Who knows how long she goes before she burns away.

[heartyourmetalwolf]

1] (post Resnick's death)
At the base of the wreck that had been the Prowler, Resnick's Timber Wolf, several empty bottles of vodka rolled about, beside several full ones and puddle of the noxious smelling liquor beside them. In the open cockpit, Adette had slumped down behind the useless controls, a bottle between her lips like a hungry infant. Every now and then she dumped a bit out on the ground, and cried again, completely uncaring of whom might be around. She had no shame in her mourning, and thought is was often quiet inside the cockpit now and then great painful cries would rise out of the timber wolf.
"You asshole. You fucking prices of shit. You weren't supposed to leave like this..."



2] (later that night)
Drunk beyond belief, Adette managed to slip out of the cockpit and onto the cold hanger floor only by discarding her heels all together. She stumbled from mecha to mecha across the hanger, leaning on whatever she could to keep herself up right. Her hair was a mess, and her face tried and red, the world spun around her, but she refused to be felled by it.