cannibal; kendall roy

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"She looks like she's going to throw up" Marcia muttered to Logan as Kendall and Marguerite had found their way into the helicopter, "I don't want to smell vomit" the stark and cold woman added "Not right now."

Logan in turn had wrinkled his nose and looked over at the pair as they stepped into the helicopter a few hundred feet away from their own, watching Marguerite stumble over her feet a little, and Kendall lifting her up into the helicopter.

"Well, good thing we're over here then." Logan answers, pushing his sunglasses up and looking away "She's a drunk, Marcia. What do you expect?"

"Then why let her be with your son?" She purses her lips a little "He should just repair his marriage like the rest of the world. No?"

"Sometimes, you throw dogs a bone to keep them on track. Marguerite is a big, stuffed turkey leg" Logan laughs a little "Kendall is a fuckin' teapot. Make him hot and he'll sing."

"But don't you worry? She could easily make us look like a fool."

He rolls his eyes "A harmless liberal drunk could do us no harm. She is probably reminiscent of their own brats. Cutesy even."

And the rest of their ride was seemingly silent, unlike the helicopter that Kendall and Marguerite were in, in which she threw up, out and into upper Manhattan, causing a few freaked out faces from Tabitha and Roman.

And for Kendall to wonder what the fuck was going on.
He couldn't tell if she had been bluffing earlier, or if she actually had alcohol poisoning.

"Jesus Barbie doll, what did you chow down on? Kendall's dick?" Roman asks, brushing himself off as they step out of the helicopter

"Knock it off, Rome." Kendall says harshly, helping Marguerite out of the car and watching her buckle over to throw up again.

"The fuck?" Shiv calls out "Lou, Jesus...What did you do?"

"Every drug on the surface, and Kendall." Roman quips, crossing his arms.

Kendall bends over, seeing that she is done, and helps her up, looking at her face, which seems to just be pale, no longer fussy with green "Lou?" He asks "What the fuck? Do you need a uh Doctor?"

"Clearly she needs a Doctor, she just threw up, like what? Five times?"

"Yeah, and it probably landed on someone's head" Roman says grimacing

"Lou, do you want?" He quiets down, after making eye contact with his father and then whispers "Do you want to go? I can go get you a doctor. I don't want you sick."

"No. It's from the helicopter. I don't really do those. Trust me."

He raises an eyebrow at her "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I felt fine before."

"Are you sure?" He asks again, repeating himself, his eyes looking down at the ground, and at her shoes, frowning a little "Why did you uh, wear those?"

"They're heels, Kendall. 2003 Prada. Very nice, quality and collectible."

"They look like you killed a snake"

"They're just platforms."

He squints at her and then sighs "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine. Kendall, I swear I'm fine."

"Good, then uh, let's go join the fuckin' walk. Right?" He chuckles nervously, wrapping an arm around her waist as they join the parade of Roy and co, walking over to meet the Pierce family.