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Dr. Smith (nospoon) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2008-09-08 15:29:00

Entry tags:

adio hart, zane smith

Saturday: September 29, 2007
Who: Zane and Adio
When: Early evening
Where: The wine bar
What: Drowning away his sorrows with some alcohol

James Pryce's death hit Zane harder than he initially let on. He was there at the Medical Pavilion when his friend's body was brought in, and he was present during the autopsy that was performed on him. He had died of a heart attack while he was out jogging, and he had already been dead for an hour or two by the time anyone found him. His closest friend in Elysium... dead. It was a shitty day to start his morning.

The overall tone at the Medical Pavilion had been a somber one. One of their colleagues had passed away, and it was obvious that it had effected everyone. There were no cheery smiles on any of the staff's faces, and no light-hearted jokes being tossed around to one another. Everyone was just dreary, and looking to get the day over with as soon as possible.

Theora had come by to offer initial blessings, and to help prepare for the funeral the following day. Zane would have to tell the twins about Pryce's passing, and Amada. But he wouldn't do it right away; he couldn't. He was too devastated to do anything other than drag himself to the wine bar to drink himself into a stupor. Zane didn't want to think; he didn't want to feel. James Pryce was more than just a colleague, he was a mentor and a friend. Zane had learned so much from him in the short amount of time they had known each other. It was far too short, in Zane's opinion.

He had ordered some scotch from the bartender, and downed it quickly. Zane ordered another, and it disappeared just as fast. The bartender didn't say anything when Zane ordered two more, gulping them both in consecutive order, and then tapping the glass again for a refill. His latest glass was the one he took his time with. Zane swirled the amber colored liquid around, eyes focusing on the way it moved within its crystal prison. He barely took notice of his surroundings, or of the person who had taken a seat next to him.

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eyesofthetiger
2008-09-09 01:50 pm UTC (link)

There was a distinct shiver that went down Adio's spine when he went to see if his aid was needed in the Medical Pavilion. There was no aura of light-hearted laughter, no smiles. Usually when the young man passed by the few people he mustered up the courage to talk to, they waved at him if he caught their glance. But everyone looked so heartbroken, so sad.

When he heard of the news, he couldn't say he was one of the types who could be as stricken. Adio was only an equal to a med resident for one so he never was around Pryce or his friends and two he was intimidated by the man. Maybe for both reasons. It still was awful to lose someone, so he spoke little words of comfort before he left for the day then eventually ventured into the early night.

He wasn't much of a drinker, but he liked the 'feel' of the winebar. Relaxed, just a place where people wanted to drink for various reasons.

He walked inside with the usual sheepish expression, a hand rubbing behind his neck before he loosened up and placed both hands in his pocket. His eyes glanced just for a few a moments to see if he may notice someone when he noticed Zane. Though he never spoke with the other man he obviously knew who he was. Maybe Zane saw him when he worked in the facility. But at the moment, Adio was sure Zane couldn't give a damn.

He didn't know why. But he found himself pacing slowly in reluctant steps towards the seat next to Zane. He saw the man downing the scotch from many feet away. The man needed a friend. Maybe a stranger was better off. Someone you could just talk to and not expect to see again. Of course liquior was always best, it didn't talk back and wouldn't fail for comfort...unless you got sick.

Adio slid in the seat next to Zane and ordered a scotch on the rocks. Hell, he wasn't much of a scotch drinker. When the scotch was placed before him he thought of a way he could invite conversation. Adio turned his head away for a moment before he drank the scotch like he had a dose of it every night before bedtime. The burn that leaked down his throat caused his voice to sound strained when he spoke to Zane.

"Oh Christ. If you're downing a whole boatload you must be having a hard time there, ey?" He coughed the remaining after effect of his attempt to grasp Zane's attention and acted like it was just a "normal" thing to do. Well, the least he could do was make Zane feel a little better.

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sorry bout the delay!

nospoon
2008-09-11 04:47 pm UTC (link)

Zane wasn't sure what he needed at the moment. He was depressed over Pryce's death, and alcohol seemed to be the only thing that could make him happy. Scratch that, it was the only thing that could make him forget for the time being. He didn't want to deal with the feelings, or the thoughts surrounding the loss of his friend. He wanted to drown in a sea of nothing, and lose himself in the numbing effects of the liquor.

He hadn't noticed Adio watching him, but he did notice when the young man took a seat next to him. Zane wasn't the type to lash out angrily when he was drowning his sorrows; in fact, the company was welcome though the doctor didn't express as much. He turned to gaze at the young man as he spoke, and then lifted his glass and nodded. "Hard time ain't the half of it," he said as he sipped his scotch. Zane wasn't quite drunk yet, so his speech wasn't slurred in the least. His vision hadn't blurred yet either, and he recognized the man finally after a long, hard look.

