I passed the phone to Angel. He was on it for the next hour and twenty minutes. Must be sparing with our cell phone minutes for the rest of the month; those weren't nights and weekends minutes. He talked some but listened more. Anyone who knows Angel knows that it's almost impossible to dislike him. There's something about him that inspires trust and confidence. And wonder of wonders, it seemed eventually to work on Quin's parents. We're going to be all right.
RP went pretty well; everyone seemed to be part of a plot tonight to get tipsy to drunk. Me, I had two small glasses of cherry brandy and decided that water and sudafed were better for my cough. And then threw monsters at them until we were all tired of battle. It was entertaining, happily so. Especially once they figured out they could take them.
Now sitting up, killing the time until sometime between 6 and 7 AM when Zia and company are planning to arrive. Lily's not feeling well, there's the usual banter to see if anyone'll wind up naked. Me, for once, I'm wielding my self-promoted self-control and mostly staying out of it. Mostly because I have a vested interest in staying out of it: my self-respect.
And that's enough about me for now; it's very late and I've been up for a very long time. I'm sober, yes. Quite sober, which is what keeps me from devolving into introspective ramblings that reveal far too much about the complicated situation I find myself in.
Drinking water like a fiend to maintain my ability to breathe. Seeking out a therapeutic dose of sudafed. Watching Wing Commander and Lily eating crackers. I think, maybe, I need to take a nap.