WHO: Lucien and Emerson WHEN: Week 2. Sunday midmorning WHERE: Lucien's home, his office WHAT: Lucien is trying to do work and Emerson is going to smack some sense into him. RATING: R for language STATUS: In-progress
Lucien put the glass down. He had this fucking...whatever it fucking was. He was not sure at this moment. Nate was out running and would not be back for a while so he felt good with the drinking. He poured a bit more into the glass and the drank some before he sat it back down.
He scribbled something on the paper, trying to figure how why the numbers did not match. It also could be because he was drinking, but was he thinking? Nope, not at all. He had to figure this out, and he wish he could be strong for Nate, but he couldn't. He reached to grab the glass again and took a sip. He still had it in his hand, as he wrote something else.