"You work at the medical pavilion," he said. "Adio, right?" It was best for Zane not to talk about what was really bothering him, not yet anyway. He didn't want to release all of his grief onto the guy; most people didn't like that, and ended up resenting the person who did all of the complaining. He smiled half-heartedly at Adio, and then brought the glass up to his lips for another sip. "I'm Zane," he said after he put his glass upon the bar. "Zane Smith, nice to meet you." He extended a hand toward Adio, wanting to shake the young man's hand.

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It's okay!! *hugssss!*

eyesofthetiger
2008-09-12 04:26 pm UTC (link)

Adio shook his hand firmly before he set his hands on the table and ordered something more reasonable like a rum and coke. He then tilted his head to smile at Zane as he shifted to better face him. “Yeah I work at the medical pavilion. Not quite a doctor, but I figured any help would do.” He looked towards his newly arrived drink and took a casual sip, his throat much more adapted to the taste. “I uhm, used to always kind of laugh for whatever conversations I used to catch when I walked by. Not that I was listening or anything, I was just uhm, working in the area.”

He tapped a hand for a moment on the table before he suddenly remembered something lighter hearted. “You know, I never got the chance to say so, but congratulations on your wedding. It was quite awesome. This place needed an event like a wedding to brighten the spirits.” He coughed, hating to go towards the sorrowful side. “But I am deeply sorry about Pryce. I didn’t know much about him, but he seemed like a great guy.”

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nospoon
2008-09-12 07:50 pm UTC (link)

A firm handshake was always a good first impression to make, and though Zane normally followed that rule he was a bit relaxed with his grip on this night. He shook Adio's hand with little fervor, and when they released his hand resumed their position around the cold glass. "Help is always appreciated at the pavilion," Zane said after her nursed his liquor a bit more. "And we might not be a med school, but you'll get some good experience here." He drank more of his scotch, his eyes beginning to glaze over a little. He was still aware of his surroundings, and in control of his faculties, but they would be slipping pretty quickly if Zane continued with his drinking.

The doctor managed a smile when Adio mentioned the wedding, and he nodded his appreciation. "Thanks man, being married is pretty awesome," he said as he held his drink in his hand, swirling the alcohol with lazy turns on his wrist. Everyone he had spoken with said that the wedding had been a great event in Elysium, and he was more than happy to give everyone something to celebrate. Of course, there would be no celebration now with Pryce's death, and Adio reminded Zane of that fact.

"Yeah..." he said, his voice catching a bit. He drowned the lump in his throat with the rest of his scotch, and then beckoned Eliza to bring him more. "He was my best friend here," Zane said. "Best man at my wedding, too." Eliza sauntered over slowly, and refilled his glass with the hard liquor. "He's a -" Zane shook his head, his eyes closing with the motion. "He was a great man, and a great doctor. This place won't be the same without him." Something caught in Zane's throat again, and his chest began to tighten. It was the tell tale sign of tears, and Zane suppressed them with more alcohol.

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sorry about the dellaay *hugs!*

eyesofthetiger
2008-09-16 02:16 am UTC (link)

Adio couldn’t exactly say that everything would be okay, because it wouldn’t be necessarily. Not right away, anyway. There were no magic spells here to bring back the dead. Though he wish that were true. The thought always did come to mind. The place had so many fantastic things. He always wondered why couldn’t loved ones just..come back? Easily, it was because fate was cruel and was something he couldn’t change.

“You know.” Adio started to state, his fingers tracing the brim of his glass. “You can down as many glasses as you want. It won’t change how you feel.” He tilted his head to somewhat try and catch eye contact. “You don’t have to drown out your feelings with booze.” He laughed lightly. “Shite. How you are not vomiting by now, I will never know.” He took a sip of his own drink before he continued. “Tell you what, if you don’t want me to tell you the cheesy ‘let it go and cry’ because you’re enjoying your drinks, maybe I can offer some other advice.”

He finished off his drink and turned directly towards Zane. “My father died when I was a teenager. We were like best friends. At first I was angry and upset. I hid in my room for days, I wouldn’t eat, I had nightmares. All I wanted was for him to come back. Someone you love dying is the shittiest thing in the world.” He suddenly smiled fondly.” But the best advice I can offer you is to not believe in the word death. To me Pryce is off somewhere livin’ the dream, while we’re stuck here with no ipods, no cars none of that. Of course I know it’s weird sounding at first, but what is death?”

