A/N: This chapter contains the alcohol and drunk usage and mixing along with a fairly toxic argument. Just so you're warned ahead of time! As promised- this is all flashback and what's she telling Jade, but in real time.
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The world was a familiar blur to Tori Vega- famous pop star. She didn't so much stumble as she vaguely…giraffe walked- like her legs were too large for her body. The euphoric feeling that came over her had brought a smile to her features and had no likelihood of disappearing anytime soon. Truth be told, she wasn't sure what she had, just that she had received it from one of her…friends backstage. The word friend doing a lot of heavy lifting in that thought. They were a person who hung around Tori a lot, gave them things- drugs mostly, pills- but Tori wasn't overly fond of them when she was sober.

When she was sober. How often was that now? It was when she woke up (for the most part) and when she performed (as ordered by her managers.) Otherwise she was always tracking down something. Thus why this 'friend' was always around. Them and their little group. But they made for easy gets and didn't bother Tori as much as some others did. Especially when they wanted something from her.
She tried to walk as best as her body would allow towards her tour bus. She had been outside and had barely registered the looks of some randos. Maybe one was her security guard, who cared? She was Tori Vega and she was feelinggood.

To the door and then slumped a little against it, a breathless laugh hitting a moment later. Oh, she could see her breath. Apparently it was cold outside. Maybe the sweat from the show would freeze to her body. That was an interesting, flickering thought that brought out another laugh. "Sweat freeze. Freeeeeeeze," She drug out the world, her words barely audible over the roaring crowds slowly exiting the arena she had just performed at. Two encores and plenty of signed merch for VIPs later, Tori was on Tori time.

Not that that stopped some of her fans. She could hear them chanting for her outside one of the nearby fences surrounding the outside backstage area. She couldn't blame them. Even at her most intoxicated states, she enjoyed being around her fans. They had appreciation for her and didn't make her feel like she was neglecting anyone just by doing her job. With that said, Tori also enjoyed her time alone and that's what was happening right now. Alone time. On her bus, sprawled out on the couch until one of those other people offered her something else or the driver hopped on and drove them away.

No one else was really supposed to be allowed on her bus without her permission other than the driver.

She tried to open it, but her fingers couldn't get a grip on the handle. "Damn…it," She whispered, still unable to fully hear her own voice. Maybe she needed new inner ear monitors- to drown out more of the crowd. But that would lose the joy of performing live- hearing all of her adoring, screaming fans. There were a few more minutes of awkwardly trying to open the door before a large hand came from the side of her warped vision to help her.

"Need some help Ms. Vega?" Came a…somewhat familiar voice. She had definitely heard it before. But eh.

"Love it! Thank you, hand," Tori muttered with a smile aimed at the arm attached to said hand. The door opened up fully and she all but sprinted up the steps with a laugh. It felt very easy to laugh. Like everything was lifted. "Lock the door behind me, Mr. Hand."

"Yes, Ms. Vega."

Tori stumbled around her tour bus. It was organized, large- with couches, two tables, cabinets and a fridge and numerous other amenities. She turned herself around looking for…anything. But it was all empty motion. She knew where she'd end up. Kicking off her heels, she tore off the 'shirt' she wore on stage (it barely had enough material to be considered such a thing, to be honest). The dark haired pop star stumbled into the closet right in front of her 'bedroom' in the furthest back point of the bus.

"Need…shirt," Came the eloquent, drawn out words as Tori wrestled with the closet door. This one came open easier than the front door. "Won this time without your help, hand." She pulled a random, enormous, comfortable t-shirt out of there and threw it on over her torso. The leather pants were still on- she'd change out of them later. This was from experience- she knew not to try and hope out of pants or into pants while in this state.

She flopped down onto her bed and turned herself around into a mound of pillows and blankets and sheets. The fringes of cold were starting to get to her skin now and she shivered until she had managed to cover her entire body in various blankets. In the dark, she breathed deeply and tried to steady herself as best as she could to functionally sleep.

Darkness came quickly.

"Tori? Hey. Tori?" A soft hand shook her exposed shoulder- the large t-shirt having slid down her thin frame.

Tori moaned. Her head pounded and she felt sick to her stomach. "Leave…whatever you have on the bedside," She muttered and dug her closed eyes further into the pillows. Someone had turned on the lights.

"Tori." The words were a little more direct and for the second time since stumbling outside, she recognized a voice. But this one was distinctly more feminine.

"That's me," Tori dragged out her words and buried deeper into the pillow. God, she felt disgustingly sick.

"I brought you some water. Sit up. Let me give it to you."

"No. Leave me alone. Sleep best."

