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Tweak says, "Ni!"

omearac (omearac) wrote in darkestdays,
@ 2009-11-07 01:38:00

WHO: Conor and Rory
WHEN: Saturday Morning
WHERE: Home
WHAT: Hangover time
RATING: TBD

The mug of coffee he held was steaming as Conor ascended the large staircase that was the focal point of the O'Meara family home. The other hand balanced a tray with toast and alka seltzer, or rather a glass of water and the little magic pills which would always do their job as far as Conor was concerned no matter the medical advances, some things already did their job. He didn't like that he was carrying these items up the stairs. Not to the room of his sixteen year old brother. Conor knew he had done his fair share of miscreant youth behavior but this was different.

Not entirely unexpected but not good either.

Conor knew he wasn't making things any easier on Rory, not with Patrick's death. Who the fuck knew how he would have dealt with it when he was sixteen. He wished Rory didn't have to know but he did and no amount of wishing otherwise would change that. That said, Conor didn't know how he was supposed to be handling this situation. Was there a correct way? Well there was probably a better way then what he had been doing which was complete and total crap if Rory's actions said anything about it. So maybe he was going to try? To stop being a dick of an older brother, to stop being some authoritative figure and to just... be understanding. He was capable of it. In theory.

After taking a sip, Conor set his cup of coffee next to the mug he had for Rory and gave his brother's door a short rap of his knuckles before turning the handle.

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romeara
2009-11-08 05:27 pm UTC (link)

As far as Rory was concerned, things had been complete and utter shit lately. He was reminded of that as a particularly strong pounding decided to wake him up from the pained half-daze he’d been in for the last hour. Wonderful. He was still on a floor it seemed, though this one had carpet and was not near the toilet, which may or may not have been a good thing as far as he could think, and he’d managed to pull his comforter down atop himself. Really it was probably impressive he’d even managed to stumble back to his room at any point in the night given how much he’d had to drink. Someone give him a fucking award!

Or stop the pounding. Whichever.

And Rory found as he pulled the blankets over his head that he was, for the moment, literally unable to give any sort of response other than a pained, “Stop.” Which coincided, apparently, with door pounding. Which meant someone was coming in, and Christ if it was his mother she’d lay into him right then. Which would be great really because he definitely would love to have not only a headache but a long monologue about responsibility and immaturity and ‘If your father could see ya now’ right then.

Because clearly talking about his father was exactly what he wanted that week. Sean F. had found out exactly how much Rory did not even want to hear his father mentioned at school. And it hadn’t even been the other boy’s fault really. Hell, Rory liked the other kid a lot; he’d been part of his inspiration for his forged ID name. But Sean had slipped up and by the time he’d realized his mistake and started apologizing Rory’s fist was connecting to his face. Totally epic bloody nose. Rory needed an award for that too. Also probably to apologize to Sean when next he saw him.

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omearac
2009-11-09 06:24 am UTC (link)

Ignoring it or packaging it all away didn't solve the problem. Conor was just as guilty. Throwing himself into work every waking hour possible. Busy kept him from missing Patrick but was a constant reminder just the same. Conor wasn't Patrick, he didn't want to be Patrick but sometimes he wished he was. Like here and now. This was what he was raised for but damn if it wasn't harder then he could have ever imagined. Harder then seemed possible sometimes.

Like now.

At the sound of Rory's voice he knew the kid was bad off. That was the beauty of being young, hangovers weren't supposed to be that bad. At his advanced age they were killer but to get one this bad at 16... he didn't want to think about just how much Rory had consumed. He hoped the kid still had a liver. Conor did stop with the knocking and just entered the room. The tray containing Rory's' hopeful salvation was set on the nightstand.

"Have you puked yet?" Conor broke the silence of the room with that all important question and really it was. Did he need to get a waste basket?

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romeara
2009-11-09 06:50 am UTC (link)

Rory was probably just lucky that he was alive that morning. It really wasn’t feeling so much like luck but Christ had he had way, way too much to drink. Hell. There were a few bottles of hard alcohol tipped over under his desk because reaching the point of passing out wasn’t conducive to putting anything away. Not that he’d felt the need to hide it that night anyway. He was pretty sure his Ma had to have heard him puking his guts out in the toilet earlier.