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no problem, sweetie! **hugs**

nospoon
2008-09-17 05:50 pm UTC (link)

Zane turned his head to glance at Adio. The alcohol was taking its effect, and the small movement to look at the young man made Zane's head spin. He closed his eyes, leaving the glass of scotch alone for the moment. He opened his eyes slowly, glad that the room had stopped spinning. "I haven't had this much alcohol since college," he said with a nostalgic grin. "I'm surprised I haven't fallen over yet." He chuckled a little, and let out a sad sigh. Adio's words made sense to him, but it was just too soon for him to rationalize past the pain.

"Fast metabolism," he said in explanation out of the blue. "I haven't thrown up because my body's metabolizing the alcohol at a fast rate." As if his little lecture was a reason to drink more, Zane picked up his liquor, and downed half of the glass quickly. He set it down on the bar loudly; he was losing control of fine muscle movement. "My father died four years ago," he said. "I just finished my residency, and he died in the same year. It was shitty, and I did then what I'm doing now." He lifted his glass to show Adio what he meant, but at least he didn't take another drink of it this time around.

He lifted his hand and put it on Adio's shoulder a bit roughly. It was an accident, of course, but he didn't have that much control at the moment. "I know that death is a part of life. Everyone dies. You're going to die, I'm going to die." He leaned in toward Adio, almost falling off his barstool in the process. He opened his mouth as if he had another point to make, but closed it slowly. Zane had forgotten what he was going to say to Adio, and all he knew was that he had to answer Adio's question.

"Death... is only the beginning," he said quoting one of his favorite movies. "And you're right, brother, you're right..." He patted Adio on the shoulder, and pushed himself back onto his stool. "Pryce is in a better place." He lifted his glass into the air in a salutatory manner. "To Pryce!"

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you are so sweet *huggies!*

eyesofthetiger
2008-09-19 01:22 am UTC (link)

Adio winced only a little when Zane gave him a firm pat on the shoulder. The poor guy was smashed and actually Adio was kind of glad in a way now that he thought about it. The older of the two seemed to be in a more positive state and though tomorrow he would be feeling the after effect like hell, right now it was worth it. Sometimes, you had to pay the price to have a ‘good moment’.

When he saluted to Pryce with a drink, he put an arm around Zane to keep him steady while he downed a safer beverage to make sure he could make it home in one piece unlike his poor drunk companion. “Yes, yes to Pryce indeed. He would be very proud that you endured this much tonight!” He announced with a chuckle. “In fact, he would be proud in general!”

There was no way he was leaving Zane to go home on his own. Granted, this wasn’t a place where cars zoomed about or where he could get mugged. But there was a curfew going on and there was also the chance he could fall into a bush somewhere. Hey, things of the sort did happen. “Come on. Let me take you back to your wife. I’m sure she’s wondering where you are. Though I’m sure the rather attractive bar maiden would love to have you here, your beautiful wife would fight to have you home and in a nice warm bed.”

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you are!!! *huggles* - and we can probably end the scene with your next comment if you want!

nospoon
2008-09-19 06:57 pm UTC (link)

There were times when Zane didn't know his own strength, and being inebriated was one of those times. He didn't think he had hit Adio that hard, but then again thinking had completely gone out the window at this point. There was only alcohol and Adio - Adio and alcohol - saying it in his head made him chuckle a little though he didn't share the thought with his companion.

"Pryce would think I was an idiot," he said, leaning against Adio's body. "H-He'd shay Smithy, you fool! or shom shit." His words were slurring together, but at least he was smiling now. "Yer a..." he hiccuped. "Yer a good man, Aaaaadiiio." Though one arm was slung around the other man's shoulder, his free hand came up to pat Adio on the chest. "Good man... good man."

All of the alcohol that he had consumed was finally taking its toll on the man, and he found it hard to focus or even walk straight. He was relying on Adio to take care of him, a role reversal for the doctor since he was the one who always took care of others.

"A-Amatha... would keeel me if I stayed here with the bar girl." Zane waved at Eliza, and the bar maiden waved back, a small grin upon her face. The psychokinetic looked toward the door and pointed at it with an unsteady hand. "Let's goooo!"

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I missed joooo! *huggle glomp!* and finished ftwin!

eyesofthetiger
2008-10-11 10:31 am UTC (link)

Adio knew Zane was the type of guy who wouldn’t take offense if the younger of the two had a laugh at Zane’s expense. He was having a light-hearted moment for the time being and he figured if he saw Adio laughing about it, he’d like the fact they both were having a good time despite this moment in time. But even though they were having a good time, there was a long road ahead of him since Adio was taking Zane home.

He made a small grunting noise when he wrapped an arm around Zane’s upper body so he could secure the other man in walking on his way back to his cottage. “Come on buddy, let’s get you home.” He encouraged, and began slowly working on their trek to Zane’s house. Adio had hoped to see Zane again, just in a more sober situation.

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