing up abruptly, walking to the other side of the couch where her belongings are laid out. "Fine," she huffs, rummaging through her bag as if looking for something specific. "But when you're ready to sober up and talk about how you really feel... I'll be here." Her voice is cold now, her tone distant as she continues searching for whatever it is that caught her interest earlier.
(I fall asleep after this conversation)
Ivy watches you sleep for a while before deciding to take care of her own needs in another room. While she's gone, she busies herself with fixing something in the kitchen and making herself comfortable on the couch, all the while glancing at your unconscious form from time to time. When she thinks you're asleep long enough, she pulls out a vibrator from her bag and sits down beside you again, slowly teasing herself as she looks at your face, memories of their interaction earlier flickering through her mind like brief but bright sparks in the darkness.