→ (signpost) wrote in repose, @ 2018-10-02 01:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, holly nicodemo-webster, jack penhaligon |
[Evans & Peel: Jack & Holly]
Who: Jack & Holly
What: Drinking!
Where: Evans & Peel
When: After this
Warnings/Rating: D for Drunk
Holly was wasted. He had literally no tolerance. As in, it was his first time drinking anything ever, and he'd selected a plastic bottle with a red label from the grocery store shelf. See, it was a label he knew, right? His dad had bought this stuff by the gallon. Sometimes Holly had bought it for him, because even the guy at the grocery store had known the bottles were for his dad, so he didn't card. His dad had gone through a bottle every two days, and he would drink it with, like, a splash of water and one ice cube. Dad didn't like the booze being diluted with other stuff, and that's how Holly did it. Well, without the ice cube. Holly didn't have a fridge, so there weren't ice cubes, but he did add a drop of water. It smelled exactly how he remembered, the booze, and it didn't bring back anything that resembled a good memory. It burned while it went down, but it hit him fast, and that was what he wanted. He wanted to be oblivious to, like, everything, and so that was a thing that absolutely happened.
Talking to Noah had also happened, and he knew Noah was going to meet him here later, and, okay, business transaction. It was a business transaction. Talking to Sunny had happened, and that had been the same kind of weird as every single conversation he had with someone who didn't know him at all. Dee was the same way, and Holly was officially done trying to tell people he knew them. It was like stages of denial or something, and he was... he was on whatever step this was, and this step sucked.
So, the Jack guy had offered free-better booze, and why not? Why not? He couldn't think of one legitimate reason to abstain. He was 22, and he was old enough to get in and drink, and he was already buzzed, so why not have something decent tasting? That was how he found himself heading down the stairs at the weirdest bar ever. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to find Jack, so he did the only logical thing. He weaved up to the bar in layers and black jeans, hair mussed and eyes bloodshot, and he loudly asked the bartender for 'my buddy Jack.'