[CLOSED] still holding on.

[harper reese lebeau]

Harper walked in, her coat drawn close around her. She had seen the way the girl had stumbled into the club, and grew worried about her. She looked around, not used to being around so many people. It wasn't as big as the club the girl had stumbled into, but it was still big compared to Harper's kitchen.

She sat down on one of the stools, folding her hands in her lap. She looked out the window, hoping she didn't draw anyone to her. And if the girl happened to walk past, she could always walk out quickly and see if she was okay. She caught the eye of one of the waiters -or bartenders, she couldn't tell- and quickly looked away, her blue eyes wandering back to the window.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez looked up as someone sat down at the bar, sliding a meal one of the cooks had given him towards a waitress, watching her take it out to one of the tables.

He didn't know how old she was, since she was sitting there, but she was sitting at the bar. "Anything to drink? I can start a tab for you."

He cleared his throat, the person two seats over calling an order. Sean. He smiled his way. "Hold your horses, Sean." The other guy stuck out his tongue sarcastically, laughed.

[harper reese lebeau]

"No, thanks." She mumbled, wrapping her arms righter around herself. She chewed on her lip, crossing her legs. 'If he's so busy, why come talk to me?' She thought bitterly, wiping angrily at an eye. She didn't care, her makeup was probably ruined from bending over cakes for ungrateful people. She tapped her fingers on her leg, listening to the people behind her.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez nodded, smiling faintly. He could tell by her eyes what she was, but being such good friends with Sean, he had learned to focus on natural attraction, not what was forced upon him. He slid Sean's drink to him, helping a few others. He glanced at his watch, pausing to reach for his medication.

Images flashed through his head, downing a bottle of pills, meant to prevent seizures. He felt like he was itching for alcohol.

His hand froze. Not all images brought on seizures. Sometimes he didn't have them for days. He backed up, back meeting the bar.

"Trez?" Sean murmured. "Trez come on, let's head to the back room..." He told one of the waitresses to take charge, helping Trez around the counter.

"Sean.." He mumbled, hands starting to shake.

[harper reese lebeau]

Harper watched the boy stumble back and was going to get up and help him when she started scolding herself again. 'You're no doctor! He has a friend to help him! Stop pretending like he would care!' She looked away and saw the girl from earlier. She slid out of her seat, walling out and over to the girl. She lead her back inside to a table, checking to see if she was alright. She smiled over at the girl, who was looking around.

"Trez said he had to work.." She mumbled, not loud enough for Harper to hear.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez was stumbling moments later. Sean caught him on the way down, lying him carefully on the floor as he watched him lick at his lips, swallowing, eyes flicking. He tensed and eased with no control. It was only a partial though, nothing too bad compared to what it might have been.

But Trez made a sound and arched suddenly, heels digging against the carpet, gasping softly for breath.

He heard the door close, but recognized nothing going on as Sean left to get water and a rag.

[harper reese lebeau]

"I don't feel good.." Bee cried, laying her head down on the table. It scared Harper, the way she was shaking. She moved across the table, wrapping her arms around the girl as she stroked her hair.

"It's okay, sweetie.. You're okay now. Just take a few deep breaths, okay?" She played with the girl's hair until her breathing slowed, an she slowly fell asleep. She just ran her fingers through the dyed strands, trying to keep the girl comfortable. She looked like she had been beaten. 'Poor girl..' She thought.

[trez matthew steele]

Sean nearly ran into the two, frowning some at the only slightly familiar face of the sleeping girl. He snatched a rag and water, slinking away and back towards the back room.

Trez had gone into a full seizure at that point. They had become more common after passing his teenage years, but two in a day was pretty damn scary. Vaguely he was aware of Sean supporting his head, the rag carefully tucked in his mouth so he wouldn't bite his tongue.

[harper reese lebeau]

Bee sat up, rubbing her eyes. She looked around, bothered by the fact she couldn't find Trez. She slipped out of the booth, pulling on the girl's hand to follow her. She asked one of the workers where he was, then wandered off into the back room.

"Is he okay?" Bee asked Sean, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Harper just stood there, looking down at her boots. She felt like she was imposing, like she shouldn't be here. But the girl had pulled her back here, and she didn't have the heart to tell her no. She was obviously troubled over the boy.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez was curled up on the staff couch, head in Sean's lap. He was playing with the rag with a faintly trembling hand, finally closed his eyes as the door opened. "I'm fine..." He mumbled, eyes opening gradually to gaze at them.

He smiled tiredly.
"I'll replace you.." Sean murmured, recieved a friwn in response. "You don't even work h-..." But Sean had already slid from beneath him and headed out the door.

"Dumbass.." He mumbled, reaching for his medication by the couch. Thanks to the damned seizure, his time for his night dose was off.