Her legs gave a little as she wrapped her arms around her stomach. She started spitting out the taste of him, the tang of his blood wouldn't leave. Before she knew what she was doing, Eva walked back into the Iceberg Lounge and hobbled into the bathroom. Thankfully, it was empty. She couldn't bring herself to look in the mirrors. Eva ran the water in one of the sinks and squeezed some soap into her hands. She had to get the taste of him out, without a second thought she forced the soap into her mouth and proceeded to lather her tongue. Her stomach muscles ached as she fought back the gag reflex. It tasted florally foul, but it was a better alternative to the rusted aftertaste of Joker's saliva and blood. The gag reflex brought on the tears, and it was then Eva looked at her reflection.
Stifling a cry of shock and disgust, Eva found that she couldn't look away from the woman in the mirror. Her cheeks had been dyed a strange metallic lilac from her eye make-up and all her lipstick had been smeared away. Bruises were slowly coming to attention on her cheeks from where he hit her. It was a dingy mix of purple and blue. Her neck told a similar story, though the bruises were far more extensive and they hurt beyond anything and would probably last longer. Eva's hands were probably the worst, they stung like hell as she tried to wash away the blood, saliva and vomit. The guy must have bit her, and she hadn't even noticed.
Her hair fell, string like down her cheeks. Hell, Joker had probably pulled out a good chunk when he beat on her. Everything hurt, her knees had been chewed up by the concrete. Her ab muscles were sore and just barley handle her bending over when she started scrubbing the blood and dirt from her knees. It was then, Eva realized that she had been crying this whole time. She was sure there hadn't been a moment where she wasn't. Suddenly, Eva start laughing "This is insane, this is fucking nuts."
Falling back, she landed on the floor of the bathroom and huddled against the wall. "What the fuck did I do?"
Wrapping her arms around her knees where they crossed, Eva buried her head in the skirt of her dress "I could have stopped it, could've done something."
Resting her forehead in her hands, she sobbed "I fucking tortured another human being… Fuck, fucking, fuck."
She brought the heal of her palms down on her head and furiously started beating "Fuck, fuck, fuck, stupid fucking, fucker!"
Letting her head lay against the wall, she sighed at the cold seeped it "Would have died anyway, would have suffocated….."
Eva's hysterical giggles flooded the bathroom for a good minute "He was right."
She jumped when the sound of a gun seemed to resound off the bathroom walls. It kept going, and going, and going until Eva realized there were no guns now. Only then was the sound overtaken by the screams for mercy. Eva began to rock back and forth, clutching her ears as the sounds tour through her again and again. Like a nightmare soundtrack on repeat The sick fucker in charge of the volume, just kept cranking the shit up until she thought her ears were going to bleed. Everything seemed to shut down when laughter shattered everything, peeling off the walls. Took her a moment to realize, she was the one laughing, crying and then giggling.
Still chuckling, Eva pulled out her cellphone with shaking hands and hailed a taxi with an app. It would be here in 10 minutes. She'd go out the backdoor, tell Marni via text that she drank too much and started into a puking session. Couldn't face her looking like this.