Speaking of his Ma. Thank the Lord in Heaven (not literally because again, God and Rory were not friends at the moment) that it was Conor! Conor was whatever. He could deal with Conor. Not his mother. He was almost positive that his oldest brother didn’t reach the decibel that his mother would.

Although unlike his mother, Conor apparently required speaking. Rory was still sprawled on his floor, blanket over his head, and it was probably a good thing as he was sure it would be much too bright to open his eyes and look at his brother. Not that he planned on doing that immediately. Or really on doing anything but just dying on the floor. Was that possible? Probably not, his liver had already gotten him this far (although again, he was lucky). His body would probably do the rest.

“Yeah,” he managed, and his speech was slightly slowed. Talking was an effort. So that was nice. “A lot earlier.” Can you leave now? But Rory didn’t actually ask that. Just as he’d waited things out with the note he would wait it out with this, he just…he really didn’t want his mother to know.

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omearac
2009-11-09 07:49 am UTC (link)

At least they were in agreement on something. The very last thing Conor wanted their mother to see was this. Rory sprawled on the floor in the aftermath of a drunken bender. No, Clare O'Meara didn't need to see this. Conor knew the woman would put on a good show, yelling the rafters down but that would only be inside these doors. And just like it wouldn't help Rory to hear her yelling, it wouldn't help her to do the yelling.

Conor gave a silent nod of his head as Rory answered his question. No, he didn't expect Rory to actually see that response, it wasn't really necessary. To be safe though, Conor unearthed a garbage can and pulled it over with him as he sat down on the ground. Yes, stick up his ass older brother could pop a squat on the ground. He leaned over and grabbed the glass of water, dropping the two tablets in before setting it on the ground near Rory. Carefully he peeled back a layer of the comforter.

"Try drinking this. Might actually help and I have been hungover a few times to base this on actual evidence."

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romeara
2009-11-09 08:02 am UTC (link)

If his head hadn’t been pounding so much he probably would have thought something dark about the trash can being moved when he’d said he’d already thrown up. But the truth of the matter was that he could probably still throw up more. What? He didn’t know. But something. His body would probably even impress him with what he could throw up.

The thought was unpleasant and thinking of throwing up was just asking for trouble. So instead Rory tried not to let out too loud of an incoherent mumble of protest when the comforter was lifted from his head. Jesus. Bright. Just like he’d thought. And his eyes weren’t even open! Although Rory managed to crack them open ever so slightly at the mention of drinking something. Well. He’d try whatever because fuck was this unpleasant.

With great effort, Rory managed to push himself up into a sitting position and lean back against the side of his mattress. “Figured you were born fifty.” Well, even in mostly hungover states Rory couldn’t help but make cracks of that nature, and it was clear that it was code for Conor being the brother with the stick up his ass. He did, however, manage to drink half the glass before his stomach threatened to introduce the liquid to his carpet, and he settled for resting his head back against his mattress. “You should definitely be jealous of my live. So you know.” Not quite the statement he should be making but whatever, he was in pain and it was only fair to let his live have its moment of glory.

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omearac
2009-11-09 08:24 am UTC (link)

That was Conor's experience. Your body could always surprise you and he'd rather be prepared then have vomit all of his shirt. He kind of liked the shirt he was wearing and all. Though by the looks of him, Conor really didn't want to know what could possibly be left in him to regurgitate. It wouldn't be pretty.

He was however pleasantly surprised when Rory actually did emerge from his blanket cocoon and try the drink he'd offered without bitching or protesting. Maybe hungover Rory was the Rory to be talking to... no wait, not with the smell that was now emanating from him with the cover off him. No, this Rory was not more pleasant. Not in the slightest. Once he could function, boy needed a shower stat.

"Yeah, it was hard on mom giving birth to a full grown male. But she soldiered on and toughed it out. Wealth of guilt to use against me made it all worth it." Conor replied with a wry sort of grin. Not that he liked knowing he was a stick in the mud, but others might be too if they'd had the same responsibilities as he did. Not that he wanted that for any of his siblings. Hell no. "I am don't worry. Nothing says jealousy like a vomit caked shirt. If that," he indicated the half finished drink, "stays down you should be able to move onto more solid foods but really lets not push it."

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