"Tori. Come on. Get up. It's not good for you to be dehydrated, especially after a concert."

Tori groaned loudly. "Leave…me alone. Fuck off. Leave your magic water on the table. I'll drink it."

"You need to drink it now. It'll help. I didn't come all the way out here to just leave water by my sister's bedside-"

"No one asked for you to come fucking out here!" The words of the other were cut off by Tori's rage and immediate spitting words. She had flung her body up and in the direction of the voice. It was in the moment when her eyes adjusted to the light (but still squinted in sharp rage) that she realized what exactly Trina had said and that it was even Trina in her room. "Trina…? Wha-...What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help my sister," Tori's eyes had adjusted slowly, but she could see her sibling perfectly now. Her dark hair was up, she was in a large, winter style coat- although it was certainly fashionable. It had fur along the hood, the actual color a lighter blue. Her makeup matched the coat as did her nails, as one of her hands were extended out holding a bottle of water.

"You came all the way to where I'm playing…to give me water?" Tori raised an eyebrow.

"No. Tori- I was backstage. I tried to say hello to you like six times, but each time your security kept trying to stop me-" Trina was once again cut off as Tori took the bottle from her sister and uncapped it. It was room temperature. Tori opened it up and took a few gulps, instantly feeling her stomach calm itself.

"I would have seen you," Tori assured her.

"Apparently not," Trina crossed her arms over her chest.

"Trina. Come on. I recognized you immediately here. I would have seen you-" It was Tori's turn to be cut off as Trina held up a finger, in a 'give me a second' pose. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and quickly tapped the screen then scrolled once. She turned around the phone and showed it to Tori. Sure enough, in the picture, it was Tori in the outfit she had half changed out of earlier. "Oh."

"Oh," Trina fired back and put her phone away. "I brought you the water because I saw you mix stuff with alcohol."

"Trina," Tori sighed and closed her eyes. As her stomach calmed, the pain in her head spiked higher. She could feel her patience tied up in that feeling. The more it hurt, the more annoyed she was getting with her sister. "Look. I'm sorry I was dealing with being, you know, a pop star that people came to see in a stadium-"

"Oh, stop," Trina's tone was cutting, "We're in Los Angeles. Where you used to live. Where all your friends live- your parents and I still live. And yet you didn't message any of us. Calls? Nothing. You know how embarrassing everything was that I went through tonight?"

"I…truly do not care what you went through tonight," Tori opened up her eyes and gave an immediate shrug. "This is my life. I'm working."

"You're working. Yeah. No one is telling you to stop working. But I'm sure mom or dad would have loved to get an invite-"

"You're here, aren't you? Just have them say the same thing as you-"

"I bought a ticket, Tori!" Trina pointed at her chest and then unzipped her jacket. Sure enough, there was a backstage pass. "Came to see my sister because I'm proud of her- I don't mind spending money, even if I really don't think anyone in the family should have to. And she just ignores me. Thank God, Mom and Dad didn't come."

"Why the hell would Mom and Dad come? So they can fight more?" She tried to focus on something other than the pain and the fact that Trina bought a ticket. There was a small feeling of guilt that was quickly squashed by confusion at this situation and the pain pounding in her head that the yelling certainly wasn't helping.

"So they can see their daughter be successful!"

"Because their other one isn't!"

Trina's eyes widened slightly and then narrowed. "Fuck off, Tori."

"I've been trying to get you to fuck off for this entire conversation!" Tori didn't relax, she had sat up further now and was pointing at Trina. Her follow-up was stopped as the front door was opened. A large man in a black shirt and black winter jacket with the word security on the front stepped up and poked his upper body over the stairs on the bus.

"Everything okay, Ms. Vega?" Came the same voice that had opened the door for her earlier. She couldn't recall his name immediately.

"Ye-" A pause. "Wait. Didn't I tell you to lock the door?" She turned to Trina and raised her voice again, "Did you break into my bus?!"
"No! He let me in! Because I could prove that I was your sister and trying to help-"

"You what?" Tori spun around and clamored off her bed. There was no hesitation in the fury aimed at her security guard. She couldn't even remember his name. It would be like yelling at a wall. She tripped over her own shirt and went tumbling down onto the ground. Quickly, the nameless security guard reached to help her off the ground. "Get out of my way, asshole," Despite her words, Tori still used the man for leverage to pick herself up and away from him.

"You should find a new job tomorrow, because this one won't be here for you when you wake up. When I told you to lock my door, it was for a reason. You let my psychopath of a sister in because…because she just happened to be related to me?" Tori spat and the security's face quickly changed. It had gone from concern aimed at her to shock and hurt.

