Who: Remy and Jono When: Late Monday morning Where: The Observatory What: Drunken stupor
Remy was out. He had made it out to the Observatory last night, after drinking a good cut of his alcohol stash. He had been around a computer last night, and needed to cut himself off. He wanted to be alone, and he wanted to be drunk. More drunk. He got both. In retrospect, he had no idea how he'd gotten up all those stairs while more than a little buzzed. But he hadn't tried to get back down. That could have been a disaster. No, he had taken out about half of his alcohol stash, and was surrounded by several empty bottles, and a lot more half-empty bottles. Mixing alcohol, bad? Yeah. But it helped get him drunker quicker. It took a lot to get him completely smashed with all the social drinking he did. He clutched a bottle of whiskey, still open, a quarter-full, in his hand. It only hadn't spilled because the Cajun had fallen asleep sitting up, head lulled to one side, his arms by his side.
He normally didn't get into such a state. He would kick himself for letting himself get into that state. What the hell was wrong with him? Much more easier to grasp was his fear. He was afraid of hurting those close to him, and he had done just that. Were they sparring - hell if Bobby had done anything back to him - it wouldn't have bothered him as much. But he had attacked Bobby while he was down. He had used his powers. He could have killed Bobby. He didn't want to kill anyone else. The harder notion was Rogue. Rogue, Rogue, Rogue. He thought he had said things to Bobby in the heat of the moment, that Rogue was something special. It had started out as a lie. But he started to believe it. Why else would he get so worked up? Why couldn't he let her go? He had hurt Bobby. The kid, though he wouldn't normally admit it, was a good friend. And he had smashed up his face. And then ran away. Turned tail and ran. He didn't want to face Bobby, and he certainly didn't want to face Rogue. She didn't want him. He really wasn't used to that. His pride took a hard hit. Hence the drinking. And the moment he woke up, he'd want to go right back to it.