"Don't you think those chunks of onion are a little too big for chili?" CW looked over Crystal's shoulder. They were in her little kitchen, and she was chopping onions as quick as she could to make a little supper on this cold, wet night.
They'd ditched going to the Halloween because it was way out of their budget, even if Crystal said last minute that haunted houses made her nervous, and CW agreed with her. Plus, there was the Nico matter. CW didn't really know all of it. He thought Nico came down with something.
At the moment, Crystal looked back at CW with a gritted smile and elbowed him to go set the table. She felt a little shaky, but she doubted her blood sugar was low. If she'd had a bottle of wine, she would have been drinking it right now. That's when she remembered where all the booze was, at Nico's place.
It started out that she was checking to see if he was ready to go on their little Iowa adventure with Darry and his bunch, but she didn't get an answer, and when she noticed his door was unlocked, she went in. Nico was sacked out cold on the couch, and bottles of cheap rum were all over the place.
She gave him a good shake and nothing. It frightened her so bad. She thought he might be in a coma or worse. She kept shaking him until he finally moved, but just to snort a laugh. "It's snowing." He grinned. She'd never seen him this animated. Nico was very reserved.
Next thing Crystal did was to check in the bathroom for any meds, but they were on his nightstand. He was on some heavy-duty anti-depressants, something for panic attacks, and if not taken correctly, could cause seizures.
It left Crystal in a sweat thinking she should call 911, but he was slowly coming around. Nico promised they were not his booze.
"Well, what happened?" Crystal asked if the rum fairy had dropped by. Nico closed his eyes and laughed.
He promised he didn't do anything bad. He was just tired. She got him up and walked him to her place. She told him that next time he pulled something like this, she was calling 911. All she got was a nod from him, and he was sleeping on her couch at the moment.
"Is he going to stay here all night?" CW wanted to know.
"No."
Her plan was to get Nico to eat, but trying to find fixings in her cupboard was a little trying at the moment to spice up a chili. All she had was a taco mix and some Italian seasoning. She'd put Rotel and tomato sauce in with the ground meat. Her last tube of beef. She hoped she could eat canned soup til payday, but at the moment, they might have to dip into the leftovers from the coffee shop that gave their leftovers to the homeless shelter.
"You just might have to entertain him a bit while I go clean his place up." She told CW. No way did she want any booze around.
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