"Ms…Ms. Vega. I was just trying to make sure you were okay-"

"I will decide if I'm okay without your or her's or anyone's fucking help!" Tori yelled into the pain in her head, covering up the infinitesimal guilt she had for Trina currently.

The security guard's mouth opened and closed, seeming to try and find the words to reply.

"You have nothing to say. Get out of my trailer before I call my actual security," Tori threw her hand over the space between them to point at the stairs leading down and out of the tour bus.

There was a moment of hesitation that Tori was sure she had seen the ghost of a tear in the man's eyes before he breathed deeply and spun around and then out of the bus. Tori watched as long as she could, grappling and holding onto the deep anger that she had. It would be a weapon against Trina and she needed all the ammunition she could get. She was Tori Vega. She wasn't going to be spoken to like this. She knew what was best for her. The fringes of intoxication still flickered on her psyche, but she could think clearly enough.

"That was real nice, Tori," Came Trina's voice and it only served to add to Tori's stockpile of weaponized rage.

"Fuck off, Trina," Tori turned around and walked a step closer.

"I'm really glad I couldn't convince Mom or Dad to come and see-"

"Mom and Dad are divorced, you fucking idiot. They didn't come because they didn't want the chance at seeing each other. Or seeing us in the same place. They don't need the reminder!"

"They'll be want to be supportive of their daughter-"

"Because their other daughter is a fucking loser-"

"Just because your sister isn't some world famous-"

"You're not my real sister!" The two of them had been exchanging cutting each other off but those words had drawn the exact reaction Tori had been hoping for. An expression of pure stupor and surprise. "A mistake. You were a fucking a mistake. Look at you. Talentless hack. How you ever got into Hollywood Arts will remain a mystery for the ages. Stonehenge. Bermuda Triangle. Fucking Trina Vega getting into Hollywood Arts. What are you even doing now?! Besides bringing your famous, much more successful sister a bottle of water?"

Trina stood in silence. Tori's breaths were deep and panting. The yelling had only served to worsen the pain in her head. But it was an outlet. Years of frustration at her sister exploding out of her in that brief moment. There had been build-up with each snide comment from her in her youth and each message checking in on her in her adult life.

Jealousy. She was just jealous.

As tears began to form in Trina's eyes, she opened her mouth to speak again, "Mom…Mom and Dad-"

"Mom cheated on Dad. You were the fucking result!" Tori had seized the words from her sister and wrestled the worst possible outcome from them. Weapons. Every bit of it were weapons. "Probably the real reason you're absolutely useless."

That was it. The word useless had done it. That had broken the dam that had been holding back most of Trina's emotions. Her face morphed into one of pure pain as tears fell in a torrent. And in a sick moment of pleasure, Tori smiled. She could feel elation, elevated by the last of the drugs of alcohol in her system. Joy in striking the nerve she had been aiming for. No longer would useless Trina bother her.

Trina paused, trying to cup and push away the tears, but to no avail and then quickly pushed past Tori. Tori barely moved, giving her sister just enough room to really squeeze past her. In that, Trina's hands just pushed and tried to move past. Tori watched as she just grabbed at the counters and cupboards and then eventually the handle of the microwave that was pushing into her shoulder. Her sister yanked and pushed, sliding the microwave down the counter. It became unplugged and the cord lay flung onto the floor.

"Trina- don't break my st-"

"Shutup!"There was a sharp, shrill texture in Trina's reply. She shook her head and ran towards the door. Her feet too snagged the shirt that Tori left, causing her to stumble. It was a mix of limbs from Trina as she struggled to pull it off, accidentally wrapping the cord of the microwave and tugging it with her. Tori ran to grab the microwave, struggling to keep it from going flying as Trina kicked and shoved the two objects off her feet.

"Let me go!" Trina screamed loudly, tugging the cord as she came down the steps. Tori wasn't expecting the sheer force with which she pulled and came off. At the same time, the microwave was tugged further down the counter, towards the window and then out the window in one fell pull.

Tori went sprawling and could only watch in a vague angry, intoxicated, confused stupor as her sister booked it away from her bus.

The pop star slowly pulled herself up and looked around at the scene. Shattered glass laid on the ground in and out of the bus and though she couldn't see the microwave outside, she was sure it was definitely broken. Through the broken window, she could see more security guards jogging over to her tour bus. The bed was a mess from when she was sleeping, her shirt still on the ground, along with the bottle of water. Some of the cabinets had been pushed in slightly, cracking the wood more as Trina had struggled to get out. The whole area looked like a drunken bender of rage and ecstasy.

"Fuck."