Adrian just wants to finish his cash flow reports. (adpucey) wrote in allswell, @ 2011-05-15 00:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !incomplete, *threads/logs, -- may 2011, adrian pucey, stewart ackerley |
Who: Adrian & Stew
What: Uh. :I
When/Where: Thursday night. De Luca Housing, Diagon Alley.
Rating: TBD
What am I doing? What was he doing? During an earlier, brief exchange with Stew they'd both "confirmed" a time for tonight, which, if the clock to his direct left was correct, was fifteen minutes from now. He reached for it, tentatively, squinting to see. Fifteen minutes and what, twenty seconds? Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen... Fuck. Adrian was drunk. Pitifully drunk. Not an embarrassing drunk, not a loud, confessional drunk. Not a sick-to-my-stomach-and-all-over-your-sho So he'd numbed the effect with booze. And now he was slouched in his armchair, head spinning as he wasted time by watching it. Stew was going to kill him. Either for wasting his time or ruining the night, though Adrian wasn't even sure if the younger man actually enjoyed himself or just liked dishing out pity fucks. |